Room Restoration Day

Just spent the last couple of hours packing my room. It was a feat. It was a record. I really deserve a prize.

You see, for the past couple of weeks my room has been as unsightly as a horse's shiny chocolate behind sticking out of a lorry transporting a herd of them to the racetrack. Not a common sight in Singapore, but you might catch a glimpse of one of these if you've been on the highway long enough. {Not that I have. [I don't even drive. So I guess I got (un)lucky.]}

Anyways, it's interesting how one thing leads to another. At first I was only looking for my USB wireless-mouse-detector-thing to begin re-exploring photoshop. I found it quite quickly actually. But in the search I'd created a couple new stacks of dusty papyrus and blurred out even more right angles. So now it looked like two shiny chocolate behinds instead of one shiny chocolate behind. Well, enough was enough.

So I started with the table first. Because everything was on the table, pretty much like this old meme, if you can remember it. I found a couple of things I thought I'd lost for good - a trusty plectrum, and the Hendon camp letter that actually makes people feel thankful, happy and all those other positive emotions for regular BMT. They really know how to play with your mind. I still think a red beret looks cool. See?

Then I sifted through two stacks of files and papers towering like the Petronases right below my window. This was a memorable excursion, whence I re-promised myself to buy three huge ring folders to get them all organised for a less frustrating life. That's because most of them were either Dom7th's anthem scores from the past couple of years, or that of our worship band rehearsals. I suspect there are a lot more in my guitar bag, that music shell-scrape. But with the dust in the wind, the find that really put a smile to my sneezes were the 领唱 scores. Many of them were filled with scribbles, mostly in Shorts' handwriting, occasionally in Muscle Girl's, who didn't like to bother, and my own. Haha, those were the torturer's torturous days. Definitely worth keeping.

Finally I tore down the sheets of white paper that were white-tack-ed to the back of my glass cupboard to reveal my vibrant encyclopaedia plus action figurine collection. You see, I'd converted the cupboard into a makeshift whiteboard for the exam period; one of my newer studying methods. I guess I'll find out in January if it really works.

Of course, all of this was done with both ears pointing toward my speakers, which were playing Hello Hurricane. Goodness that album is so brilliant it deserves another post all by itself. Go get it even if you're broke. Besides, at least you get free food in jail.

Well, we're spick and span now. Two full dustbins of two years in black, white and assorted colours.

Now if only the other things in life were that easy to throw away.