Or lack of it
Sleep is important. Really. Cause without it, our minds can't function at their fullest. We're reduced to short sentences. As long ones are too hard to. Construct. I pity those people with genetic insomnia (not sure if this is the correct term), who can't sleep even if they want to. They stay awake, zombie-like, until they collapse and die of exhaustion. Maybe this is the role and function of diseases and illnesses and all manner of bad things - they make us realise the importance and goodness of what we already have and take for granted.
I did some basic calculations - 5 hours sleep at home + 4 hours sleep on bus to school + 6 hours sleep on bus back home + 2 hours sleep on free period/morning before assembly = 17 hours of sleep. That's from... Sunday morning/after till now, thursday night. It's a new record I think, not that I'm proud of it (actually I'm abit, but that's not the point). Anyways, various excuses can be given for the general lack of sleep, with three most likely excuses standing out from the rest of the crowd.
1. Homework - I spent first 3 nights staying up to do the homework but end up not doing anything.
2. Anticipation - of the massive event that will happen at the end of this week, or rather, that starts in a few hours time and ends on saturday night.
3. Daily anticipation - of the day. Enough said.
Implications of lack of sleep
Here are some possible after-effects of a massively-sleep-deprived person, based on a real-case-example.
1. High, feelings of hyperactivity that seem opposite of how your body feels.
2. Emo, general mood swings for no apparent reason.
3. To quote loosely from a figure of authority, "It's is no point staying up for 2 hours, which causes your next day's 24 hours to be very unproductive". The general idea of the quote is there, and it makes much sense. Now time for that to get into my head.
4. Inefficient use of time, similar to point 3, when your body gets not enough sleep, you tend to spend more time achieving the same effects. Like spending 30 minutes reading 1 page of timeline and 1 page of a play. Also, overshooting the bus stop results in 30-40mins extra of low-quality sleep on the bus, and 30-40 less time to spend at home.
5. The image that you present to the people around you is important. If you present yourself as a sleep deprived fella, what will others think of you (and your time management skills)?
6. Brain shutdown, happened once before during a camp. Scary stuff. Note to self: Do not brain shutdown ever again.
7. Death. Spoken not from experience, but the possibility is always there. The loan sharks of sleep that you owe a debt to may very well get violent and cause destruction.
Sleep is good.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Epic
spacespacespacespac(AGAIN)
Due to the concealment ^of a broken thermometer,
spaiiiiii(1)
the lab(2) will be closed till further notice. for
Thanks to some idiot. This time its definitely unambiguously an idiot.
Do not enter AT ALL.Hg can volatise, Who knows where
the mercury is.
Yours sincerely,
irate technicians
p.s. to the culprit, if you stole the bulb of mercury, pls for your own sake bag it up, bag it up again and throw it away. If you took it to play a prank on someone, pls be sensible; mercury is toxic. If you left it in the lab sink or elsewhere, please leave a note here to tell me where it is.
THERE IS A WORLD OF DIFFERENCE BETWEEN CONCEALING A BURETTE BREAKAGE AND A MERCURY THERMOMETER BREAKAGE. ONE SHOULDN'T BE DONE; THE OTHER MUSN'T
The above was a notice posted on the door of chemistry lab 1 today. My heart goes out to the irate techinicians who have a hard time handling students who do things they musn't. If you have any information on this matter, please go report this to proper authorities so that the culprit(s) dont do anything stupidier than what they have already done.
Due to the concealment ^of a broken thermometer,
spaiiiiii(1)
the lab
Do not enter AT ALL.
the mercury is.
Yours sincerely,
irate technicians
p.s. to the culprit, if you stole the bulb of mercury, pls for your own sake bag it up, bag it up again and throw it away. If you took it to play a prank on someone, pls be sensible; mercury is toxic. If you left it in the lab sink or elsewhere, please leave a note here to tell me where it is.
THERE IS A WORLD OF DIFFERENCE BETWEEN CONCEALING A BURETTE BREAKAGE AND A MERCURY THERMOMETER BREAKAGE. ONE SHOULDN'T BE DONE; THE OTHER MUSN'T
The above was a notice posted on the door of chemistry lab 1 today. My heart goes out to the irate techinicians who have a hard time handling students who do things they musn't. If you have any information on this matter, please go report this to proper authorities so that the culprit(s) dont do anything stupidier than what they have already done.
Chains of Reference
And because no man is an island, we all have to ask other people for help once in awhile. Here's a chain of reference:
Responses to the question "Do you know html?"
Chendol:
uh really really basic yes
get jarrell seah
Jseah:
not really
ask kyle
Jtan:
a bit why?
The chain could be longer, but I guess sooner or later I'd have asked someone who knows the answer. One of the three people above answered my simple question on html, thanks to him =)
Note: backhoured so that it is behind the epic post.
Responses to the question "Do you know html?"
Chendol:
uh really really basic yes
get jarrell seah
Jseah:
not really
ask kyle
Jtan:
a bit why?
The chain could be longer, but I guess sooner or later I'd have asked someone who knows the answer. One of the three people above answered my simple question on html, thanks to him =)
Note: backhoured so that it is behind the epic post.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Daily
Today, a random event happened.
The bus number 14 that I take home everyday - I take either that or bus number 196 - broke down. Well it was surprising, as all random events tend to be, and a very little slight tiny bit scary. How scary can a bus break down be? you ask. Well, the bus travelled till just before the highway, then it started to resonate. Reminds me of chocolate fondue, but that's not the point. The bus was making wierd noises, and the resonance was more than what it usually is. Then the bus driver switched off the engine. As usual, a kay-poh or kia-su singaporean hurriedly went down from the second floor of the bus, to check on what was happening or to zhao from danger. The rest of us just slacked around, I read a book, JY attempted to sleep. I helped a relatively old lady open a bottle of fruit juice, I felt happy. So what's the scary part? Err.. You know when something different happens, then you start wondering what could have happened. Like for example what would happen if the bus suddenly caught fire and started flaming. You know, like how trolls flame message boards. No really, I actually imagined the worst case scenario, like what would my last thoughts be if the bus suddenly blew up. (The answer to: "What would my last thoughts be if the bus blew up?" is "I was thinking of what would my last thoughts be if the bus blew up", talk about irony) Or how to escape from the bus the quickest if it caught fire. I was mentally prepared to break a window (Fun!) and jump out (not that fun but fun enough) or something, or rush over people in an attempt to zhao from the bus because I'm a selfish bastard who looks out for myself first. But nothing interesting happened =( After a short while, the bus driver dude came up to call all of us slacking people on second level of the bus to get off. And so we did. They refunded our paid fare, and on top of that gave us a free ride ticket. It's been so long since I actually made use of a bus ticket, you know those small rectangular ones, which I used to fold cranes and stuff with. So I was thinking about it, we paid nothing to travel on the bus from school to that before-highway bus stop, had a cool experience vibrating in a resonating bus, and had a free ride ticket too. What more could you ask for? The ticket expiry date was 28/8/2008, nice number too. (I wonder if on the 29/8/2008 if you give a bus driver the free ride ticket, would he check the expiry date and reject the tix?) (Also, what happens if a bus conductor asks for your bus card, as proof that you've paid your fare, when you've used your free ticket and thus did not need to tap your EZ-link card... Then he go checks with the bus driver and the bus driver is an old man who has amnesia who forgot that you used a free ride ticket. And that means you will be caught for cheating on bus fare, and if you're wearing school uniform you'll be publicly shamed, and forced to pay $200+- (wassit this amount?)) So I didn't use the ticket, and paid normally for my next fare. Then overslept all the way. As usual.
Btw, it's three more days till my O_O cake arrives. Wait for it.
As a note, I'm keep posting too late and keep having to backdate the time of the posting to 11:59pm on the previous day. Maybe this is due to my screwed up biological clock, or bad habit of procrastination which means my time period of most productivity is after 12am. Anyways, all posts at 11:59pm are backdated, and are probably posted anytime between 1am and 4.30am the next day. Also, I'm getting more random, my thoughts aren't coherent, and I'm just touch-and-go-ing on too many small topics. This should be due to the problem of my lack of sleep recently, which I hope to solve by paying back the sleep debt soon. I hope the loan sharks of sleep don't start harrassing me. Night.
zzZZzzzZzzZzzzz
The bus number 14 that I take home everyday - I take either that or bus number 196 - broke down. Well it was surprising, as all random events tend to be, and a very little slight tiny bit scary. How scary can a bus break down be? you ask. Well, the bus travelled till just before the highway, then it started to resonate. Reminds me of chocolate fondue, but that's not the point. The bus was making wierd noises, and the resonance was more than what it usually is. Then the bus driver switched off the engine. As usual, a kay-poh or kia-su singaporean hurriedly went down from the second floor of the bus, to check on what was happening or to zhao from danger. The rest of us just slacked around, I read a book, JY attempted to sleep. I helped a relatively old lady open a bottle of fruit juice, I felt happy. So what's the scary part? Err.. You know when something different happens, then you start wondering what could have happened. Like for example what would happen if the bus suddenly caught fire and started flaming. You know, like how trolls flame message boards. No really, I actually imagined the worst case scenario, like what would my last thoughts be if the bus suddenly blew up. (The answer to: "What would my last thoughts be if the bus blew up?" is "I was thinking of what would my last thoughts be if the bus blew up", talk about irony) Or how to escape from the bus the quickest if it caught fire. I was mentally prepared to break a window (Fun!) and jump out (not that fun but fun enough) or something, or rush over people in an attempt to zhao from the bus because I'm a selfish bastard who looks out for myself first. But nothing interesting happened =( After a short while, the bus driver dude came up to call all of us slacking people on second level of the bus to get off. And so we did. They refunded our paid fare, and on top of that gave us a free ride ticket. It's been so long since I actually made use of a bus ticket, you know those small rectangular ones, which I used to fold cranes and stuff with. So I was thinking about it, we paid nothing to travel on the bus from school to that before-highway bus stop, had a cool experience vibrating in a resonating bus, and had a free ride ticket too. What more could you ask for? The ticket expiry date was 28/8/2008, nice number too. (I wonder if on the 29/8/2008 if you give a bus driver the free ride ticket, would he check the expiry date and reject the tix?) (Also, what happens if a bus conductor asks for your bus card, as proof that you've paid your fare, when you've used your free ticket and thus did not need to tap your EZ-link card... Then he go checks with the bus driver and the bus driver is an old man who has amnesia who forgot that you used a free ride ticket. And that means you will be caught for cheating on bus fare, and if you're wearing school uniform you'll be publicly shamed, and forced to pay $200+- (wassit this amount?)) So I didn't use the ticket, and paid normally for my next fare. Then overslept all the way. As usual.
Btw, it's three more days till my O_O cake arrives. Wait for it.
As a note, I'm keep posting too late and keep having to backdate the time of the posting to 11:59pm on the previous day. Maybe this is due to my screwed up biological clock, or bad habit of procrastination which means my time period of most productivity is after 12am. Anyways, all posts at 11:59pm are backdated, and are probably posted anytime between 1am and 4.30am the next day. Also, I'm getting more random, my thoughts aren't coherent, and I'm just touch-and-go-ing on too many small topics. This should be due to the problem of my lack of sleep recently, which I hope to solve by paying back the sleep debt soon. I hope the loan sharks of sleep don't start harrassing me. Night.
zzZZzzzZzzZzzzz
Monday, July 28, 2008
O_O
Symbols
>_< It's amazing how much you can portray with words, but what's even more amazing is how much you can portray with symbols. A picture paints a thousand words, but a symbol made from a few keys on the keyboard can mean so much more than a thousand words worth of feelings and emotions. Like O_O for example, it means shocked, awed, and all the synonyms of that emotion. It may also mean you have large round eyes O_O, or that you're spectacled. Well, four more days, and O_O will arrive. Wait for it. o_O
Change
Some random thoughts on Change. Change is ever present, around us, and in us. With no change, we can't better ourselves, yet we also won't be able to "worsen" (for lack of a better opposite to the word better). However, if we choose not to change, while everyone around us change for the better, aren't we relatively being worst off? Well everything's relative, just like how you call random strangers "brother" and "sister", or maybe "auntie" and "uncle"; they are your relatives.
Anyways, I live in this same house my whole life. It is a nice house. However, recently, a few weeks back, the large tree in front of the house was cut down, apparently because it was old and decaying and it was a danger to society. One morning, before dawn, walking out of the whitish gate, and subconciously acknowledging the tree's presence, the next thing I knew, when I came back from school in the afternoon-evening, the tree was gone, off to the big forest in the sky. Normally I would feel very sentimental over anything that was there for a long time, and is suddenly gone, especially for living objects. However, even though this tree was a living object, and it has been there since forever, when it was taken away I didn't really feel a thing. I guess I'm not as sentimental as I used to be. Well sometime during these past few days, someone or somebody planted a new plant in the spot where the tree used to be. It's sort of a shrub, or a palm, or something like that. I wonder if I will grow to like it like I used to like the tree.
O_O
>_< It's amazing how much you can portray with words, but what's even more amazing is how much you can portray with symbols. A picture paints a thousand words, but a symbol made from a few keys on the keyboard can mean so much more than a thousand words worth of feelings and emotions. Like O_O for example, it means shocked, awed, and all the synonyms of that emotion. It may also mean you have large round eyes O_O, or that you're spectacled. Well, four more days, and O_O will arrive. Wait for it. o_O
Change
Some random thoughts on Change. Change is ever present, around us, and in us. With no change, we can't better ourselves, yet we also won't be able to "worsen" (for lack of a better opposite to the word better). However, if we choose not to change, while everyone around us change for the better, aren't we relatively being worst off? Well everything's relative, just like how you call random strangers "brother" and "sister", or maybe "auntie" and "uncle"; they are your relatives.
Anyways, I live in this same house my whole life. It is a nice house. However, recently, a few weeks back, the large tree in front of the house was cut down, apparently because it was old and decaying and it was a danger to society. One morning, before dawn, walking out of the whitish gate, and subconciously acknowledging the tree's presence, the next thing I knew, when I came back from school in the afternoon-evening, the tree was gone, off to the big forest in the sky. Normally I would feel very sentimental over anything that was there for a long time, and is suddenly gone, especially for living objects. However, even though this tree was a living object, and it has been there since forever, when it was taken away I didn't really feel a thing. I guess I'm not as sentimental as I used to be. Well sometime during these past few days, someone or somebody planted a new plant in the spot where the tree used to be. It's sort of a shrub, or a palm, or something like that. I wonder if I will grow to like it like I used to like the tree.
O_O
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Truth on Crimes of Passion
Crimes of Passion
One of the crimes of passion was not realizing the passion in time. Another was not seeing the world as it was. Also, some crimes of passion are actual crimes.
Ned realised that keeping the truth from Chuck is alot like living in a prison. Actually, he realise living in a prison is alot worst than some stupid metaphor about truth.
- because I'm too lazy to write a post, I'll just quote from Pushing Daisies. Everything above is the work of the brilliant minds behind the scripts of Pushing Daisies. And today's episode was abit TOK-ish, with the characters questioning what is truth. They agreed that truth is subjective, as one guy managed to convince himself that his doll girlfriend was alive. To the world the doll may just be any doll, but to that guy the doll was the best thing that ever happened to him.
What do you think when you see someone type moe.edu.sg... o_O?
One of the crimes of passion was not realizing the passion in time. Another was not seeing the world as it was. Also, some crimes of passion are actual crimes.
Ned realised that keeping the truth from Chuck is alot like living in a prison. Actually, he realise living in a prison is alot worst than some stupid metaphor about truth.
- because I'm too lazy to write a post, I'll just quote from Pushing Daisies. Everything above is the work of the brilliant minds behind the scripts of Pushing Daisies. And today's episode was abit TOK-ish, with the characters questioning what is truth. They agreed that truth is subjective, as one guy managed to convince himself that his doll girlfriend was alive. To the world the doll may just be any doll, but to that guy the doll was the best thing that ever happened to him.
What do you think when you see someone type moe.edu.sg... o_O?
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Instincts
Instincts
What do you call those feelings you get for a short while when you go about your daily life? As in, if you were walking along east coast park at night, and you see two bicycles coming towards you. What's the first action you want to do instinctively? Yep, I feel like knocking the riders off, just sticking ur arm out and letting momentum and gravity do their work. Hehe. I think it's leftover residual primitive actions that you want to perform but your new and improved developed brain tells you that it is wrong to do such stuff. Your instincts tell you - It's not fair, why are those people moving faster than me on bikes, they should be knocked off. Or, hey it's something moving, lets wack it. What do you think when you see a really tall guy? If you were me, first thoughts are "Whoa.", second thoughts are "the higher they are, the harder they fall".
Paintings
On today's newspapers Life section I found pictures of some paintings done by some chinese dude. The pictures were awesome, natually this also means the paintings were awesome. Also, paintings go for riducolously huge amounts of money, so I'd rather just take a picture of it and enjoy it at my own free time. Well, today's abovementioned paintings invoked certain emotions within me. One particular painting was of a mountain scene, and it showed a group of houses built into the mountain side, surrounded by rocks and snow, with a full moon shining above. From the painting I saw the strength of the human spirit, able to overcome most environments, and how humans band together naturally.
"Nature's beauty is eternal, unlike humans, whose beauty will fade with age." - Chinese painter Liu Gui.
What do you call those feelings you get for a short while when you go about your daily life? As in, if you were walking along east coast park at night, and you see two bicycles coming towards you. What's the first action you want to do instinctively? Yep, I feel like knocking the riders off, just sticking ur arm out and letting momentum and gravity do their work. Hehe. I think it's leftover residual primitive actions that you want to perform but your new and improved developed brain tells you that it is wrong to do such stuff. Your instincts tell you - It's not fair, why are those people moving faster than me on bikes, they should be knocked off. Or, hey it's something moving, lets wack it. What do you think when you see a really tall guy? If you were me, first thoughts are "Whoa.", second thoughts are "the higher they are, the harder they fall".
Paintings
On today's newspapers Life section I found pictures of some paintings done by some chinese dude. The pictures were awesome, natually this also means the paintings were awesome. Also, paintings go for riducolously huge amounts of money, so I'd rather just take a picture of it and enjoy it at my own free time. Well, today's abovementioned paintings invoked certain emotions within me. One particular painting was of a mountain scene, and it showed a group of houses built into the mountain side, surrounded by rocks and snow, with a full moon shining above. From the painting I saw the strength of the human spirit, able to overcome most environments, and how humans band together naturally.
"Nature's beauty is eternal, unlike humans, whose beauty will fade with age." - Chinese painter Liu Gui.
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