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Anyway, today is Speech Day. I like Speech Day. Any day which allows me to stay at home and sleep till 9 is a great day. I really pity those poor souls who had to go to school today. Too bad you all had to receive prizes.
Okay, okay, I am a loser who has never went up on stage to receive any remotely academic prize before. Nor any of those Colours awards, or Eagles awards or any other corny-named award. What is the human obsession with awards and rankings anyway? And what's with those bad names?
Humans are weird. They obsess and fuss over insubstantial things--chunks of tall metal, which are probably alloys, and numbers. I guess it gives one a sense of exhilaration to be able to stand on stage smiling, holding an alloy trophy and a prize voucher when the other prizeless, sad losers stay at home sleeping. And we also fret over numbers. Seriously, we may cry over a small number and be smug over a large one. It makes a world of a difference, 3 and 30, in our dismally _____________(insert negative adjective) school lives, at least.
We are so weird!! What are these numbers and marks and scores going to mean in the course of our lives? Is it some magical mathematical thing, like when you die, if you have an overall higher number you go to mathematical heaven, with pies (haha) and other geometrical food (I can't think of anymore mathematical food puns) to calculate and eat? And if your score is dismally low you go to mathematical hell, strangled and tortured by devilish mathematical professors (Brr, scary)?
Sorry, the above was the aftermath (a pun!!) of literature lessons, we were talking about the Netherworld, and also the effect of the following weeks' tests.
DIE. OH NO. NEXT WEEK GOT CHEMISTRY TEST AND THEN THE WEEK AFTER THAT GOT MATHS TEST DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE.
Sorry, I don't mean to rub it in, physics people.
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I realise blogging topics are scarce these days.
So I shall remark on subjects. I have come to the realisation that humanities are really a world apart from sciences.
Like, if an author wrote something like "I feel like a door has just shut itself in my heart." (okay, that was lousy, but it's just an example), a literature student would examine its metaphorical meaning, a physics student would calculate the momentum the door had while it swung shut, a geography student would rattle on about the harms that deforestation--cutting down trees to build doors--had caused, and a biology student would study the author for signs of coronary heart disease, he seems to have blocked arteries.
It's like a deviation for us students, we are going on our different ways, we do not learn the same things anymore.
That is so sad.
Er, okay. I shall not wallow in this, er, sadness.
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I am still searching for a fun topic which allows me to blog and also at the same time let out some sarcasm that I haven't been able to let out since there is no school=no people to niao today.
Okay, I can't find any.
But anyway, maybe I should start studying Chemistry now. Chemistry is highly relevant to our lives. Like, if we can calculate pressure of gases, we may be able to save someone's life if he or she is trapped in a high pressure gas tank by changing the temperature so that the pressure would drop and the person would not be squashed dead by gas. Because, according to Charle's Law, P1/T1=P2/T2 (Right??), and that means if we increased the temperature of the gas tank, the pressure would decrease and the person would not get flattened alive!! He may get roasted alive though.
OMG, my Chemistry is about as messed up as thoughts now. I am so confused. Maybe it's an overdose of sleep, since I slept at 10 last night and woke up at 9 today.
Never mind. Okay, I shall get going now, sorry for having let you read through this sleep-inducing entry.
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