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The fact that I went to Ala Moana instead of staying at Pearlridge was probably not the best idea. Then again, Pearls has all the locals, Alas and Waikele has the tourists, and not sure about any of the other malls, so I guess might as well go to the shops that are in town because SOME PEOPLE don't like coming to my side. Just like everyone else at Iolani...Haha. Moving on.So as I kept shopping (I didn't buy a truckload of crap, don't worry. I still had to take the bus so...:P), it dawned on me. I am a total weakling. During the last four or so hours of the trip, I obtained a 5 or 6 pound package from a well-known store. One that Brit Lit has corrupted even further, thanks to Dr. Webb. Metropark! Just jokes (darn it), it was um...just see the picture. Hey, at least I didn't get a giant bag or splurge so much that I received that giant red bag thing. I mean seriously, a lot of people actually went back in after buying probably hundreds of dollars of goods. Women. -_-
Physics came into my mind instantly as I lifted up the bag for the first time. The strings used as handles had tension to counteract the weight of the bag. Despite the fact that the tensions were less than the weight since there was 2 strings, the fact that I had to carry the bag with those little things with my fingers, or allow it to cut off my arm circulation didn't exactly make my day. So after a while, I carried it like how guys carry basketballs. Although the weight didn't change, the counteracting force was coming from my arms and my hip, allowing less of the force to squish my hands to bits.Holy snap, this is getting long. Why the hell do I have a blog this long about shopping? Must think of something less girly! Ugh, men of the family in their rooms, can't channel their testosterone fueled thoughts! That's good in many many many aspects. :P On the bright side, I have another gir shirt! (sorry to people christmas shopping for me...)
Yay for gir! Ew shopping like a total girl. Still can't believe how many Iolani students were at Alaz, and how many I saw repeatedly.
My throne from the evening all the way to the early morning every day. We got it around the start of the school year, but it's already dying. Poor thing...Anyway...Side note: I told you guys my books won't survive the year. One of my english books died. The one that we're currently using for the next couple of weeks T_T. And I now have a week to read Mayor of Casterbridge. I'm not even 1/4 done. :D:D:DThe chair has many concepts of physics. The coefficient of friction between its wheels and the carpet causes me to exert more effort to move, while if I were to randomly push myself to the tiled kitchen (a convenient 10 feet away), I'd have to be slightly more careful in my movements since friction would be less. If it wasn't for the five legs, the chair would be in a very unstable equilibrium (the center of mass being above the points of support), causing much stress to me whenever I am to shift my weight. Pretty sure I wouldn't buy a chair like that, especially if I'm going to have to sit in it for multiple hours of the night. There's uniform circular motion in the wheels and the chair (which is why I called it spinny). The force allowing them to stay in their path is friction directed radially inward. The weight of my torso pushing on the back of the chair causes torque, but not enough to make the chair lean back too far that I fall or it breaks.I could also talk about gravity and normal force, and a billion other little things, but I think I should save your guys' eyes from dying. This is the 10th post! Wow, I've been so busy that I didn't notice the amount of blogs we just did. Happy 10th post everyone!Yay for my soft spinny chair!
You know, just a little bit. It has only two settings when it's on-low and high. Either way, my fan looks like a scary accident waiting to happen. I think someone already did a blog about a fan, though...nevertheless! It's hard to NOT talk about it when it's about 10 feet away from me and the computer, looking menacing (and dusty). There's also a mouse dying in a mousetrap right next to it, but the fan is my main point. My father bought the fan around 8 years ago (but the year on it says 1995 O_o), which is probably why it's a screaming deathtrap...The wires are exposed, it's rusty, there's probably lead paint on them, and even on the low setting, the fan is fast. Yup, screaming metal deathtrap.It (I think) has uniform circular motion. If it wasn't for the fact that the blades are attached to each other with yet another piece of sharp metal (VERY secure on it), which in turn is attached to the motor in the back, the blades would eventually lose their grip, so to speak, on the motor and destroy anything in their path (tangent to their original circular path). That would mean it would either destroy the tv, the ceiling, the carpet, or my leg. There's friction between the metal and the motor, and the motor provides force for the blades to move, keeping the force directed radially inward. Centripetal acceleration in action!
I'm glad it's getting colder at night. I'm also glad for the metal bars surrounding the blades, which would PROBABLY keep them within in the case of an accident.
Yay for my leg staying intact!
(I think my paint skills are getting better! I love that i can actually make lines without free-handing it!)
When you're playing badminton, of course! I still don't get the point of hitting a bird around when you could just as easily hit a tennis ball or something. During PE, badminton was one of the activities that I could actually do without making a giant idiot of myself. It's certainly a lot easier that its tennis or volleyball counterparts. And a lot less painful than the latter sport (getting hit with a birdie in the face isn't exactly ice-worthy). Anyway, so as we continued playing, it occurred to me that major physics were involved in the game (only Physics people would really be aware of that right? :P) If the person hitting the birdie wasn't trying to spike it, the projectile moved in a parabolic motion, one that could probably be measured to ensure a correct return.
The birdie isn't exactly an ideal object to having a lot of velocity. The holes in its tail cause a lot of air resistance, and its light mass also can be caught by wind and taken off course. I guess that's why we play it in the gym. But it's always hilarious to see someone with a mean face hit the birdie as hard as they can only to have it travel slowly, almost pathetically, to the other side, making it even more sad when someone tiny spikes it to the ground after.Yay for a sport I can actually be good at!
I mean, I guess I COULD have went trick-or-treating or have gone to the Homecoming dance with friends, but with the upcoming deadlines on a couple of papers, I figured it was better to (try to) start/finish them before I had to stay up on Sunday night/Monday morning. Anyway...I was looking over a few paperback books for proof for one of those papers. I later put it down in order to do a little physics homework, placing my calculator on it. When I remembered to do my paper again, I lifted one side of the book in order to let the calculator off without me having to put the effort into lifting the calculator up and off. It slid off the book, and I was able to continue with my paper. Right now, the paper (actually both aren't yet, but I have time!) is still not done, and I needed to think of a blog topic, so my awesome calculator gets to be in the spotlight!The book is smooth in appearance, but the calculator has those little rubber thingies to keep it in place, or to keep the plastic from slamming on the table every time I put it down. Those little pieces created a little higher static friction coefficient than there would have been. Therefore, I had to pick up the book's side a little higher to get the calc off with the force of weight, which wasn't fun 'cuz once I lifted it up enough, the calc went on its side and slammed on the plasticness -_-' (and seeing as I used it for the blog, I had to reinact it. sorry, calcy!). There was still another factor to it not moving: the slightly trashed cover of my book. It's not THAT bad, but it added a little more bends that increased the static friction as well. My poor stuff never make it a week before they start getting bust up like mad.Boo for static friction sometimes...
