I just had a sudden remembrance (or whatever the act of remembering is) that my dreams often consist of boarding a train.
In these dreams, I don't remember actually being on the train very often. The most memorable part is the part where I am buying the ticket.
Every time I dream about this the ticket machine is like this massive ass touchscreen thing that is so counterintuitive. I have like 20 billion categories of stations and I have no idea what the hell I'm doing.
The worst thing is that every time, I'm with friends, and they get through in like 15 seconds, and I'm stuck there like an idiot for like 2 minutes while they wait.
The good thing is that I never miss the train.
I don't even know what happens after I "buy the ticket".
Fuarr this repeating motif is so interesting. I hope I randomly discover more. Oh, in case you'd like to know, people I know from school are now appearing in my dreams. Before it was either family or anonymous, which I found interesting.
Now school people are appearing with regularity.
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classical physics
Today we were discussing the quantised energy levels (again) because it was "crucial to repeat Max Planck's hypothesis 5 times"
Let me first introduce the bricks and water analogy with regards to explaining (what are we calling it at this stage? Quantised states of stuff?). To be fair, Mr Khoury did express his dislike for this analogy initially - I don't see why. If you weren't being retarded like we were, it's a pretty good analogy.
So energy levels. Classical theory thought it was like water - it was a continuous variable. You can have as much water in your bucket as you want. i.e. the amount of water is a subset of the Real+ numbers
Quantum physics thinks it is like bricks. You have to add one brick at a time, it is a discrete variable. You can't (for the purposes of this demonstration) add half a brick or a quarter of a brick. i.e the "amount" of bricks is a subset of the Integers+.
Mr Khoury said something like "So classical theory thought that energy was a continuous variable. Only when Max Planck's little trick came along did anyone start considering it as a discrete variable. But if you take a look at Planck's Constant, 6.6E-34, it is a very very small number. So you can forgive them for thinking that it was continuous. The packets of energy are so small that you would be fooled into thinking it was continuous"
Me, chiming: "You could say the same about water. If you wanted to you could count the number of molecules and it is discrete."
Khoury (lol-ing): "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME! WHY ARE YOU COMING ALONG WITH THIS SUBATOMIC STUFF?!"
Brian: "But we can forgive you for thinking that it is a continuous variable."
(Sadly I don't think many people heard Brian's. It was much funnier :L)
Anyways by the end of the period, I discovered that we need to know nothing about physics to pass this stupid course.
Things we don't know:
-Why quantised energies of photons would solve the UV catastrophe (neither quantitatively nor qualitatively), just that it did.
-Its impact on quantum mechanics in any greater detail than that "because now we consider energy is quantised lulz."
-I can't remember the other thing but I was thinking I was screwed because I did not understand the reasons behind many cause-effect relationships. Turns out if we can just memorise the cause-effect flow without needing to have a proper understanding of why, this topic (whatever that photoelectric effect chunk is categorised as) is set.
I swear by the end of that episode, all you need to know about Planck can almost be summarised in the formula E=hf.
Let me first introduce the bricks and water analogy with regards to explaining (what are we calling it at this stage? Quantised states of stuff?). To be fair, Mr Khoury did express his dislike for this analogy initially - I don't see why. If you weren't being retarded like we were, it's a pretty good analogy.
So energy levels. Classical theory thought it was like water - it was a continuous variable. You can have as much water in your bucket as you want. i.e. the amount of water is a subset of the Real+ numbers
Quantum physics thinks it is like bricks. You have to add one brick at a time, it is a discrete variable. You can't (for the purposes of this demonstration) add half a brick or a quarter of a brick. i.e the "amount" of bricks is a subset of the Integers+.
Mr Khoury said something like "So classical theory thought that energy was a continuous variable. Only when Max Planck's little trick came along did anyone start considering it as a discrete variable. But if you take a look at Planck's Constant, 6.6E-34, it is a very very small number. So you can forgive them for thinking that it was continuous. The packets of energy are so small that you would be fooled into thinking it was continuous"
Me, chiming: "You could say the same about water. If you wanted to you could count the number of molecules and it is discrete."
Khoury (lol-ing): "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME! WHY ARE YOU COMING ALONG WITH THIS SUBATOMIC STUFF?!"
Brian: "But we can forgive you for thinking that it is a continuous variable."
(Sadly I don't think many people heard Brian's. It was much funnier :L)
Anyways by the end of the period, I discovered that we need to know nothing about physics to pass this stupid course.
Things we don't know:
-Why quantised energies of photons would solve the UV catastrophe (neither quantitatively nor qualitatively), just that it did.
-Its impact on quantum mechanics in any greater detail than that "because now we consider energy is quantised lulz."
-I can't remember the other thing but I was thinking I was screwed because I did not understand the reasons behind many cause-effect relationships. Turns out if we can just memorise the cause-effect flow without needing to have a proper understanding of why, this topic (whatever that photoelectric effect chunk is categorised as) is set.
I swear by the end of that episode, all you need to know about Planck can almost be summarised in the formula E=hf.
excel-lent
Screw humility - I make epic spreadsheets =P
Then I realised I should've known enough about electronics than to expect stellar battery life right out of the box.
Open CCleaner to check when the default programs were installed onto this computer, the super deep system files were from 31/Mar/2011, and the programs installed just prior to commercial shipping were installed mid Oct/2011. [Hence why I received the relatively shitty Sentelic touchpad, as it started shipping with Elan sometime in November. It's not too bad, actually. Not as bad as the Internet would have it. Just the fact you can't turn it off very easily is stupid as fuck.]
So anyways this laptop sat nicely in its box for a good half-year. I ripped it out of its box one fateful day and in retrospect, 2-3 hours isn't half bad :L.
At home I had the epiphany that I should cycle this shit, so I did. Of course I felt obliged to monitor my progress, so I set up a battery log.
But I'll have you know I used (relatively) impressive formulae like
=IF(E5="sleep", 0, H6*24*60)
=AVERAGEIF(Table1[Active Minutes], ">0",Table1[Battery Drop (%/min)])
=IFERROR(G3/(I3/60),"-")
I'll explain those three formulae above for funzies
Okay in the grand scale of things it's pretty scrub spreadsheeting, and I still don't know how to use more than 80% of Excel's formulae (and probably never will - too much statistical maths that I'll never learn), but it's so satisfying to be able to plug in time and battery level, and have calculations like "Estimated hours/100%" and "Battery drop %/hour" plus a line graph(!!) just pop up magically.
And seeing as most people are impressed when I replicate formulae down a column, or even when I use formulae (?!!), I feel pretty good :P
By the way, if I complained to anyone about my keyboard - I'm used to it now! No longer dropping letters, and I quite like how the keys feel when I press down on them. I am, however, realising this text is a little too small for extended periods of reading. Movies and touchtyping it is :P
Anyways, ultimate obnoxious post over, I hope I may find something else interesting to blog about soon.
Backstory:
I was worried that my Zenbook had shitty battery life - at school I was getting battery life of like 2-3 hours on battery saver mode.Then I realised I should've known enough about electronics than to expect stellar battery life right out of the box.
Open CCleaner to check when the default programs were installed onto this computer, the super deep system files were from 31/Mar/2011, and the programs installed just prior to commercial shipping were installed mid Oct/2011. [Hence why I received the relatively shitty Sentelic touchpad, as it started shipping with Elan sometime in November. It's not too bad, actually. Not as bad as the Internet would have it. Just the fact you can't turn it off very easily is stupid as fuck.]
So anyways this laptop sat nicely in its box for a good half-year. I ripped it out of its box one fateful day and in retrospect, 2-3 hours isn't half bad :L.
At home I had the epiphany that I should cycle this shit, so I did. Of course I felt obliged to monitor my progress, so I set up a battery log.
The Spreadsheet:
I kinda feel like uploading it, but at the same time I know spreadsheeting isn't something people value as much as, say, Photoshop skills and so I'm like meh whatevs.But I'll have you know I used (relatively) impressive formulae like
=IF(E5="sleep", 0, H6*24*60)
=AVERAGEIF(Table1[Active Minutes], ">0",Table1[Battery Drop (%/min)])
=IFERROR(G3/(I3/60),"-")
I'll explain those three formulae above for funzies
- The first one detects whether I specified the computer was in sleep mode for that time. If it was, the cell will display 0. If it was not in sleep mode, it will convert column H from time formatted cells to a numerical number of minutes.
- The second one checks the column "Active Minutes" (that's what I called total number of minutes - sleep time). As long as there are more than 0 active minutes for each time bracket, I take the average of my column "Battery Drop". If there are 0 active minutes for one row, that row's data is disregarded (I did this because otherwise my average battery life calculations would be way higher than actual values)
- The last one is because I have the same formula for each column of cells, the first one will usually have nothing to subtract, or divide by zero. So to make the cell be pretty and not read the dreaded #DIV/0! or #VALUE!, the formula will detect any errors and just substitute in a dash.
Okay in the grand scale of things it's pretty scrub spreadsheeting, and I still don't know how to use more than 80% of Excel's formulae (and probably never will - too much statistical maths that I'll never learn), but it's so satisfying to be able to plug in time and battery level, and have calculations like "Estimated hours/100%" and "Battery drop %/hour" plus a line graph(!!) just pop up magically.
And seeing as most people are impressed when I replicate formulae down a column, or even when I use formulae (?!!), I feel pretty good :P
By the way, if I complained to anyone about my keyboard - I'm used to it now! No longer dropping letters, and I quite like how the keys feel when I press down on them. I am, however, realising this text is a little too small for extended periods of reading. Movies and touchtyping it is :P
Anyways, ultimate obnoxious post over, I hope I may find something else interesting to blog about soon.
term 1 finale
Yay end of Term 1 why not celebrate with a blog post.
I had a cool conspiracy theory about the outcome of this year.
You are hereby warned that if you are religious and hence liable to offence because of my flippant attitude towards Jesus et al, you should bail. Please note that if you read it anyway, and you want to talk to me about it, I only have energy to hear how awesome you think this theory is. If you want to preach at me I'm likely to just ignore you. You have been warned. Page break just in case.
I had a cool conspiracy theory about the outcome of this year.
You are hereby warned that if you are religious and hence liable to offence because of my flippant attitude towards Jesus et al, you should bail. Please note that if you read it anyway, and you want to talk to me about it, I only have energy to hear how awesome you think this theory is. If you want to preach at me I'm likely to just ignore you. You have been warned. Page break just in case.
galleria
Subjective
You know when you listen to people talk about other subjects and you're just like "da fuck would you want to learn that for".I never really understood why people said "thank god I don't do phys/bio/chem." Then I listened to people talk about Eco then I was like... "Okay I know dat feel bro"
Like wildfire
Aww no a little research told me that Justin Bieber (probably) never said he'd be this generations Kurt Cobain.And his "supergroup" was just some stupid prank he pulled. Although in the video he said "but better [than the Beatles]" too many times to make sense.
Damn you, internet, for spreading rumours so fast. I wonder how much other shit I take as fact.
My opinion goes back to
Voice: Good
Voice suited to music: So-so
Choice of music: No
Personality: To be informed
Low fat junk food
What the fuck do you think you're doing. Just because it's "less unhealthy" doesn't make it "healthy".Like low fat ice cream is just lose-lose. You eat it, it doesn't taste that good, you're still getting fatter, and still gateway drug into full cream ice cream because that's the real shit.
Or like the wholegrain Pringles. This shit is still fried but at least your shit will come out a little easier cos this stuff is WHOLEGRAIN. The texture of the wholegrain one is dodge, but it's sweeter than the potato one. Not sure if sweet is the taste I'm looking for in chips.
UMAT - Medentry douchebaggery
Anyone who's done Medentry drills will know - when the patterns move and it's like -(In any section C) JOKES DID YOU THINK THIS NUMBER WAS USEFUL. I JUST PUT IT THERE SO AS DECORATION.
(In Pick the Middle) COULDN'T YOU TELL THAT THIS BLACK BOX SCANS ACROSS THE GRID IN FIBONACCI NUMBERS? LIKE, THE IMAGES ARE ONLY OUT OF ORDER, WHY WOULDN'T YOU BE ABLE TO WORK OUT FIBONACCI FROM THAT.
I hate how you can't tell if one shape is covering another shape, or whether that shape completely disappeared from the question.
╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
the hunger theory
Today we ran the cross country.
Alternated between running and strolling wooo so get off the track in reasonably time, don't get too tired, don't get into zone. TRIPLE BLOW.
Screw the cross country I want to talk about hunger. So a bunch of us were sitting in a circle chilling out during uber long lunch.
Jeff: I'm not hungry at all after running that
Max: It's the caveman theory/reaction (I can't remember which word he used)
All: ???
Max: When you have been running for ages and you don't feel hungry. Because if cavemen had been running around for ages it probably means there's no food.
Somebody Tree: But what if cavemen were running to hunt stuff? [Add extra stuff: Like humans were weak shits and instead of actually fighting animals they just ran at them until they got tired.]
*brief pause*
Jeff: It's so you can carry the food home and not eat it on the way, to impress the babes and then bone them
*general lols and agreement*
Tree: So in order to feel hungry, you have to walk equal distance to how far you ran, carrying something heavy on your back.
*a greater amount of lols*
So yes we traced the biological roots of why we don't feel hungry after excessive exercise.
And so begins the return of the papers woo.
Goodluck don't stress yourself too hard. Unless you want to, then whatever go ahead.
Alternated between running and strolling wooo so get off the track in reasonably time, don't get too tired, don't get into zone. TRIPLE BLOW.
Screw the cross country I want to talk about hunger. So a bunch of us were sitting in a circle chilling out during uber long lunch.
Jeff: I'm not hungry at all after running that
Max: It's the caveman theory/reaction (I can't remember which word he used)
All: ???
Max: When you have been running for ages and you don't feel hungry. Because if cavemen had been running around for ages it probably means there's no food.
*brief pause*
Jeff: It's so you can carry the food home and not eat it on the way, to impress the babes and then bone them
*general lols and agreement*
Tree: So in order to feel hungry, you have to walk equal distance to how far you ran, carrying something heavy on your back.
*a greater amount of lols*
So yes we traced the biological roots of why we don't feel hungry after excessive exercise.
And so begins the return of the papers woo.
Goodluck don't stress yourself too hard. Unless you want to, then whatever go ahead.
i've been dazed and confused
Woooo English is over which means half our exams are over!
Making multitudes of idiotic mistakes in 4u that screw up the latter parts of the question. I hope adrenaline does its thing on Wednesday and Friday
Today I used my whole morning playing guitar. I hope my neighbours like Led Zeppelin. I put on Mothership and tried to play along. Which worked for most of them. I couldn't be bothered with the non-main arpeggio bits in "Babe I'm Gonna Leave You" because there are random 4 bars of chords that never appear again so I never got to work them out.
I like the guitar part of Ramble On a lot =P
I got up to "When the Levee Breaks" and realised that perhaps I should do some work.
Yayay my hands are cold. Goodluck for whatever exams you may have!
I love it when something runs out of batteries, and you just take the batteries out and swap them over. And it starts working again. MWAHAHA
On a similar note - I love how the iPhone doesn't waste all its battery telling you that it has no more battery.
Making multitudes of idiotic mistakes in 4u that screw up the latter parts of the question. I hope adrenaline does its thing on Wednesday and Friday
Today I used my whole morning playing guitar. I hope my neighbours like Led Zeppelin. I put on Mothership and tried to play along. Which worked for most of them. I couldn't be bothered with the non-main arpeggio bits in "Babe I'm Gonna Leave You" because there are random 4 bars of chords that never appear again so I never got to work them out.
I like the guitar part of Ramble On a lot =P
I got up to "When the Levee Breaks" and realised that perhaps I should do some work.
Yayay my hands are cold. Goodluck for whatever exams you may have!
I love it when something runs out of batteries, and you just take the batteries out and swap them over. And it starts working again. MWAHAHA
On a similar note - I love how the iPhone doesn't waste all its battery telling you that it has no more battery.
just you know why...
Today, after school Sun took out his box of sushi that every (except me =P) swarmed.
I'd just like to say Sandra's compulsive squishing of Sun's food ("I wasn't trying to POP the tomato - just bruise it very badly!") is quite humourous.
And then she started squeezing his cheese. Which I noticed was Laughing Cow. ie not Panda.
"Not Panda cheese, Sun. You dead, man"
Unfortunately he was the only one there that didn't laugh because he hasn't seen it before. And if you haven't seen it before it's embedded here.
I also like that epic state of sleeping where you're not really asleep but you are. This is most easily measured when listening to music. Like, I am in shallow enough sleep to hear the lyrics and remember hearing every song. But when I "wake up" I only have a hazy recollection that I DID listen to the music, but soon forget... I can't explain it - it's rather like trying to remember a dream.
Wait upon further inspection... I just checked the album of American Idiot - was wide awake for American Idiot, fell asleep during Jesus of Surburbia, zero recollection of Holiday, Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Are We The Waiting, St Jimmy, Give Me Novocaine, She's a Rebel, Extraordinary Girl, Letterbomb, was in that beautiful state of half awake/half asleep for Wake Me Up When September Ends (kinda apt that I regained consciousness then), same state for Homecoming, was pretty much awake for Whatsername.
Wow so I filled out a full nap-cycle with American Idiot. That's such a good way to fall asleep.
Also lastly I want to say, that a couple of bands are so great that it is impossible to judge people who listen to them. Like I can laugh at peeps if they listen to like Pitbull. Or, to give an example of an artist/group that people ACTUALLY listen to, maybe something I'm more famous for scorning - Glee.
And perhaps they do sound great to half the population but it's difficult to claim I'm unjustified in making fun of it - mainly cos Anonymous is generally against Glee.
But I found some bands that you just have to respect, even if you don't listen to their music. You can't go "HAHAHA YOU LISTEN TO THEM?!?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR EARS?"
Of course there can be more than just these few bands, but I can't think of any more impossibly-greats off the top of my head.
Actually ignore if I said "bands" up there, I included individuals too
These artists are:
-The Beatles
-Jimi Hendrix Experience (mainly just Jimi Hendrix)
-Led Zeppelin
-Elvis Presley
-The Rolling Stones
Quite possibly, it actually backfires and makes your own music taste look worse to laugh at any of them. Legends deserve their respect.
Because while you yourself may think any of those bands are retarded (God be with you), 99% chance your idol in some shape or form was influenced by one of those guys.
TELL ME IF YOU THINK OF MORE SUPER INFLUENCE BANDS THAT I MAY HAVE MISSED.
I did consider Queen, but they don't give off the same holy vibe as those 4 I listed above.
Pink Floyd, Eagles, AC/DC, I all thought about, but I decided against them. What do you think?
Of a more contemporary band, I think old Guns N Roses might've been pretty insanely influential - I wonder how much November Rain, Sweet Child o' Mine and Welcome to the Jungle did for new rock bands out there... Nirvana too. Although not terribly virtuosic, had a simple brutality that just worked.
Anyhoos I totally went off on a tangent but whatever. You still read it all (Y)
I'd just like to say Sandra's compulsive squishing of Sun's food ("I wasn't trying to POP the tomato - just bruise it very badly!") is quite humourous.
And then she started squeezing his cheese. Which I noticed was Laughing Cow. ie not Panda.
"Not Panda cheese, Sun. You dead, man"
Unfortunately he was the only one there that didn't laugh because he hasn't seen it before. And if you haven't seen it before it's embedded here.
I also like that epic state of sleeping where you're not really asleep but you are. This is most easily measured when listening to music. Like, I am in shallow enough sleep to hear the lyrics and remember hearing every song. But when I "wake up" I only have a hazy recollection that I DID listen to the music, but soon forget... I can't explain it - it's rather like trying to remember a dream.
Wait upon further inspection... I just checked the album of American Idiot - was wide awake for American Idiot, fell asleep during Jesus of Surburbia, zero recollection of Holiday, Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Are We The Waiting, St Jimmy, Give Me Novocaine, She's a Rebel, Extraordinary Girl, Letterbomb, was in that beautiful state of half awake/half asleep for Wake Me Up When September Ends (kinda apt that I regained consciousness then), same state for Homecoming, was pretty much awake for Whatsername.
Wow so I filled out a full nap-cycle with American Idiot. That's such a good way to fall asleep.
Also lastly I want to say, that a couple of bands are so great that it is impossible to judge people who listen to them. Like I can laugh at peeps if they listen to like Pitbull. Or, to give an example of an artist/group that people ACTUALLY listen to, maybe something I'm more famous for scorning - Glee.
And perhaps they do sound great to half the population but it's difficult to claim I'm unjustified in making fun of it - mainly cos Anonymous is generally against Glee.
But I found some bands that you just have to respect, even if you don't listen to their music. You can't go "HAHAHA YOU LISTEN TO THEM?!?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR EARS?"
Of course there can be more than just these few bands, but I can't think of any more impossibly-greats off the top of my head.
Actually ignore if I said "bands" up there, I included individuals too
These artists are:
-The Beatles
-Jimi Hendrix Experience (mainly just Jimi Hendrix)
-Led Zeppelin
-Elvis Presley
-The Rolling Stones
Quite possibly, it actually backfires and makes your own music taste look worse to laugh at any of them. Legends deserve their respect.
Because while you yourself may think any of those bands are retarded (God be with you), 99% chance your idol in some shape or form was influenced by one of those guys.
TELL ME IF YOU THINK OF MORE SUPER INFLUENCE BANDS THAT I MAY HAVE MISSED.
I did consider Queen, but they don't give off the same holy vibe as those 4 I listed above.
Pink Floyd, Eagles, AC/DC, I all thought about, but I decided against them. What do you think?
Of a more contemporary band, I think old Guns N Roses might've been pretty insanely influential - I wonder how much November Rain, Sweet Child o' Mine and Welcome to the Jungle did for new rock bands out there... Nirvana too. Although not terribly virtuosic, had a simple brutality that just worked.
Anyhoos I totally went off on a tangent but whatever. You still read it all (Y)
smells like teen spirit
Today we had a chemistry prac.
We were reflux-ing ethanoic acid and 1-pentanol to make amyl acetate or pentyl acetate I can't remember what we're meant to call it.
This ester is to have a fragrant banana smell, in contrast with the sharp stinging smell of ethanoic acid, and the nail-polish-smell of 1-pentanol.
So we were being told a story of how the previous class conducted the experiment without any major incidents. One boy did manage to spill ester on his hand and he smelt like banana.
I finished the story to our table by adding "Then he ate himself and he died. The End."
Anyways so we were refluxing and in the space between lighting the Bunsen burner and actually getting results, we were being simultaneously being taught and told anecdotes.
He was informing us of how if we hit a couple of notes out of the many notes smelt in a banana, and we can still recognise it as a banana. And how it's like an mp3 ripped off a CD, which holds only 5% as much data as the CD file. Which sounds like so much lower quality than "compressed 20 times" =O. The power of expression to warp our interpretations of the same data =O. Mr Bialy is such an audiophile.
Then he was showing us a word doc with a bajillion esters and what they smell like. Then we found out that amyl acetate/pentyl acetate is also the bee alarm pheromone. So presumably if you torture many bees you will extract a fragrant fruity smell. Appears to be legitimate, good gentleman/lady.
"So, if this classroom was right near the JR plots, and we had our windows open, the bees would be going ballistic!"
And I chimed "One might say, they would be going bananas."
(inb4 Tranny)
I think that's the first class-laugh-out-loud quip that I've made since like year 10 =O. I slightly ruined it by smiling too much but whatever =P
As an addendum:
Do you know what's bloody cool? As a catalyst, we used 18mol/L sulfuric acid. Not 1.8. FREAKING EIGHTEEN. Theoretically that's a pH of -1.6. It was so exciting to be so close to something 180 times more concentrated than what we usually use. Think of all the things we could destroy - the possibilities are endless!
We were reflux-ing ethanoic acid and 1-pentanol to make amyl acetate or pentyl acetate I can't remember what we're meant to call it.
This ester is to have a fragrant banana smell, in contrast with the sharp stinging smell of ethanoic acid, and the nail-polish-smell of 1-pentanol.
So we were being told a story of how the previous class conducted the experiment without any major incidents. One boy did manage to spill ester on his hand and he smelt like banana.
I finished the story to our table by adding "Then he ate himself and he died. The End."
Anyways so we were refluxing and in the space between lighting the Bunsen burner and actually getting results, we were being simultaneously being taught and told anecdotes.
He was informing us of how if we hit a couple of notes out of the many notes smelt in a banana, and we can still recognise it as a banana. And how it's like an mp3 ripped off a CD, which holds only 5% as much data as the CD file. Which sounds like so much lower quality than "compressed 20 times" =O. The power of expression to warp our interpretations of the same data =O. Mr Bialy is such an audiophile.
Then he was showing us a word doc with a bajillion esters and what they smell like. Then we found out that amyl acetate/pentyl acetate is also the bee alarm pheromone. So presumably if you torture many bees you will extract a fragrant fruity smell. Appears to be legitimate, good gentleman/lady.
"So, if this classroom was right near the JR plots, and we had our windows open, the bees would be going ballistic!"
And I chimed "One might say, they would be going bananas."
(inb4 Tranny)
I think that's the first class-laugh-out-loud quip that I've made since like year 10 =O. I slightly ruined it by smiling too much but whatever =P
As an addendum:
Do you know what's bloody cool? As a catalyst, we used 18mol/L sulfuric acid. Not 1.8. FREAKING EIGHTEEN. Theoretically that's a pH of -1.6. It was so exciting to be so close to something 180 times more concentrated than what we usually use. Think of all the things we could destroy - the possibilities are endless!
i don't want to forget this
I have three things to write about today
The first is an anecdote
The second is an observation
The third is (are?) some cynical comments arising from Bio
The first is an anecdote
The second is an observation
The third is (are?) some cynical comments arising from Bio
warning, live without warning
This is for the people who go "omg you've stopped blogging". You impatient wanks have now been silenced for another week or so =P
There's three warnings I see that I should care about that I always go "I really don't give a fuck".
Now that chemistry has taught me a-plenty, the middles of batteries are acidic, and as the chemical reaction goes to create a current, the outer shell is actually getting eaten away. But they clearly time it so that the outer shell remains intact when your battery runs out of juice. Unless you leave it in the appliance for too long and it leaks and you get shouted at by your parents.
While I understand the environmental dangers of chemical leaching and all that crap - how else do you get rid of batteries?!
I'm not afraid to admit the only time I ever use cotton buds is to stick it into my inner ear. It's like masturbation minus the stigma.
Plus it cleans out all the wax. So it's like killing two birds with one stone.
There really are not that many applications for a cotton bud. Like it's okay for cleaning small things like lenses, or putting on antiseptic or something, but that's like using a dildo as a door stopper. It's clearly a device for pleasure.
I say "okay" and do whatever I was going to do anyway. Because I don't care.
Since it's been a week I'll attach an extra part. My own warning:
Today I was having fun stomping the brakes in the car when the engine's off - You should try it some time!
Anyways I discovered that although the engine is completely off, the brake lights light up if you depress the brake pedal.
As a future warning to anyone who wants to have sex in the driver's seat when they grow up - rhythmic flashing of your brake lights can only mean one thing. You are not testing the suspension of your car.
@Shelley + Lena + whoever else was on that table and was interested when Annie was talking about the crazy wife who chopped off the dude's penis and I was telling you how the audience+hosts found genital mutilation funny (only if it's on a guy, presumably):
There's three warnings I see that I should care about that I always go "I really don't give a fuck".
1) Batteries
"Do not dispose of in trash"Now that chemistry has taught me a-plenty, the middles of batteries are acidic, and as the chemical reaction goes to create a current, the outer shell is actually getting eaten away. But they clearly time it so that the outer shell remains intact when your battery runs out of juice. Unless you leave it in the appliance for too long and it leaks and you get shouted at by your parents.
While I understand the environmental dangers of chemical leaching and all that crap - how else do you get rid of batteries?!
2) Cotton buds/Q-tips
"Do not insert into inner ear"I'm not afraid to admit the only time I ever use cotton buds is to stick it into my inner ear. It's like masturbation minus the stigma.
Plus it cleans out all the wax. So it's like killing two birds with one stone.
There really are not that many applications for a cotton bud. Like it's okay for cleaning small things like lenses, or putting on antiseptic or something, but that's like using a dildo as a door stopper. It's clearly a device for pleasure.
3) Most medication
"May cause drowsiness"I say "okay" and do whatever I was going to do anyway. Because I don't care.
Since it's been a week I'll attach an extra part. My own warning:
Today I was having fun stomping the brakes in the car when the engine's off - You should try it some time!
Anyways I discovered that although the engine is completely off, the brake lights light up if you depress the brake pedal.
As a future warning to anyone who wants to have sex in the driver's seat when they grow up - rhythmic flashing of your brake lights can only mean one thing. You are not testing the suspension of your car.
@Shelley + Lena + whoever else was on that table and was interested when Annie was talking about the crazy wife who chopped off the dude's penis and I was telling you how the audience+hosts found genital mutilation funny (only if it's on a guy, presumably):
knife in right hand, fork in left hand
I have three types of eating behaviours that are inexplicable to me, and maybe someone could clarify so my tolerance of such behaviours could be raised. I thank those enlightened minds in advance.
What I find irksome is when you're eating something large(r than your mouth), like prawn crackers or certain Doritos. Now, usually when it's too big, you put your lips on it to absorb the shock, and make an incision with your teeth (obviously and hopefully, your teeth are within your lips), so as to minimise spillage. Like a sir.
What I find astounding are those people that don't stop at ONLY separating the food at the point roughly equalling a mouthful, but to smash their teeth against the crunchy food as if to motherfucking shatter the whole biscuit/chip/cracker/I don't give a fuck as long as its crunchy. And hopefully somewhere along in the process, some fragments might end up in their mouth (the primary concern was getting those dB's up). And hey, it works, because your jaw is kind of capable of producing the most force out of any body part. It is not impressive at all if your teeth (we have established your cookie destroying jaws were actually designed to bite stuff) are capable of shattering abovementioned foods, because it takes no skill at all. If it were logically possible, it takes negative skill. When babies grow up, they stop wasting food. I would be impressed, say, if you were 100 and you wanted to show off that somehow your teeth were still intact and capable of this. Fine. But we are not yet so old.
Plus it drops a shitload of crumbs. If this is at camps, this makes ourplanned gay orgy midnight walkabouts a lot more disgusting. We're barefoot. If its like at school or some shit, it's just uncomfortable watching people drop shattered food remains everywhere. On white shirts. It's unsightly.
It can't be the fact that you actually have food, because TI not A, and we are lucky enough to have access to food whenever we feel like. And if I can see you we're probably at recess or lunch, where everyone else has food anyway. Or maybe you're in class and you enjoy detentions or listening to threats of having to clean tables with your tongue. (I wonder if actually making someone do that is as illegal as we hope it is...)
If anything it shows off the fact you can substitute the primary source of aural annoyances (talking like an idiot) with your secondary sound-based weapon (chewing like a fish) because you can't even give us a break when you're stuffing your face.
So whatever point you're trying to make - we don't care.
A simple solution is to chew with your mouth closed - unless you practise it's really hard to make that clicking noise. Trust me I tried just then. You can trust yourself too because chances are you tried it just then too.
All hail the annoying cries: It's a baklava! It's a baklava! It's a tiramisu! It's a tiramisu! It's a creme brulee! It's a creme brulee!
There is only one reason that I can think of why a roomful of people wouldn't mind you naming stuff. That reason is: when they asked.
Like if we were at a camp, and then I was some distance behind a friend, and wondering what version of gruel we were being served, I would ask. And they would project their voice rearward, heralding (hope that is a word) the good news of "some chicken looking stuff with corn and papier mache. Dessert is some cake shit." They would not shout out "chicken breast schnitzel with a side of golden fried potato wedges, assorted vegetables, papier mache, and don't forget the delightful dessert of tiramisu!"
Because nobody gives a fuck if you can name food when it's at a volume slightly above conversation level. If your private conversation rolls that way, sure, go ahead. But for the rest of the room - did not ask, did not care. I'd give a fuck if you could name something interesting like species of unicorns. Yeah, why don't you name us some unicorn species. And only unicorn species. Pegasus is kinda pushing it.
Like they'd serve us something with a cool name at a fucking camp anyway. Except papier mache. That just rrrrolls off the tongue.
I kid, they wouldn't serve us papier mache.
Why put in glue when you can just as easily not? So it's just paper and water.
Just so you know, these are not necessarily observed from people at school. I could've seen these behaviours at Cadets, (family) social gatherings, or even at restaurants, and then attached it to a school environment so my target audience (you!) could relate =P
If you think you are the target of this, go through this model
1) It's probably not you. No offence is directed at anyone.
2) Stop insisting it's you, I maintain it's not.
3) For the last time it's very unlikely that it is you.
4) Okay it actually is you. Go hang yourself with your own intestines.
1. People who chomp their crunchy shit like they're fucking dinosaurs. rawr.
Like I know you can't avoid making a loud noise when eating crisps when they're already in your mouth. I forgive that. You cannot avoid that unless you suck on it, which defeats the whole purpose of the name "crisps". As well as "who the fuck likes soggy chips".What I find irksome is when you're eating something large(r than your mouth), like prawn crackers or certain Doritos. Now, usually when it's too big, you put your lips on it to absorb the shock, and make an incision with your teeth (obviously and hopefully, your teeth are within your lips), so as to minimise spillage. Like a sir.
What I find astounding are those people that don't stop at ONLY separating the food at the point roughly equalling a mouthful, but to smash their teeth against the crunchy food as if to motherfucking shatter the whole biscuit/chip/cracker/I don't give a fuck as long as its crunchy. And hopefully somewhere along in the process, some fragments might end up in their mouth (the primary concern was getting those dB's up). And hey, it works, because your jaw is kind of capable of producing the most force out of any body part. It is not impressive at all if your teeth (we have established your cookie destroying jaws were actually designed to bite stuff) are capable of shattering abovementioned foods, because it takes no skill at all. If it were logically possible, it takes negative skill. When babies grow up, they stop wasting food. I would be impressed, say, if you were 100 and you wanted to show off that somehow your teeth were still intact and capable of this. Fine. But we are not yet so old.
Plus it drops a shitload of crumbs. If this is at camps, this makes our
2. People who smack their lips while eating as if someone wanted an aural aid to count how many times they chew.
I can't describe the noise. You know when we tut at someone, and we kinda click the tongue against the roof of the mouth? Yeah, that noise. When you're eating, that is unnecessary. I think it's to demonstrate you're eating nice food. There's more effective ways of showing that off, like maybe people could passively pick up the smell of the delicious aromas. Maybe it looks delicious because you have some nicely marinated chicken and it's all glisteny and awesome looking. Or maybe you can shove it up your rectum and eat it afterwards to prove how even that does not tarnish its edibility - so powerful is the nice taste. Okay don't do the last one you'll probably get arrested for indecent exposure. I won't stop you from doing it at home, if that floats your boat.It can't be the fact that you actually have food, because TI not A, and we are lucky enough to have access to food whenever we feel like. And if I can see you we're probably at recess or lunch, where everyone else has food anyway. Or maybe you're in class and you enjoy detentions or listening to threats of having to clean tables with your tongue. (I wonder if actually making someone do that is as illegal as we hope it is...)
If anything it shows off the fact you can substitute the primary source of aural annoyances (talking like an idiot) with your secondary sound-based weapon (chewing like a fish) because you can't even give us a break when you're stuffing your face.
So whatever point you're trying to make - we don't care.
A simple solution is to chew with your mouth closed - unless you practise it's really hard to make that clicking noise. Trust me I tried just then. You can trust yourself too because chances are you tried it just then too.
3. People who have the intrinsic need to name foodstuff in hopes of being Carl Linnaeus v2 - Food Taxonomist
All hail the annoying cries: It's a baklava! It's a baklava! It's a tiramisu! It's a tiramisu! It's a creme brulee! It's a creme brulee!
There is only one reason that I can think of why a roomful of people wouldn't mind you naming stuff. That reason is: when they asked.
Like if we were at a camp, and then I was some distance behind a friend, and wondering what version of gruel we were being served, I would ask. And they would project their voice rearward, heralding (hope that is a word) the good news of "some chicken looking stuff with corn and papier mache. Dessert is some cake shit." They would not shout out "chicken breast schnitzel with a side of golden fried potato wedges, assorted vegetables, papier mache, and don't forget the delightful dessert of tiramisu!"
Because nobody gives a fuck if you can name food when it's at a volume slightly above conversation level. If your private conversation rolls that way, sure, go ahead. But for the rest of the room - did not ask, did not care. I'd give a fuck if you could name something interesting like species of unicorns. Yeah, why don't you name us some unicorn species. And only unicorn species. Pegasus is kinda pushing it.
Like they'd serve us something with a cool name at a fucking camp anyway. Except papier mache. That just rrrrolls off the tongue.
I kid, they wouldn't serve us papier mache.
Why put in glue when you can just as easily not? So it's just paper and water.
Just so you know, these are not necessarily observed from people at school. I could've seen these behaviours at Cadets, (family) social gatherings, or even at restaurants, and then attached it to a school environment so my target audience (you!) could relate =P
If you think you are the target of this, go through this model
1) It's probably not you. No offence is directed at anyone.
2) Stop insisting it's you, I maintain it's not.
3) For the last time it's very unlikely that it is you.
4) Okay it actually is you. Go hang yourself with your own intestines.
social dilemmas
I have a couple of social dilemmas that I want to share with you and I don't want to Formspring because there are retards who either like misinterpreting information or actually do not make logical deductions :L
1) When you get a gift that you don't really need.
I think there are a couple of factors that come together
a. What relation this person is to you
b. The cost of the present
c. On what occasion this present was gifted to you.
What brought this up was that my cousin + her boyfriend brought/bought (both apply omfg!) iPod nanos for me and my brother. As you may know, I own an iPod touch 3 and now an iPhone. My brother has a iPod touch 4.
If we were by ourselves, we woud never gawk at a Nano on display and say "WE NEED THIS" because an iPod touch can do everything a Nano can except "be small".
But seeing as they're like the only Gen Y's in our area of extended family with which we interact with, option a. is greatly filled. Next, an iPod nano in China costs... 900RMB? Which comes in between 50-100 hours of work for an average wage. But it's okay I think my cousin's boyfriend comes from a very affluent family. There is also the added factor that they brought it all the way from China, and that they'll be spending time with us and it'd be awkies if they just remained unopened.
For this particular conundrum, we started off by giving thankyou's profusely like all Asian kids to are forced to by their parents. I did indeed open it, and found its pedometer function quite fun in a trivial way. It's amazingly accurate. And I like how the interface is still so slick even though its screen is stupidly small and still touch. Plus it's like <30g which is very convenient. The clip is good for being a poser.
2) Being a guest and trying to help
Nextly - as houseguests, how do you help? It's a weird topic. How much should you do, when do you start, and how do you insist?
It's customary(?) to offer to help around the house as a guest. Think for Asians it's respectable to steal the jobs from under their noses to prove how willing you are to be a maid[citation needed].
This isn't something that applies to our household but it's a more compelling sccenario than anything I can recall anecdotally - let's say as a houseguest you offer to do the dishes because you've been there a week already. So you wash it, use dishwashing liquid, and leave it on the rack to dry.
The hosts, however, out of habit, prefer that you use the towel to wipe down the plates before you put them on the rack. There is no disadvantage of air-drying, but out of sheer habit the hosts feel uncomfortable seeing the plates slowly drip into the sink.
It's weird to say "thanks for doing the dishes, but please wipe them down", because you didn't ask them to do it, they did it out of good intentions. It's also weird to go in afterwards and do it yourself, as if to mock their work.
The only solution is to steal the job from their noses again, under the guise of "you're the guest, you're not working", as opposed to "you cannot do this properly".
3) Being a houseguest and spotting a terrible habit.
Okay another quickly invented scenario - lets say at home I really need coasters because watermarks are hideous.
I, as a guest, am invited to a friend's new house. He has new furniture too! He invites me for a drink, pours me an ice-cold beverage, and sets it down on the table. No coasters are in sight. A bead of sweat trickles down my forehead as the condensation trickles down the glass. I ask for a coaster but he says he doesn't believe in them. I diligently wipe up my water ring after I am done, but notice that my friend does not. He leaves the water there. Horrible images of watermarks flash into my brain, but I bite my tongue - is it my place to criticise how he treats his own furniture?
Food for thought. I don't know if all these follow logical or grammatical sense, so please tell me. This was done late :L
1) When you get a gift that you don't really need.
I think there are a couple of factors that come together
a. What relation this person is to you
b. The cost of the present
c. On what occasion this present was gifted to you.
What brought this up was that my cousin + her boyfriend brought/bought (both apply omfg!) iPod nanos for me and my brother. As you may know, I own an iPod touch 3 and now an iPhone. My brother has a iPod touch 4.
If we were by ourselves, we woud never gawk at a Nano on display and say "WE NEED THIS" because an iPod touch can do everything a Nano can except "be small".
But seeing as they're like the only Gen Y's in our area of extended family with which we interact with, option a. is greatly filled. Next, an iPod nano in China costs... 900RMB? Which comes in between 50-100 hours of work for an average wage. But it's okay I think my cousin's boyfriend comes from a very affluent family. There is also the added factor that they brought it all the way from China, and that they'll be spending time with us and it'd be awkies if they just remained unopened.
For this particular conundrum, we started off by giving thankyou's profusely like all Asian kids to are forced to by their parents. I did indeed open it, and found its pedometer function quite fun in a trivial way. It's amazingly accurate. And I like how the interface is still so slick even though its screen is stupidly small and still touch. Plus it's like <30g which is very convenient. The clip is good for being a poser.
2) Being a guest and trying to help
Nextly - as houseguests, how do you help? It's a weird topic. How much should you do, when do you start, and how do you insist?
It's customary(?) to offer to help around the house as a guest. Think for Asians it's respectable to steal the jobs from under their noses to prove how willing you are to be a maid[citation needed].
This isn't something that applies to our household but it's a more compelling sccenario than anything I can recall anecdotally - let's say as a houseguest you offer to do the dishes because you've been there a week already. So you wash it, use dishwashing liquid, and leave it on the rack to dry.
The hosts, however, out of habit, prefer that you use the towel to wipe down the plates before you put them on the rack. There is no disadvantage of air-drying, but out of sheer habit the hosts feel uncomfortable seeing the plates slowly drip into the sink.
It's weird to say "thanks for doing the dishes, but please wipe them down", because you didn't ask them to do it, they did it out of good intentions. It's also weird to go in afterwards and do it yourself, as if to mock their work.
The only solution is to steal the job from their noses again, under the guise of "you're the guest, you're not working", as opposed to "you cannot do this properly".
3) Being a houseguest and spotting a terrible habit.
Okay another quickly invented scenario - lets say at home I really need coasters because watermarks are hideous.
I, as a guest, am invited to a friend's new house. He has new furniture too! He invites me for a drink, pours me an ice-cold beverage, and sets it down on the table. No coasters are in sight. A bead of sweat trickles down my forehead as the condensation trickles down the glass. I ask for a coaster but he says he doesn't believe in them. I diligently wipe up my water ring after I am done, but notice that my friend does not. He leaves the water there. Horrible images of watermarks flash into my brain, but I bite my tongue - is it my place to criticise how he treats his own furniture?
Food for thought. I don't know if all these follow logical or grammatical sense, so please tell me. This was done late :L
hold my own and drive
I just went on the most hardcore drive I've ever been on, and probably won't encounter another in my 120h.
I drove to Macquarie. As you may be aware, the rain was pouring down in levels approaching "torrential". It was okay while I was driving towards Macq. While I was in there, there was this massive flash while I was driving around Macq Uni. I thought there was a speed camera (I was driving about 20k's in a shared zone because I swear to God nobody has the patience to drive at fucking 10k's in a shared zone. And 5k's in a shopping centre. What the ridiculous). So I was like "shit what was that". And then there's this motherfucking thunder that exploded and shook the car. So that was pretty fun.
The unfun part was driving in a swimming pool. Sorry it wasn't a swimming pool it was just lots of rain. Visibility was epic - I had a truck in front of me, and the lights from the truck dilated and started looking like red lights. I had to double check all the lights at each junction to make sure I was looking at an actual light. If there was around 10 red lights, I can assume I have to stop. If there were only 2 or 3, I am in the clear (Y).
As well as the traffic lights not being clear, headlights were also magnified to "supernova", and I followed (RUH I think)'s guide to not look at cars directly.
Something we take for granted - seeing the fucking lane lines - was a no go in this weather. Luckily Australia has reflectors on the road. But some times the government clearly did not care enough for some roads, and had to drive at 40-50km/h to a) see the lines b) steer within those lines.
In addition, the noise was fucking insane. Can't hear anything. Can't hear approaching cars and can't hear the clicking of the indicator lights. Changing lanes is retarded cos you can't see out the rear windows so I was lucky it was at night time where if I was not blinded by headlights, it means there's no-one in my blind spot (har har).
And 4WD's are fucking assholes in the rain :L. They go like 20k's faster than everyone else (which basically is the speed limit in an 80 zone) and sail through it while the other 2WD's look on enviously at their superior torque or traction whatever it is that stops them from sliding and hitting a pole. And dying.
In a hilly part near West Ryde there was a puddle at the valley. Needless to say I didn't slow down to a ridiculous 20km/h. However that did mean the car chassis impacting against the water created a nice tsunami for the opposing lane. Karma struck when later another car tsunami'd me. Out of instinct I turned my face away before realising that windscreens are a good invention for preventing drivers from going blind. I wonder how many times I need to have my windscreen splashed before my natural reaction to dodge water goes away. And how angry I will be in everyday life when I don't have a windshield and forgot to have a reaction to water flying at my face.
Woop it's raining again. I like that it dropped a couple degrees within 5 seconds of the rain hitting the ground. The air smells so fresh =D
I drove to Macquarie. As you may be aware, the rain was pouring down in levels approaching "torrential". It was okay while I was driving towards Macq. While I was in there, there was this massive flash while I was driving around Macq Uni. I thought there was a speed camera (I was driving about 20k's in a shared zone because I swear to God nobody has the patience to drive at fucking 10k's in a shared zone. And 5k's in a shopping centre. What the ridiculous). So I was like "shit what was that". And then there's this motherfucking thunder that exploded and shook the car. So that was pretty fun.
The unfun part was driving in a swimming pool. Sorry it wasn't a swimming pool it was just lots of rain. Visibility was epic - I had a truck in front of me, and the lights from the truck dilated and started looking like red lights. I had to double check all the lights at each junction to make sure I was looking at an actual light. If there was around 10 red lights, I can assume I have to stop. If there were only 2 or 3, I am in the clear (Y).
As well as the traffic lights not being clear, headlights were also magnified to "supernova", and I followed (RUH I think)'s guide to not look at cars directly.
Something we take for granted - seeing the fucking lane lines - was a no go in this weather. Luckily Australia has reflectors on the road. But some times the government clearly did not care enough for some roads, and had to drive at 40-50km/h to a) see the lines b) steer within those lines.
In addition, the noise was fucking insane. Can't hear anything. Can't hear approaching cars and can't hear the clicking of the indicator lights. Changing lanes is retarded cos you can't see out the rear windows so I was lucky it was at night time where if I was not blinded by headlights, it means there's no-one in my blind spot (har har).
And 4WD's are fucking assholes in the rain :L. They go like 20k's faster than everyone else (which basically is the speed limit in an 80 zone) and sail through it while the other 2WD's look on enviously at their superior torque or traction whatever it is that stops them from sliding and hitting a pole. And dying.
In a hilly part near West Ryde there was a puddle at the valley. Needless to say I didn't slow down to a ridiculous 20km/h. However that did mean the car chassis impacting against the water created a nice tsunami for the opposing lane. Karma struck when later another car tsunami'd me. Out of instinct I turned my face away before realising that windscreens are a good invention for preventing drivers from going blind. I wonder how many times I need to have my windscreen splashed before my natural reaction to dodge water goes away. And how angry I will be in everyday life when I don't have a windshield and forgot to have a reaction to water flying at my face.
Woop it's raining again. I like that it dropped a couple degrees within 5 seconds of the rain hitting the ground. The air smells so fresh =D
life sucks eh
On an unrelated note: I like it when I use Tripview and I just wait at a platform while the rest of the passengers go look at a timetable. And when they come back I'm like "What, didn't you know that?" =P
Went for a massive city trip today and I am tired. Spotted like 4 or 5 Starbucks in the city today.
Also the Centre Point Tower Westfield logo is ugly as fuck. One of Sydney's icons sold out =(
Also walked around the Opera House and couldn't tell what was the main entrance. Didn't find impressive double doors or anything =P. But there were some smaller door objects which could've been what I was looking for.
And I cbf posting anymore because it doesn't really interest anyone if I post about my day.
This was meant to be posted yesterday but I evidently didn't click publish. So here we are =P
annual 2011
Here are memories from Annual 2011
There is profuse swearing because that is how it happened. So if you are liable to offence then please save yourself while you still have sanity.
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Victor: What's the weather like for the trek?
Brian: I don't know, leave me alone!
Samuel: Hey what are you watching?
Brian: I'm reading a fucking blog post, get the fuck out!
~~~
(Freya blatantly eavesdropping on our convo from the seat behind)
(Pretending we weren't aware of her intrusion)
Jeff: Damn, I hope Freya's not listening to our conversation! She might get offended by what we're saying!
Brian: Yeah, it's pretty rude if she finds out that we FUCKING HATE HER
(I can't remember if Freya chimed out at this point)
~~~
Swearing battles
I have an audio file of our swearing battle (with Johnny just listening awkwardly, at like 11 at night)
But a golden call by Brian
Jeff: Did you just fucking fart?
Brian: No, fuck you!
Jeff: It looks like your mouth makes the same noises as your fucking asshole
Brian: When your shits take a shit, that sounds like what comes out of your fucking mouth.
Jeff: So like, no noise, you fuck?
...
Brian: I fucking wish.
Jeff: Good game, dear gentleman. I concede defeat.
~~~
In barracks phase we met Sammy Lucky - the orphan boy who had no clothes and had to wear Tree's clothes.
I have the audio file on my phone, but I will transcribe it here.
Jeff: Right, tell us the story of the immigrant orphan child.
Tree: What we have here is a boy named Sammy Lucky, who is an immigrant orphan from Vietnam, here to experience the Australian culture of bushwalking.
Jeff: So how did he come about to be... an orphan?
Tree: His parents died in a manufacturing accident when they worked at the braces factory. This is why [Sammy] has braces.
Jeff (To Sammy): So you have free braces for life. What do you think about this?
Samuel Sammy Lucky (idiot accent): Extremely good, man!
Jeff: How do you like your cupcake?
Sammmy Lucky: First time taste the sugar(?) in two year, bro!
Jeff: Do you need vegetables in your life?
Sammy Lucky: No need - what is vegetable?
Jeff: What does your diet consist of?
Sammy Lucky: Meat only. Very good.
Tree: This boy has not tasted fresh water in the last twenty years. He's actually 26. While he may look like he's going through puberty, due to the lack of food in his poor impoverished state, he has not grown.
Jeff: Excellent, thankyou very much for this story of Sammy Lucky.
~~~
Sammy Lucky's first first world problem: I don't think I can finish my hundreds and thousands cupcake - hate life.
(Shit, too much food! Life is the shits)
~~~
ABC Triangle Game. Let's just leave it at that.
~~~
This next conversation - it was between me and Brian. However, I can't remember who said what, so I'll just use 1 and 2
1: I should leave my phone in my sleeping bad so it doesn't fall off my second bunk
2: Next to your penis.
1: Yes, so when I get a text I am happy in two ways
2: Killing two birds with one stone.
1: How bout I kill your two stone with one bird?! *falcon punch*
~~~
The story of the bottle from the pits of hell.
We wrote a complete horror story in Amanda's memory book thing. But the synopsis goes as such.
Brian and Tree were playing with a 2L water bottle. They opened the lid and instead of water *dun dun dun* it was SAND OF PURE EVIL.
Jeff, being a reckless fool, bent down and touched the sand. In an instant, he was gone!
The 2L bottle suddenly gained weight, as if it were filled again. Brian and Tree looked inside the bottle, and JEFF'S EYE WAS STARING BACK.
The sand was not sand. IT WAS DECOMPOSED HUMAN REMAINS OMFG.
Tree carried the bottle for the next few days for some reason or another. And one day it is randomly split open!
Demons started crawling up the cliff faces, searching for a soul to eat.
A sacrificial lamb (unnamed) is ... sacrificed and the demons have settled the debt.
THE unfulfilling END.
~~~
This is a random piece of netting in Brian's tent. We had no idea what it was for. Brian theorised that it was to trap bugs or moisture. I theorised that it was a crucial component in defending against abduction beams from UFO's. I called it an Abductor Reductor.
This was closer to the mark than expected, as installing this required putting the body in such an angle that your abs get quite a workout. Here are a couple of pictures Brian took of me installing the abductor reductor.
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EDIT:
Here's more stuff that should be remembered
Tree: I'm going to buy Apple when I grow up and call it Apple Tree?
Me: So we're putting our last names after companies, are we? I'm gonna buy Microsoft and call it Microsoft Wang *pun master*
Also in Big 2 we must never forget the effectiveness of the Sicilian Opening LOL.
~~~
Now have some pretty pictures =) (in 8mp glory, of course)
There is profuse swearing because that is how it happened. So if you are liable to offence then please save yourself while you still have sanity.
~~~
Victor: What's the weather like for the trek?
Brian: I don't know, leave me alone!
Samuel: Hey what are you watching?
Brian: I'm reading a fucking blog post, get the fuck out!
~~~
(Freya blatantly eavesdropping on our convo from the seat behind)
(Pretending we weren't aware of her intrusion)
Jeff: Damn, I hope Freya's not listening to our conversation! She might get offended by what we're saying!
Brian: Yeah, it's pretty rude if she finds out that we FUCKING HATE HER
(I can't remember if Freya chimed out at this point)
~~~
Swearing battles
I have an audio file of our swearing battle (with Johnny just listening awkwardly, at like 11 at night)
But a golden call by Brian
Jeff: Did you just fucking fart?
Brian: No, fuck you!
Jeff: It looks like your mouth makes the same noises as your fucking asshole
Brian: When your shits take a shit, that sounds like what comes out of your fucking mouth.
Jeff: So like, no noise, you fuck?
...
Brian: I fucking wish.
Jeff: Good game, dear gentleman. I concede defeat.
~~~
In barracks phase we met Sammy Lucky - the orphan boy who had no clothes and had to wear Tree's clothes.
I have the audio file on my phone, but I will transcribe it here.
Jeff: Right, tell us the story of the immigrant orphan child.
Tree: What we have here is a boy named Sammy Lucky, who is an immigrant orphan from Vietnam, here to experience the Australian culture of bushwalking.
Jeff: So how did he come about to be... an orphan?
Tree: His parents died in a manufacturing accident when they worked at the braces factory. This is why [Sammy] has braces.
Jeff (To Sammy): So you have free braces for life. What do you think about this?
Jeff: How do you like your cupcake?
Sammmy Lucky: First time taste the sugar(?) in two year, bro!
Jeff: Do you need vegetables in your life?
Sammy Lucky: No need - what is vegetable?
Jeff: What does your diet consist of?
Sammy Lucky: Meat only. Very good.
Tree: This boy has not tasted fresh water in the last twenty years. He's actually 26. While he may look like he's going through puberty, due to the lack of food in his poor impoverished state, he has not grown.
Jeff: Excellent, thankyou very much for this story of Sammy Lucky.
~~~
Sammy Lucky's first first world problem: I don't think I can finish my hundreds and thousands cupcake - hate life.
(Shit, too much food! Life is the shits)
~~~
ABC Triangle Game. Let's just leave it at that.
~~~
This next conversation - it was between me and Brian. However, I can't remember who said what, so I'll just use 1 and 2
1: I should leave my phone in my sleeping bad so it doesn't fall off my second bunk
2: Next to your penis.
1: Yes, so when I get a text I am happy in two ways
2: Killing two birds with one stone.
1: How bout I kill your two stone with one bird?! *falcon punch*
~~~
The story of the bottle from the pits of hell.
We wrote a complete horror story in Amanda's memory book thing. But the synopsis goes as such.
Brian and Tree were playing with a 2L water bottle. They opened the lid and instead of water *dun dun dun* it was SAND OF PURE EVIL.
Jeff, being a reckless fool, bent down and touched the sand. In an instant, he was gone!
The 2L bottle suddenly gained weight, as if it were filled again. Brian and Tree looked inside the bottle, and JEFF'S EYE WAS STARING BACK.
The sand was not sand. IT WAS DECOMPOSED HUMAN REMAINS OMFG.
Tree carried the bottle for the next few days for some reason or another. And one day it is randomly split open!
Demons started crawling up the cliff faces, searching for a soul to eat.
A sacrificial lamb (unnamed) is ... sacrificed and the demons have settled the debt.
THE unfulfilling END.
~~~
This is a random piece of netting in Brian's tent. We had no idea what it was for. Brian theorised that it was to trap bugs or moisture. I theorised that it was a crucial component in defending against abduction beams from UFO's. I called it an Abductor Reductor.
This was closer to the mark than expected, as installing this required putting the body in such an angle that your abs get quite a workout. Here are a couple of pictures Brian took of me installing the abductor reductor.
EDIT:
Here's more stuff that should be remembered
Tree: I'm going to buy Apple when I grow up and call it Apple Tree?
Me: So we're putting our last names after companies, are we? I'm gonna buy Microsoft and call it Microsoft Wang *pun master*
Also in Big 2 we must never forget the effectiveness of the Sicilian Opening LOL.
~~~
Now have some pretty pictures =) (in 8mp glory, of course)
fucking deep
And so I celebrate my first stupid photo + filter + helvetica creation:
Behold, in 8mp glory,
=P
And a special rage comic to someone who does not 9gag:
"Creation" by Tom, Max, Tree, Saj, Freya, Jeff =P
Found on the vote page at:
http://9gag.com/gag/930264
That was simultaneously the most retarded and most awesome cake I have ever eaten.
Some quotes that cannot be forgotten:
So much fun creating thatpile of icing epic cake =)
Behold, in 8mp glory,
=P
And a special rage comic to someone who does not 9gag:
Found on the vote page at:
http://9gag.com/gag/930264
That was simultaneously the most retarded and most awesome cake I have ever eaten.
Some quotes that cannot be forgotten:
Max: DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS
Michael: IT'S A LAIR!
Samuel: You almost sliced my face off.
Everyone: I ATE SOME MINERALS. WHAT IS THIS SHIT.
Samuel: Fuck, I ate the hidden warheads *proceeds to die*
So much fun creating that
day at the beach
Beach was pretty fun =)
Would've been epicer with all of meatloaf there though =(. But it was too cold to do actual beachy shit, so we played vortex and a little beach cricket and some scrubs lost Ben Zhu's frisbee and boomerang.
Then we went to Sandbar to chill with the year 12's. Then went to have fish and chips. Then came back and snapped a couple of pictures =P
I then became obsessed with the perfect tumblr photo of the general sad message of "we like love but it sucks quite a bit"
It took a good 30 mins because at first, my first concept was to make two sets of footprints, mine and a girl's. However, it's really difficult to get a nice footprint on the wet sand (or at least a part of wet sand that the waves look likely to hit again)
With Eileen's help (she was being a genius that day - and that day ONLY mind you xP), she suggested we just write a message in the sand.
So in the cheesiest way imaginable, I wrote "I love you". Apparently I draw nice hearts LOL
So I sat and waited for ages because sand that is too wet doesn't write nicely, and sand that is too dry means that waves don't ever hit it.
So I Googled Helvetica and found out it was expensive as fuck, so I found an almost-but-not-quite alternative. FUCK THE SYSTEM. I'm doing my own shit xP
And one last one, for your viewing pleasure - This picture is in full 8mp glory, so enjoy fullscreen 8D
I hope you guys realise the captions have nothing to do with anything, let alone with the people I'm taking piccies of :L
This is all for fun.
Addendum:
Yeah you guys are all fucked. I am now hipster level 99 xP
Would've been epicer with all of meatloaf there though =(. But it was too cold to do actual beachy shit, so we played vortex and a little beach cricket and some scrubs lost Ben Zhu's frisbee and boomerang.
Then we went to Sandbar to chill with the year 12's. Then went to have fish and chips. Then came back and snapped a couple of pictures =P
I then became obsessed with the perfect tumblr photo of the general sad message of "we like love but it sucks quite a bit"
It took a good 30 mins because at first, my first concept was to make two sets of footprints, mine and a girl's. However, it's really difficult to get a nice footprint on the wet sand (or at least a part of wet sand that the waves look likely to hit again)
With Eileen's help (she was being a genius that day - and that day ONLY mind you xP), she suggested we just write a message in the sand.
So in the cheesiest way imaginable, I wrote "I love you". Apparently I draw nice hearts LOL
So I sat and waited for ages because sand that is too wet doesn't write nicely, and sand that is too dry means that waves don't ever hit it.
So I Googled Helvetica and found out it was expensive as fuck, so I found an almost-but-not-quite alternative. FUCK THE SYSTEM. I'm doing my own shit xP
And one last one, for your viewing pleasure - This picture is in full 8mp glory, so enjoy fullscreen 8D
I hope you guys realise the captions have nothing to do with anything, let alone with the people I'm taking piccies of :L
This is all for fun.
Addendum:
Yeah you guys are all fucked. I am now hipster level 99 xP
love
You'd think a flash game with spinning squares would be rather lame.
But I found this game on Kongregate while earning the Badge of the Day - this game is really clever, and the symbolism is pretty awesome. You have to watch the tutorial to get the full effect of the metaphor, but I enjoyed its wit thoroughly.
Here is the link to the game, Love.
But I found this game on Kongregate while earning the Badge of the Day - this game is really clever, and the symbolism is pretty awesome. You have to watch the tutorial to get the full effect of the metaphor, but I enjoyed its wit thoroughly.
Here is the link to the game, Love.
thoughts
1) Anticipation is more powerful than satisfaction. We are born to take things for granted.
I can always count down how many days till stuff like birthdays, holidays, exams. So usually I know the date - ("only 2 weeks till ag, must be the 10th!"). But keeping track after? Holy shit never happens. Third day after Ag I was just like "herp derp time to use a calendar app"
2) It's nice when people take pictures of the board in class, and then send it to people on their table. Nobody asked for it but it's a nice gesture =) Make me de smile.
3) I am saddened by people with expensive technology who use it as if they had cheap technology. Smartphones and DSLR cameras are the worst offenders.
4) A quote from Kurt Cobain: "I'd rather be hated for who I am than to be loved for who I'm not."
5) Worrying about girls at our age is like juniors worrying about their exams - hold your horses, this aint the real shit yet.
6) New song when I was randomly inspired today - this is far from perfect playing, but at least it gets the idea down xP. Will refine it when I've written the whole song. It's called "Fuck It All". As an extension from point 5, we may think we have problems but we really don't. I like to think of it as a song for teen angst :L
Fuck It All by jwhero
7) My newest neighbours listen to nice music. Today they're listening to Letterbomb - Green Day. Before they've played Nirvana and Muse. Am quite the impress. Unfortunately they sing along and that makes it not so good.
I can always count down how many days till stuff like birthdays, holidays, exams. So usually I know the date - ("only 2 weeks till ag, must be the 10th!"). But keeping track after? Holy shit never happens. Third day after Ag I was just like "herp derp time to use a calendar app"
2) It's nice when people take pictures of the board in class, and then send it to people on their table. Nobody asked for it but it's a nice gesture =) Make me de smile.
3) I am saddened by people with expensive technology who use it as if they had cheap technology. Smartphones and DSLR cameras are the worst offenders.
4) A quote from Kurt Cobain: "I'd rather be hated for who I am than to be loved for who I'm not."
5) Worrying about girls at our age is like juniors worrying about their exams - hold your horses, this aint the real shit yet.
6) New song when I was randomly inspired today - this is far from perfect playing, but at least it gets the idea down xP. Will refine it when I've written the whole song. It's called "Fuck It All". As an extension from point 5, we may think we have problems but we really don't. I like to think of it as a song for teen angst :L
Fuck It All by jwhero
7) My newest neighbours listen to nice music. Today they're listening to Letterbomb - Green Day. Before they've played Nirvana and Muse. Am quite the impress. Unfortunately they sing along and that makes it not so good.
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