Monday, February 25, 2008
11:09 PM
I should find it all rather familiar, and I should already be used to it. I should not feel that twanging pain in my chest when I look at those 2 sets of screwed up papers. I thought I studied so hard for the first test, I thought I'd maybe, just maybe, at least pass. I know I didn't do well for the retest. I mean, the only question I knew how to do was supposedly wrong. I guess I just didn't expect to fail twice, especially not when it was the first time I ever started studying for a test at least a week before it arrives. Well, maybe with the exception of PSLE when I mugged the entire year and slacked everyday during the PSLE period. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I was the person I was back then in Primary 6.
You know you can never turn back time.
4 years ago, she rushed home everyday to study, the only breaks she took were to bath, eat, watch just ONE HOUR of television, and sleep. On weekends, she used the computer for maybe an hour or two, before devoting the rest of her time to s t u d y i n g. She would do her homework without fail, and submit them right on the dot. She never slacked. Somebody please tell me, just who the hell is she?
She isn't worth remembering; she's already dead.
I really wonder if I'd do just as well now as I did in primary school if I mugged really hard. Looking at the results of my apparent 'hard work', I believe not. It appears to me that my hard work doesn't pay off, so why do I even bother trying?
Because you don't want to disappoint your parents again.
You know I honestly don't give a shit about how they feel.
& you know you don't seriously think that way.
I still cannot comprehend why I bother trying so hard.
Maybe it's because you don't want to break your promise.
What promise?
You should just die.
Y'know, this could be the first and last time I ever agree with you.
I'm going to burn the two sets of Maths testpapers with their insulting, bright, bold and red '11's. 11 over 25. I still can't get over it. It doesn't help that I screwed up my Physics test by skipping an entire question on plane waves worth almost 10 marks. I think I'm going to cry, but I'm not going to. Why're you looking at me like you want to know why?
Because crying is weak, because crying is useless, because you simply should not cry.
On a (wayyyy) lighter note, I finally bought Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Piccoult on Friday. Great starting, loved the middle, adored the twist, and loathed the ending. It didn't make much sense to me. Overall, 2.5 (for the plot) + 0.5 (for the sweet cover) + 0.5 (for the twist and the presence of a perfectionist) + 1 (for the damned good quote) = 4.5/5
Read the book, you may have a totally different opinion. Although my favorite quote is still the one from Office Politics. Stupid people who don't know me well can take a running leap and crash straight into a mattress now please.
"All men are bastards. But don't worry. I'm not that silly." - Office Politics.
I finally got my (purple&black) Converse sneakers that I'd been eyeing. And a pair of 'Ripples' slippers that I can actually wear out. [Sorry Cheryl, I know you wanted to go buy flipflops together but what the hell you already bought yours too. Haha.]
HCI, NYGH and RVHS combined mock competition on Saturday. JXYY didn't score the highest in anything, but I'm still proud of you girls okay? I'm sure you did your best, and we still have one month left to train before Zone Competition arrives. We can do it kayy! [: Work harder and KEEP YOUR EYES ON THAT GOAL.
-Jesslyn.Xinmun.Yuting.Yongen-
我的宝贝们！ Haha, at least it doesn't sound as wrong as Tan Zhi Xiang calling his trainees that. We'll have a lot of fun doing car accident cases, seeing as the bunch of you aren't any good at that. *sadonic grin* I love you too, baobeis.
There you go. A long-winded, scarily mood-swinging, highly informative, and recently updated life post of Sing Li Lin the Great.
It's 11.:38pm and I'm yawning for the millionth time in a row. Goodnight, have a nice day tomorrow. Provided you live to see daylight, of course.
Labels: Broken Promises; Broken Hearts
i could spend my life in this sweet surrender;
Monday, February 18, 2008
9:29 PM
Tomorrow is my chemistry test. I don't want to flunk it like I flunked my Maths retest today, so I'm actually bothering to study. This is an advanced warning: The following content contains mad ramblings of a demented woman; please refrain from reading it if you cannot stomach such things.
Redox
Oxidation:
- Increase in oxygen ions
- Increase in oxidation number
- Decrease in hydrogen ions
- Decrease in electrons
Reduction:
- Decrease in oxygen ions
- Decrease in oxidation number
- Increase in hydrogen ions
- Increase in electrons
A redox reaction occurs when there is both oxidation and reduction in the equation. Oxidation number in elements = 0; oxidation number in simple ions = charge; oxidation number in hydrogen ions in metal = -1; oxidation number in hydrogen ions in non-metals = +1; oxidation number of oxygen as an oxide = -2; oxidation number of oxygen as a peroxide = -1.
Oxidizing agents are basically the nice people who keep contributing their oxygen ions and get their oxidation number decreased, but they also steal all the electrons and hydrogen ions. Reducing agents are the shitty tyrants who snatch away everybody's oxygen ions but they're like Robin Hood or something because they give their electrons and hydrogen ions away. Although the correct terms are really oxygen/hydrogen/electron ACCEPTOR and oxygen/hydrogen/electron DONOR but who cares.
Speed of Reaction
Ooooh I like this one.
The rate of reaction is affected by the following factors:
- Temperature
- Pressure
- Particle Size
- Concentration
- Catalyst
Temperature-
The temperature of the solution is proportional to the rate of reaction. The higher the temperature, the faster the rate of reaction. This is because when there's more heat, the particles possess more energy and move about more vigorously, increasing the frequency of collision, and thus there are higher chances of effective collisions. Also, the increase in temperature results ina larger number of particles possessing energy greater than or equal to the activation energy, thus more successful collisions will occur.
Pressure-
The higher the pressure, the faster the rate of reaction. A higher pressure would mean that the distance between the particles have decreased, thus the chances of them colliding with each other increases and this also increases the frequency of effective collisions.
Particle Size-
The smaller the particles, the faster the rate of reaction; the surface area of the particles increase pretty drastically when the reactant is in powder form compared to the reactant in a solid rock. This then causes an increase in the frequency of collisions, and yeah yeah yeah effective collisions blah.
Concentration-
An increase in the concentration of the solution means that there is a higher amount of particles per unit volume. The particles are closer together, so there is a higher chance of them banging into each other. Then suddenly, BOOM, there's a reaction because there's been an effective collision.
Catalyst-
A catalyst provides an alternative route for particles with lower activation energy. More particles will then be able to react with the... other particles? due to the reduced activation energy and there will be an increase in the rate of reaction.
By the way, a catalyst remains chemically unchanged despite being banged around by a million and one particles although the state can very well be changed. The catalyst is also not used up by the end of the reaction.
Yeah, that's all. I don't give a shit about anything else. I'm going to contemplate writing the next chapter of MMHOI and moan over the fact that I'll never be able to complete Hate Me because of my lack of inspiration. If you think you can continue the story, tell me. I'll gladly hand it over to you. [:
Labels: i hate chemistry
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Tuesday, February 12, 2008
12:10 AM
I want to go to bed. It’s already 12:07am. It’s the early early early morning of 12.2.2008 okay! Yet I’m still typing on Microsoft Word because I don’t want Blogger to toss my painfully written post out the virtual vindow. (Use your imagination, please.) I just wanted to complete the sentence I started in my previous post. Y’know, the one which I said I’m continue ‘later on’. Here it goes:
Speaking about money, a bunch of us SJAB girls were sitting in the canteen, awaiting the arrival of a certain Mr. TZX who cried 30 seconds into his arrival, scaring the shit out of me. We were happily talking about… Valentine’s Day. Although I still can’t quite fathom how we managed to link from Physics homework to V-Day. Anyway, from V-Day, we linked all the way to our future… husbands. If we’re even going to have any – or rather, if I’m even going to have any. Apparently, more than 1 of us reckon that a husband’s loyalty does not matter at all. I’m one of those ‘more than 1 of us’. As long as he is filthy rich, doesn’t ever divorce me until he dies, gives me a limitless spending credit card and doesn’t care about me, he can have as many extra-marital affairs as he wants. He can even have a hundred and one illegitimate children all over the world, just as long as he doesn’t go broke trying to support all of them. I don’t give a shit. Honest. I’ll just smile at them in that annoying patronizing manner and give them a $2 angpao every CNY.
Don’t preach to me about love, much less true love. It doesn’t exist. Please also ignore the little fact that I mentioned the word ‘love’ more than thrice in my previous post. I said it before, ‘love’ doesn’t even come close to having a definition in my dictionary. It’s just a word I use all the time. I don’t even want anyone to love me. In fact, I get freaked out when a guy becomes too nice. It makes me want to run away and avoid him for life. And these mad ramblings are the result of the looming tests that are coming up on V-Day. Although I can’t exactly remember what tests there are.
I’m re-typing this blog post simply to ease my tormented soul because I really can’t stand the fact that I wasted almost 2 hours of my life on it and it was lost thanks to Blogger’s screwed up ‘Autosave’ device. I’ve grown to rely on it so much that I don’t even bother saving the drafts myself. So what happens in the end? It autosaves only half, or maybe even less than half. Not even a quarter! It autosaved less than a quarter of the quotes I copied and pasted from the amazing, brilliant, creative, delightful, extraordinary, fabulous, great, heaven-defying, illuminating, magnificent, original, perfect, stupefying, wonderful story. I hate Blogger. I plan to delete my blog again… Maybe I’ll switch to Xanga or something.
Or perhaps I won’t even continue blogging anymore. I hear a horrified gasp. Fear not, my dear readers. I… honestly don’t care. [: One day I’ll create a list of all the cool quotes from OP… When I’m free. And when I’ve finished writing all 24 V-Day cards. Shucks, I hate V-Day, but I’d feel bad when people give me stuff and I don’t give them anything back. I’m going to bed now. There’s CCA today. Yaye?
Wordcount: 585
Labels: Here's another good reason why I should totally switch to Xanga.
i could spend my life in this sweet surrender;
Monday, February 11, 2008
10:06 PM
& here lies more quotes from the story which has shaped me into the cynical young lady *cough* that I am today. Alright, I lie, I'm just going to continue pasting some quotes from the marvelous story which I have been trying to persuade more people to read. [: And before I forget, I must remember to credit the authoress of this intriguing story before I get sued for copyright - thanks for the reminder this morning, Eggy. Love ya loads.
Lo and behold:
- It’s just stacks of rectangular paper with watermarks on them for him. (Speaking about money... I'll continue this sentence later on.)
- The day I fall in love with a philandering idiot like him is the day when pigs fly in a freezing Hell, which has switched places with Heaven and is now ruled by God.
- Both of you are so lame that it’s like you have a leg permanently injured! Each! (LMAO, Selina that cute girl.)
- “Ella Chen. Spit. It. Out. You know? Phui?”
- “What, woman? All I can make out from that bedroom drawl you just adopted are the words ‘Wu Chun’. Now’s not the time for seduction, hubby dear! I know you’re longing for my devastating figure, but, you know. Time and place, much? NOW TELL ME. PHUI PHUI. C’mon.”
- Digressing— I don’t know why people love red roses. Hate the smell. And when I rubbed the petal over the underside of my wrist once, out of curiosity, it made me itch like hell. (Sorry Ella, I LOVE red roses. :D Especially dead red roses.)
- A ghetto wannabe who’s perpetually high, with thick gold chains around your neck and half-bent fingers that can never seem to open straight out.
- Jiro Wang, I’m going to traipse to Southeast Asian to look for a bomoh and ask him to curse you with a pet Pontianak the next time you flaunt about going to the company barbecue cum pool party. (Awww, Selina!)
- You don’t want to get involved with a rich, arrogant, evil, rigid, anal-retentive, flirtatious, cheesy, chauvinistic bastard like Wu Chun, believe me. (AHHHH! I LOVE HEBE!)
- “Ella? Sis? Jia Hua? Yo?”
Ican't be bothered to retype the entire motherfking long post. Come kill my computer if you want. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. i hate this bloody laptop. jisod i39yq285q5urewc GAHHHHHHHHHHHH I HAVE NEVER FELT SO ANNOYED BEFORE IN MY ENTIRE DAMN LIFE, AIFH IWUQH T82O`PY ah!
SHIT THIS LAH.
i could spend my life in this sweet surrender;
Sunday, February 10, 2008
10:44 PM
那个疯狂的人是我;With regards to my dauntingly annoying state of boredom and in turn - boredom-induced state of mind, I have decided to come with a list of my favorite quotes from Office Politics. I believe I have tried promoting this fanfic a few times in my blog before but here goes nothing:
www.winglin.net/fanfic/xuewen2/Trust me, this fanfic is totally worth reading. I was giggling right from the start (and no, the giggling was not contributed by any form of alcohol.) and even Chun sounds a tad appealing. We all know how I feel about that not-very-aesthetically-pleasing guy. That's my personal opinion, of course. There are certain people (i.e: my baobei #1 and Beryl) who reckon that he's hot. Anyway, anything that can make me read it for the eighth time and make me come really close to printing all *insert number* chapters of it out, is seriously, truly, madly, deeply worth reading okay!
So here're some random quotes - and some of them have been my PM for quite a period of time. I'm pretty sure those who talk to me quite alot on MSN will notice which ones they are:
- I’m currently asexual and an amoeba at heart, and thus am not interested in men. (Gotta love Hebe.)
- ...the atmosphere in my office was chilly enough to rear emperor penguins without risking their health.
- Hello, I want her to get married to that man, not tear his head off during their wedding night like some demented praying mantis. (Love Selina.)
- All men are bastards.
But don’t worry. I’m not that silly. (Hebe again.)
Screw this - on second thought, don't try it. I'm too agitated over something else to continue already. Just go read that story if you're interested. I'm going to work off my frustration by reading another bit of the story before burrowing my head into my comforting blankets and going to sleep.
Have a nice day,
LiLin
i could spend my life in this sweet surrender;
Friday, February 08, 2008
11:08 PM
Jack Neo's newest movie definitely isn't worth a half-star review like 8 Days claimed. I'm beginning to lose faith in that magazine. So what if some funnies are pretty old? I doubt they've gone stale yet and Singaporean movies are still pretty well-received by the masses, considering the fact that the theatre I was in was totally filled. I suspect that there wasn't even one empty seat, and the whole place erupted into laughter every few minutes or so. Yes, it was THAT amusing. This shows that I like movies that are peppered with numerous vulgarities. Tsktsk.
Fann kicks ass in the show - both literally & figuratively; Mark Lee portrays a sissy so well that I almost thought he really was one; one of Fann's lackey is pretty eye candy-ish (damn cute! :D). The plot was lacking a little bit, and there were a few questions on whether what the characters did was actually feasible but I won't focus on that.
Instead, I think I'll stress on how bloody hilarious the movie was. I was laughing so hard I practically rocked in my seat. It's one of those rare movies that I don't mind re-watching a few hundred times. I absolutely loved it. Alright, so I'm mainly ranting and raving about how great the show is simply because I don't want to disclose any of the funnies in the show. To watch the show, you have to have good stamina, because it's pretty hard to catch your breath between the frequent bouts of laughter.
Dang, I'll end my blogpost here. See, all it takes for me to
finally update my blog is to bring me to a really really good movie. Does anyone want to rewatch it? You can treat me to another visit to the theatre, I really don't mind. Alright I'm kidding.
Enjoy yourselves for the remaining two days before we go back to hell! This year's cash still didn't beat last year's. Last year's hit $1500, this year was at least $400 lesser. Blabbers.
Yours happily,
Li Lin
i could spend my life in this sweet surrender;
Saturday, February 02, 2008
11:31 PM
I was forced into doing this.
I cut my hair. ): My fringe is GONE! Alright, technically, it's still around. It's just that it's pretty short. The back of my hair so thinned. The sides of my hair feel weird. I feel so naked without my fringe, I can't swish it in front of my eyes anymore. I can't scare the shit out of people on the streets anymore. I can't freak people out anymore simply because my hair is no longer helping me to look intimidating and I'll probably look like I'm telling them to continue pissing me off. Gah. But hair will grow; I'll be patient and wait until it decides to return from it's long long journey. To somewhere.
My entire body is tired and aching badly. Thanks to yesterday's 5 rounds during P.E, carrying that fking heavy box for the screwed up BBQ, and walking for two hours straight today. Mommy dearest was most amusing today. She asked me to go Tiong to meet her for dinner since she had a hair appointment - which lasted 2 hours. I got my hair cut, and WALKED AROUND THE WHOLE SHOPPING CENTRE for two hours. I love shopping, but having got to walk around when you're already tired is pure torture. I believe I visited every single shop at least twice. The salespeople must think I'm crazy.
Following that, we went for dinner. I was simply looking at eyeliner, and she thought I wanted to buy eyeliner. I don't even use eyeliner! She ended up dragging me to Watsons and bought an $8.90 one for me. Huhhhh but I won't even use it. =.= But maybe I'll put craploads of it, smear black lipstick one, black eyeshadow and go scare a few people even without my hair. What a brilliant idea.
I'm so sick of people getting confused with me and Ningyi. We're worlds apart please! Even my #2/3/4 have called me "Ningyi" or called her "LiLin" before. It's devastating. ):
I don't have anything else to say. See, I updated. It's so meaningless and unnecessary and full of bullshit. I don't care though.
<3
Li Lin
P.S: The price of the porcupine plushie in Popular has dropped! xD
P.P.S: I hate V-day. I have too many people to give presents to. I'll go BROKE just because of that damn day. Hrumph.
i could spend my life in this sweet surrender;
