Firstly, some ranting.

'Chemistry. Generally thought of by students as the scientific way to attain the effect of canned soup in a microwave. Or simplified- 'watery explosions with style'.
With such a title, what surprise is it that it's giving me such a big headache? A deceptively simple criterion- A powerpoint on atoms. Based on a book claiming to give a brief history on seemingly "everything". Which is incidentally, a literary novel.'

Okay, I'm done now. Just in case you were wondering, that short paragraph was dedicated to the reason why I didn't start a blog. Yes, the fact that almost everyone who knows me on a 'close-but-not-close-enough' level has asked me the reason why I had even started this blog. That is, taking into consideration that I don't 'seem the sort' to even bother writing one, as well as the fact that I am not prone to doing certain actions due to influence from a vast majority of the world doing the same. Well, the answer is simple, and is demonstrated very frequently in school.

I have a terrible memory. It can be described as a sieve, a book with no pages, or simply, a big tunnel whereby entire trains could pass through without so much as leaving even a trace that they had been there. I am perfectly capable of forgetting what I was previously sasying, and stop suddenly in my tracks, look dazed and disoriented, before asking some random stranger "What was I saying?"As I have said earlier, this really comes as a problem since I have to keep many ideas and perspectives in my mind at one time, especially during Philsophy, Language Arts and Social Studies lessons. (Which, incidentally, are my favourite subjects.)

So I thought I could write all of these vague, drifting thoughts of mine so as to record the current, and perhaps limited, perception and ideas at that point of time. As well as taking into consideration the emotion and knowledge (or lack thereof) I was experiencing at the time, and analyze the text at a later period, to avoid biased information. These reports would also serve as points to debate intrinsically at a later date, to compare and contrast information and ideas that I may have formed or developed between the two dates. As well as to link ideas together, regardless of similar or different they may be to get a clearer, more solid idea of the said issue.

The first attempt at this endeavour failed. I had recorded my thoughts in a not-so-handy notebook. Unfortunately, I still have a bad memory and lost the notebook, thus wasting my brain cells, time, and $1.00 .(for the notebook) I then tried to save it on my computer, a sleek silver pentium notebook. However, I had forgotten where I had kept the files, not to mention the fact that that I had accidentally deleted the entire folder, and emptied my 'Recycle Bin'. Thus effectively wasting some more time and electricity.

Determined, I mulled over the matter, and decided I needed something, maybe even someone, to store all these information. I soon eradicated the thought of 'someone' filling this crucial role, seeing as the only two people I know and trust to listen to such thoughts are not the best substitute for an informational entry. Primary reasons being that one has an equally bad, if not worse memory. Seeing as he has to record how many meals he had eaten, times he showered and whatnot on a particular day, so as not to repeat it. As for the other one, well. Let's just say she's no longer here, and I cannot afford too many trips to Mandai Crematorium.

That previous paragraph leaves only an inanimate object to cover up for my lack of the prefrontal cortex. This item must be easily accessible and editable, able to withstand long hours of usage, resistant against the scars of time, user-friendly and not to mention being able to not be totally wiped out from my knowledge of existence easily.

As you can guess, Blogger made it past all of these little checkpoints, and emerged victorious, although it was about the only one in the race. Of course, the posts you see here are but a measly fraction of everything I have ever written on Blogger, since most would probably land me in serious trouble at school (No. I am not a racist). And those posts are the ones that you, as a reader, will never need to see. So there, that's the little reason behind li-qingyi.blogspot.com's existence.