Law
Today, I witnessed something that defied laws. And it occured during my law lecture.
As I was seated down in my lecture theatre, I was suddenly surrounded by obnoxious fumes that seem to have originated from a guy sitting in front of me. No, it wasn't his body odour, but it's almost as bad. It was his perfume (didn't smell like guys' cologne to me).
A single whiff from his perfume jolted my five senses to maximum alert. The smell was very strong. I think 1 ppm (part per million) can be detected by anyone within a 5 metres radius. I put up with it as I believed that the smell will eventually diffuse away.
Recall: Diffusion is the movement of particles from a region of high density to a region of low density. It occurs naturally.
On the contrary, whiffs of his perfume kept surging through my nostrils. It wasn't so bad if the smell was not so strong. I asked Lishuang (who sat behind the stinking guy and to my right) if she could smell him. She replied that she was feeling nauseous. Cheryl who was sitting on my left couldn't detect anything. Maybe she has lost her sense of smell, but still I envy her.
For the remainder of the 3 and a half hour long lecture, Lishuang and I were continuously assaulted by this chemical warfare agent. The smell kept coming and disappearing and reappearing. It was like how scientists described photons - they seem to behave like particles that move in discrete packets. I wonder where he managed to find perfume whose particles behave according to the law of quantum physics. Not only that, the smell never got weaker (hence further proving that it obeys quantum physics and not diffusion). He reminds me of the automated air-freshener in the school toilets that eject perfume into the air once every few minutes.
More than an hour into the lecture, Lishuang seemed to have lost the ability to comprehend the lecturer's words and wasn't able to think at all. The poor girl. Poor me too. I can feel tumours popping out from within my lungs.
I think I'll form a contract with Patrick and Mingwei. They agreed to provide me with a laser pointer for pointing to a certain person (who likes to ask a lot of questions during law lecture and as a result, slow down the pace of the syllabus) so that they can send a hail of artillery shells raining on him. I'll tell them I'll accept this job only if they agree to rain artillery fire on whoever else I point at as well.
Offer, consideration, acceptance and there we have it: a contract!
The flame of hope that burns in the heart can only be extinguished by the mind
- Tengkia
As I was seated down in my lecture theatre, I was suddenly surrounded by obnoxious fumes that seem to have originated from a guy sitting in front of me. No, it wasn't his body odour, but it's almost as bad. It was his perfume (didn't smell like guys' cologne to me).
A single whiff from his perfume jolted my five senses to maximum alert. The smell was very strong. I think 1 ppm (part per million) can be detected by anyone within a 5 metres radius. I put up with it as I believed that the smell will eventually diffuse away.
Recall: Diffusion is the movement of particles from a region of high density to a region of low density. It occurs naturally.
On the contrary, whiffs of his perfume kept surging through my nostrils. It wasn't so bad if the smell was not so strong. I asked Lishuang (who sat behind the stinking guy and to my right) if she could smell him. She replied that she was feeling nauseous. Cheryl who was sitting on my left couldn't detect anything. Maybe she has lost her sense of smell, but still I envy her.
For the remainder of the 3 and a half hour long lecture, Lishuang and I were continuously assaulted by this chemical warfare agent. The smell kept coming and disappearing and reappearing. It was like how scientists described photons - they seem to behave like particles that move in discrete packets. I wonder where he managed to find perfume whose particles behave according to the law of quantum physics. Not only that, the smell never got weaker (hence further proving that it obeys quantum physics and not diffusion). He reminds me of the automated air-freshener in the school toilets that eject perfume into the air once every few minutes.
More than an hour into the lecture, Lishuang seemed to have lost the ability to comprehend the lecturer's words and wasn't able to think at all. The poor girl. Poor me too. I can feel tumours popping out from within my lungs.
I think I'll form a contract with Patrick and Mingwei. They agreed to provide me with a laser pointer for pointing to a certain person (who likes to ask a lot of questions during law lecture and as a result, slow down the pace of the syllabus) so that they can send a hail of artillery shells raining on him. I'll tell them I'll accept this job only if they agree to rain artillery fire on whoever else I point at as well.
Offer, consideration, acceptance and there we have it: a contract!
The flame of hope that burns in the heart can only be extinguished by the mind
- Tengkia
posted by Tengkia | 7:05 pm
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Your command of english language has been improving day by day... truly impressed by your ability to narrate such a simple incident like this with such flowery language peppered with scientific theories.
well done! mel
thank you thank you. firstly i would like to thank.....i think i did this in erin's blog already. shall not repeat it here =P
can't remember when was the last time anyone complimented my command of english before you did =)
haha... mel! i think you can be an arts student too le!!! *shakes hands*
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