My Intepretation =)

Hmmm, people used to tell me to treasure my university days, cause it's the best days of their lives. Come to think about it, considering that (1) I'm in engineering, and that (2) my kind of engineering happened to contain some 4 times as many projects as the other 'equivalent' kinds, and that (3) the head of my engineering type is siao on when it comes to expectations of all sorts, (4) quadrupled (since "coupled with the fact" means two, I guess quadrupled would be appropriate) with the fact that ihateengineeringihateengineeringihateengineeringihateengineering... etc, well, I guess I'll interprete that as...

I should enjoy my university holidays, cause it'll be the best days of my life (and it currently is) =)

Tagging At Vivo City

As usual, I was tagging yet again at Vivo City, and somehow, as usual, as always, I discovered some quirky discoveries (erm, this sounds 'duh'... How else could a discovery be called a discovery other than the fact that it was being discovered? Then again, a discovery could well be made by someone else already, and technically speaking, I did not discover it. Yet again, it was a discovery made by me and this is my blog. So who cares, it's a still a discovery in my definition. Oh, before I deviate into yet another topic altogether...).

The Chocolate Battery

Well, no matter how I see it, it still looked more like a battery to me rather than chocolate. Since a factory manufactures stuff in general, I guess this is merely one of the products that they manufactured. Hmmm, although it's a chocolate factory, I guess some electrical engineer or mechanical engineer took over, and as such, he was probably inspired by his past experiences with such items (power sources, ac/dc... etc.) such that they produced a battery? Or was it a chocolate after all? Or was it a battery run on chocolate? Goodness knows...

Hmmm... if it were a chocolate that was shaped like a battery - that sounds plausible. Afterall, we have chocolates taking the shapes of every possible item that you can find on planet Earth. On the other hand, if it was a battery run on chocolate, this must be one of the greatest discoveries on, yup, our good ole' (well, it's ole' depending on how you view it in terms of its age. Even then, its age is dependent on whether you support the stand taken by evoloutionlists, or creationists) planet Earth again (erm, this sounds 'duh' again. I mean, where else could he [alright, 'he' seems to imply that the person who made this discovery is a male. But hey, I'm definitely not stereotyping any occupation with any gender like how some people do. My reason for using 'he' was to cut down on my typing, considering that 'he/she' is six characters long when 'he' is only two. On second thoughts, this wasn't a wise decision, considering {yet again} that I have already typed 404 characters before the digits in this sentence. OK, I have deviated once again...] have possibly discovered it? On the moon?).

The Shop Named Nuisance

Come to think about it, it’s pretty rare that the word ‘nuisance’ is seen as part of a shop name. I suppose they do not mean that they are a nuisance (that is if the salesperson doesn’t bug all the shoppers [erm, and taggers included in my case]) though. Neither do I think they are calling their customers a 'nuisance' (unless, well, the shop owner is super rich/boliao/insane and his/her main goal is to lose money). Hmmm, perhaps the title is trying to suggest that the shop sells gifts and nuisances just that for some reason or another, the word ‘nuisance’ is pretty out of place. Come to think about it, it might be possible that they ran out of space such that the word ‘nuisance’ couldn’t fit in without being covered by the huge shelf. Perhaps that’s why they chucked it to a corner? Well, whatever the reason may be, the word ‘nuisance’ sure stands out because of its meaning and the way the word is positioned. As such, one cannot help but wonder what this ‘nuisance’ could be.

Then again, there might just be a clue as to what that nuisance may be. The thing is, why are some flowers shelved up with glass that looked blurry? To hide its view? And why hide its view? Could there be something on the flowers (eg. pests) or about the flowers (eg. an offensive smell [ahhah! Perhaps that’s why they are kept in the glass shelf. For all we know, the glass shelf could be there to prevent smell from escaping]) that makes the flowers a nuisance? Or could the ultimate nuisance be some trickery that would tempt one to slide the glass door to have a better view, only to fall into a nasty trap of some sort? Only the one who named the shop knows…

The Tagger

Although seeing the word ‘nuisance’ being used as part of a shop name is rare enough, nothing beats spotting a shop name that actually describes my shopping style. Oh, did I mention shopping style? Erm, I don’t shop. So, technically speaking/typing, nothing beats spotting a shop name that actually describes my tagging style =) Come to think about it (yup, this is beginning to be one of the most commonly used phrases in this post. In fact, this is the third time I am using this), a "Tagger shop" seems to be oxymoron because a tagger doesn’t buy things while a shop is supposed to sell things. Oh, or perhaps in the midst of all the tagging, this shop would give ideas to taggers, who would in turn suggest what bags to purchase (considering that this shop sells bags) to their shopper friends when they have finally exhausted all their mobile storage space (ie. bag space). In this case, there is no issue with the shop name because yup, the tagger is still tagging while one who does the buying is still the shopper friend(s).

On the other hand, could it be possible that this also happened to be a shop that sells equipment for people who usually plays a game of tag, to give one the advantage over others? Hmmm… but how could bags be regarded as equipment for a game as such? Well, never underestimate the functions/usages of the humble sling bag. You see, as the game of tag varies over groups of players, for all you know, the usage of bags could well be introduced. In fact, this shop could well be tailored for tag specialists. So now, exactly what roles do the bags have in the game of tag? Well, firstly, for the less skilled or elementary players, the bags could be used as slings for catchers to ‘hook’ the other players. On the other hand, as the players get more skilled, trickery/cheap tricks/dirty tricks/stinking tricks/whatever-else-one-with-disdain-for-such-tricks-would-call-it tricks could be employed to make certain bags way heavier than the others, hence causing/resulting/saboing certain bag carriers to be at a disadvantage. Also, it must be noted that only an extremely skilled person would be able to manage such a heavy bag. This is because, in addition to running around with that extra load, the bag carrier would also need to ‘hook’ another player without injuring him. This is no easy task. Then again, I wonder who would spend good money at such a shop merely for a game of tag. Oh well, only taggers (puns intended, with the exclusion of myself) would know…

Conclusion: Finally, I've found a shop that suits my tagging style, but hmmm... I doubt I'll be persuading anyone to buy bags lest people stop asking me out (ie. with regards to shopping), marking the end of my tagging sprees.

Some Thoughts On A Packing Day

Well, today I went back to hall to pack my stuff because I had to evacuate out of it. And as usual, I would have thoughts running through my head during the packing, just like any other day, and here are some of them (well, although I have no idea exactly how many there are, it's definitely just 'some' to me because it's but 1 hour in a day, coupled with the fact that I may not be able to reiterate all the thoughts that went through my mind then. I'm not too sure if the quantity would indicate otherwise to a casual observer though)...

- I guess I don't have that many stuff in hall after all.
- Although Jackson (ie. my roomie) left me a big box, I don't think I need it. I appreciate his thoughts though.
- Hmmm, where did this come from?
- This looks vaguely familiar...
- I don't remember seeing this around.
- This (ie. the packing) shouldn't take long.
- Is it safe to trash all my year one notes? Nah...
- Nope, I don't think I need any help at all. I really appreciate your kindness (ie. Grace's, my roomie's girlfriend) though...
- I guess I could simply carry all of these and take the bus+train+walk route home.
- Can I throw these away? Hmmm, let me rationalise for a reason to do so...
- Oooo... this is super dusty... my nose is itching.
- Hey, I didn't know I could find dust under the computer speakers...
- I can't think of a reason to throw this away...
- It's warm in the room.
- Ai ya, who cares if a reason is needed for this to be thrown away? Just throw lah...
- Hey, maybe I should 'donate' this to the next hall room user by simply leaving it here. Idea... hehehe...
- Hey, does it look expired? Yup, it must be. Or at least I want to think so. So, off into the bin it goes...
- I'm sure that's all to the stuff I have. Yup, it's nothing much.
- Oh God, I thank you for Jackson's big box!!!
- Oh ya, there's still the cupboard...
- The cupboard smells strange after being closed for 2 months
- Oh ya, there's still the slippers... where shall I squeeze it into?
- Hey, I could faintly smell the smell of burnt rubber from my slippers (clarification [ie. it's not part of my thoughts then, but a point to make]: I DID NOT pick up my slippers to smell them. I'm not crazy) after it's left in the hot sun for hours...
- Oh ya, there's still the wardrobe, arrrgh...!!!
- Oh no, there's still fan on top of everything!!!
- OH NO, there's still the pillow and bolster. ARRRGH!!!
- Did I leave anything behind? Hmmm, sounds like a cab reminder...
- Hmmm, what if I trashed/'donated' the fan and never mention it again to Joel? Perhaps he'll never know? Hehehe... nah... better not
- This (ie. the packing) is taking a little long...
- Hmmm, better make sure my mp3 player doesn't go into the trash bag too...
- Oh man, why did I tell Grace I didn't need any help?
- Arrrgh, I need help. HELLLLLLPPPPP!!!
- Erm, walking downstairs to the hall office to return the keys with all these in 1 trip is out of the question.
- I need a cab, a cab... any cab will do...
- Could everything fit into the boot of the cab? Well, I guess at most I'll dump it in the passenger seat.
- Could it be possible that Grace would pop by the room again? Nah, stop thinking of nonsense. Just concentrate on packing...
- I think two trips would suffice...
- Would someone steal my things if I left it behind on my first trip?
- And could I safely leave my stuff at the hall office without losing them?
- Do I have any valuables in these bags? Hmmm, I can't recall any...
- Hmmm, it's h-e-a-v-y. Really H-E-A-V-Y...
- Ai ya, whoever who is willing to steal any of these plastic bags of junk would be doing me the greatest service man... I don't care anymore...
- OK, maybe I could dump the bags and the fan on top of the big box, and somehow all 3 bags and the fan could balance on the big box, and all I needed to do is to concentrate on carrying the big box and balance them well, and it would all work out. Yup =) Like real.
- If only I could simply dump half of the items. But nah, that would be a waste of money trying to replace all of them. It's senseless.
- This (ie. the packing) is definitely taking too long...
- Hmmm, no one took my things when I wasn't there... WHY???!!! Hmmm, this sounds crazy. Forget it...
- Hmmm, imagine me with all these bags on the bus and train...
- Hey, is it going to rain?

And well, just in case you're wondering how much I handled single-handedly-with-the-addition-of-a-cab, here's the stuff I had...

Thought: I wonder what made me think that I didn't need help. Perhaps things were pretty well kept/hidden from my view?