Wednesday, January 23, 2008
11:32 PM
This is my second post of the day, and I have a very good reason to do so:
PUBLIC DECLARATION OF LOVE #2; dedicated to:
BERYL TARE! *hearts*
Okay, that was enough humiliation. And thanks to ZhiXiang and my darling Tingg for their help. [:
i could spend my life in this sweet surrender;
9:34 PM
Before I start rambling about all the definitions and formulas, I'd like to point out that staying up too late to study is not my thing. I ended up with a splitting headache and a high fever this morning and didn't go to school. I became my mother's slave for the day. =.= Too lazy to elaborate, so I'll just carry on with ranting over my physics.
Heat capacity is the amount of thermal energy required to raise the temperature of a substance by 1degreecelcelcius. Specific heat capacity is the amount of thermal energy required to raise 1kg of a substance by 1degreecelcius. thermal energy gained or losed by the object=mass x specific heat capacity x change in temperature. Latent heat of vaporization is the thermal energy required to change the substance from liquid to gas or from gas to liquid without any change in the temperature. Specific latent heat of vaporization is the thermal energy required to change 1kg of the substance from liquid to gas or gas to liquid without change in the temperature. Latent heat of fusion is the thermal energy required to change the state of the substance from solid to liquid and from liquid to solid without any change in temperature. Specific latent heat of fusion is the thermal energy required to change the temperature of 1kg of the substance from solid to liquid and liquid to solid without change in the temperature. Specific heat of vaporization is greater than the specific heat of fusion as it takes more energy to change 1kg of water to steam as compared to changing 1kg of ice to water. The molecules have to seperate more when steam is formed. Sublimation. Sublimation is the change of state from solid to gas, and from gas to solid. It's a TWO-WAY change of state. Big deal. Vapour to solid.
Q=mc(change in temperature)
Q=C(change in temperature)
C=mc
C is heat capacity.
oh fuck this. i can't remember anything else.
geometric optics.
n2/n1 = sini/sinr = v1/v2 = lamda1/lamda2 = SNELL'S LAW.
snell sounds like a mean guy. i don't like him much. :/ holy shit. what is n2/n1 for. o.O!!!! Right. I get it now. I'm listening to Tokio Hotel's Don't Jump. How apt. The song title should be changed to Don't Bang Your Head On The Wall though - because that's what I desperately want to do now. Or pick up that metal ruler in my desk and stab it into my wrist a million and one times.
NONONOOOOOOO. I can't remember anything else! Shit this. UV RAYS. I must study UV rays. Uh. Artificial sun-tanning. For psychotic people living in sunlight-deprived countries who want to look all burnt and brown. And also to sterilize hospitals in germicidal (?) lamps. WTF is germicidal. DKDC.
Latent heat of fusion = mass x specific latent heat of fusion
Latent heat of vaporization = mass x specific latent heat of vaporization
Fuck this. i don't care anymore. wish me luck tomorrow. her royal highness will now... go and mug somemore. D: i'm too scared to want to fail.
GPA 3.0! I CAN DO THIS! (I hope?)
Blah,
Li Lin
i could spend my life in this sweet surrender;
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
10:42 PM
I honestly cannot believe I'm mugging my physics at 10:47pm when I was planning to sleep at 10pm today. To make things worse, some little part of my brain has managed to convince the rest of it that LISTENING TO SOOTHING PIANO MUSIC MIGHT HELP ME STUDY. The result? I'm getting seriously annoyed. Linkin' Park could have done better, but I'm too lazy to get up and turn off the radio. The following paragraphs will be totally random ramblings of what I have managed to memorize so far - which is actually not much to brag about since I've only covered one out of *counts* four topics. Don't say I didn't warn you when you read to the end and realize that it was all pure bullshit. :/ Wish me luck? I loathe physics; about as much as I hate smokers - and that's saying a lot. Fuck, if only I had Bunny's determination to get the hell out of this place. Exactly. I don't have that determination. ZZZ.
Long wavelengths to short wavelengths; low frequency to high frequency; Radio Waves-Microwaves-Infrared Radiation-Visible Light-Ultraviolet Rays-Xrays-Gamma Rays. Radio waves can go around obstacles while microwaves cannot. Infrared radiates out of any warm/hot object. Light is emitted from... sources of light. Ultraviolet rays are scary. No. They er... wtf shit this i can't remember a single shit i can't be bothered about my punctuation anymore so don't say a single fking thing about it. Ultraviolet rays are used in fake tanning in other countrie. X-rays are used for both medical purposes and for checking luggages. to check for fractures, and dental something. gamma rays. what the hell are those? oh yeah they treat cancer. kill the cancerous cells. i think. whatever. electromagnetic waves travel at the speed of light in vacuum. i.e: 3.0 x 10^8 ms-1. They follow the laws of refraction and reflection. uh. holy shit this sucks. what else! gawd. oh yeah. they do not require a material medium to do something.i don't remember anything else. great.
I can't stand all the bold words anymore. REFLECTION AND REFRACTION. *heartbreaks* shit man i'm falling asleep. Laws of reflection! The incident ray, reflected ray and the normal all lie on the same plane. The angle of incidence and the angle of reflection will be the same when light is reflected. light will slow down when it enters an optically denser medium. light refracts when it goes through to another medium. when the medium it enters is optically denser, it will bend towards the normal, when the medium it enters is optically less dense, it will bend AWAY from the normal. fuck i wna sleep. it's 10:59pm and i'm tired. frequency of light does not chnge when it passes from one medium to another, despite the wavelength and speed changing. the speed of light causes refraction. frequency is affected only by the source of... source of... i dno lah vibrations of something. LAWS OF REFRACTION! The incident ray, refracted ray and normal all lie on the same plane. the ratio of the sine of angle of incidence to the sine of angle of refraction is a constant. sini/sinr=constant (SNELL'S LAW). so after that uh. refractive index is the ratio of speed of light in vacuum to speed of light in material. refractive index is n. speed of light in material is always lesser than on top. SHIT WTF IS NANO. NANO. NANO?! 10^-9?! m? is it!? holy shit. v=flamda. yeah velocity=speed.wavelength. so uh sini/sinr=whatever lah...
omfg i'm going insane i'm very very sleepy. ishouldstopstudyingalr.look, alliteration. xy please pleaseplease you have to give me areply for that stupid nm thing.
>refractive index = >denser medium
yeah. that's it. no that's not it. ohfuck.in n, the one going out is on top?why the hell do they call total internal reflection a PHENOMENOM? It is not! it is a freak of nature. critical angle is defined as *yawns* the angle of incidence in the optically denser medium when the angle of refraction of the optically less dense medium is 90degrees. doesn't make sense. don't care.
i give up i'll turn off the laptop like a good girl and study my heart out till i cry and die and fall asleep on my table at 12midnight AGAIN.
i could spend my life in this sweet surrender;
Thursday, January 17, 2008
10:00 PM
somebody rip my heart out & leave me here to bleed;
I was eating my dinner. My parents were sitting at the table. I stared at my father, then shifted my gaze to my mother. She was busy cutting up meat; he was eating fruits. The whole table was silent. Guess what I did? I started studying them, and trying to figure out what genes I got from them. I realized, that I've never looked at their faces this carefully before. As cliche as the following sentence sounds, I still have to say it. I never even realized how fast time passed and how much older they've grown. It scares the hell out of me to even think of the day when they both decide that they'd be better off and happier living in a place way too far for me to even think about visiting. Unless of course I decide to stand in the way of a speeding car with an underaged smartass who's drink-driving.
Here's what I gathered:
My character is disturbingly like my father. I hate it when people disturb me when I'm busy; I am horribly temperamental; I go so quiet at times that I don't even exist; I loathe people who cancel appointments at last minutes and people who're late; I abhor it all the more when I'm the one who's late; I like sleeping very very late; I rather walk away than create a messy fuss out of everything in an argument. I got his height (which I'm thankful for, actually); I got his er... nothing else.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, I seem to have gotten the neatness bug from my mother. I feel like screaming my lungs out when people don't replace things in their original positions; I get irked even when the silliest, most insignificant things occur - like a blue file appearing in the middle of my orange files, a storybook appearing amongst my textbooks or even stupider, a pen facing the opposite direction from the other pens in my pencilcase; I can say one thing but mean another all the time; I act tough (don't give me that incredulous look). I got her eyes! :D I got her nose but I got her thick thighs too. ):
I'm just wondering... Will I remember these attributes 10 years from now? Good, you just wasted your time away reading my blog. Now, be a good kid and run off to study. Playtime's over. Meanwhile, I'll continue my random ramblings.
I had this sudden urge to blog about 2 hours ago when I was at the library. I wanted to blog about my burst of productiveness yesterday where I spent 2 hours at the library doing my homework and STUDYING MY REDOX NOTES for the first time because I knew nuts about it in the first place. Why? Because I don't pay attention in lectures that's why. I wanted to blog about eating 8 tomatoes (raw) in 3 days; and having the things in my room shifted around for the 3rd time this week. I wanted to blog about numbers, for some warped reason - a reason which I don't have the slightest idea what it is. I wanted to blog about the 9 books I read in 3 days. And I wanted to blog about a series called SEVENS by Scott Wallens.
Well I changed my mind. I mean, I still mentioned them so I did blog about them anyway. I don't want to go anywhere near the fking dais tomorrow. I don't want to shout a fking command to the whole fking to school for them to fking get into a sediya position. Alright I'm just getting a case of the jitters. I refuse to prepare a speech. I'll make an impromptu one if I have to. Yees, speak slower so time becomes real tight and they can't squeeze me into the slot before everybody is dismissed. :D
That's all.
-Li Lin
P.S: Bottled Up by Jaye Murray is a very good book - about as good as This Lullaby (Sarah Dessen) and Invisible (Pete Hautman).
P.P.S: LLM you shit-faced, menopausing arsewipe. I rather fail my physics than have you as my permanent teacher. That's how much I hate you.
i could spend my life in this sweet surrender;
5:19 PM
i don't want to fall to pieces;
I've just spent a good 7 hours of my life stoning in front of the computer. Well, not exactly. I did go off for lunch for about an hour. I had a good time today surfing deviantart and searching desperately for a gothic blogskin that is actually better than my current one. Of course, my search failed, my futile attempts returned no results - which explains why my blogskin hasn't changed yet. I still do like this blogskin (I found the model on my blog. Y'know, the one up there? She's dead pretty right! She has a deviantart account. ;D And her photoshoots produce amazing photos.) but I still cannot change that gay blue font at the side back to white. Devastating, I know.
Back to the main point. I had a good time, omitting the fact that I still can't do my maths of course. I was hell bent on finishing my homework this morning when I woke up. Unfortunately, it seems like I can't seem to do it. As far as I can tell, yours truly is only able to finish one question amongst the 5 in the worksheet. What makes it worse is that the figures and numerals are disturbingly familiar. It's as though I've learnt it before in class. Alright, I probably did. I do understand what he taught, when I looked at the notes anyway. Now, however, I see no link between what we've learnt and what the damn worksheet is asking us to do.
Let's take a look at what Princess Li Lin has accomplished today:
- Finished reading 'Regan, White, and the Seven Deadly Sins' [You've gotta love Tyler, he's such a gay. <3333!]
- Found more than 15 cool pictures - 6 Disney Princesses who've gone goth, and a series of the Seven Deadly Sins photos by a very talented Deviantart artist.
- Shortlisted a few potential blogskins. ;)
- Completed the first question of my Maths worksheet. Hardy-har-har, what a jaw-dropping accomplishment.
- Re-wrote the points for CID.
- Broke my own record by eating an entire bar of Hershey's chocolate, 8 ferrero rochers, 2 nougats and a lollipop all in a short span of time of half an hour due to a sudden insane bout of an unfounded craving for candies. & right now, I'm chewing gum. Tell me you're proud of me. =.=
Now I'm listening to a string of songs that get me all depressed and moody. Perfect; Fall to Pieces; Just Like A Pill; Complicated; My Immortal; Boston; What Hurts The Most; Hate Me; I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing. Remember, I said songs that get ME depressed and moody so don't shit me about the songs not being the least bit sad. 9 songs that have been on repeat for hell knows how long. Well, 10 if you include Low, which I've recently been obsessed with. I deleted it from my playlist though, simply because it spoils the atmosphere.
I'm bored. Maybe I'll go back to stoning at my maths worksheet. TCL lied to us, he said the wobao website had the articles we needed to complete our chinese homework. Damn straight. All the articles were there. Invisible articles that I simply cannot locate.
Recently, I printed out a list of things to remind me to be more organized, and to make myself do my homework. I wasted my printer ink, because any blind person can see (pardon the pun) that it isn't fking working at all. Why? This year's my fourth year, where I have to get a fking GPA of 3.0. It was hard enough to scrape by with a 2.0. How the hell I got it, when I failed so badly for so many subjects, is still a wonder. I better slap some sense into myself. My mother's right. Why is it that my friends can understand the things that the teacher teaches, and I can't? We're in the same school, we're taking the same subjects, we may even have the same teacher. She said I was stupid. Well I'll show her how stupid I can get.& if you still treat me as a friend, don't talk to me about this current paragraph after reading it. I'm just going to use it as a reminder to myself.
You should really be doing your homework. What're you doing here, reading all this crap? Awwww, get lost before I get all bitchy and snappish. I'm going to go try and change my font color again before I go bonkers looking at that disgusting color.
I take my leave.
Her Royal Highness & all that jazz.
P.S: LOVE TYLER! Happy Birthday, mom.
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9:24 PM
I figured that I should post up a photo of my mother - in a moment of heated madness anyway. Guess which one my mother is. ZZZ. Well, the main point of posting up this photo is because I want to point out something important. LOOK AT HER SKIRT! Or dress. Or whatever it's called. It's so freaking short. And she chides me for wearing skirts like that out. On second thought, I think even my skirts are longer than that. D:
Is my mother pretty? :D Say yes! Haha my baobei said that she can "see you in your mother". The 'you' would be referring to yours truly of course. My aunt just came over, and showed me a couple of interesting pictures of my cousins. Unfortunately, my phone insists that it dislikes the second picture, so it couldn't be sent over. *wails* My cousins are shuai! [: And even if you don't think so, you better say they are. Presenting to you...
Jesmond, Esmond, Tesmond and Desmond's head. Don't mess with them, they're trained in WuShu and TaeKwanDo. Or Judo. Or Karate. Or either one of those cool martial arts. I can't remember what i wanted to blog about.
I'll go do my physics. Well, one of the assignments anyway. Good luck to my other physics assignments and chemistry assignment and practical.
<3
LiLin
P.S: Jack, thanks for helping me crop the photos.
i could spend my life in this sweet surrender;
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
4:58 PM
Well I was there on the day
They sold the cause for the queen,
And when the lights all went out
We watched our lives on the screen.
I hate the ending myself,
But it started with an alright scene.
It was the roar of the crowd
That gave me heartache to sing.
It was a lie when they smiled
And said, "you won't feel a thing"
And as we ran from the cops
We laughed so hard it would sting
Yeah yeah, oh If I'm so wrong (so wrong, so wrong)
How can you listen all night long? (night long, night long)
Now will it matter after I'm gone?
Because you never learned a god damned thing.
You're just a sad song with nothing to say
About a life long wait for a hospital stay
Well if you think that I'm wrong,
This never meant nothing to ya.
I spent my high school career
Spit on and shoved to agree
So I can watch all my heroes
Sell a car on tv
Bring out the old guillotine
We'll show 'em what we all mean.
Yeah yeah, ohIf I'm so wrong (so wrong, so wrong)
How can you listen all night long? (night long, night long)
Now will it matter long after I'm gone?
Because you never learned a god damned thing.
You're just a sad song with nothing to say
About a life long wait for a hospital stay
And if you think that I'm wrong,
This never meant nothing to ya
So go, go away, just go, run away.
But where did you run to?
And where did you hide?
Go find another way, price you pay
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah.
You're just a sad song with nothing to say
About a life long wait for a hospital stay
And if you think that I'm wrong,
This never meant nothing to ya, come on.
You're just a sad song with nothing to say
About a life long wait for a hospital stay
Well if you think that I'm wrong,
This never meant nothing to ya.
At all, at all, at all , at all....
I meant to post these lyrics up when I was obsessed with it such that I listened to it from one place to another and back again, but I was too lazy. Now I'm posting it up. Haha. Tell me if you want the song. [:
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i could spend my life in this sweet surrender;
