Mirror, mirror on the wall, why are you so complicated?!

I stared solemnly at the mirror and then laid my eyes upon the physics book containing inexplicable mirror theories and look back at the mirror again frustratingly, scrutinizing every part of it, searching for anything that's relevant to that theory but in vain. Spending few hours of trying to understand this incomprehensible theory and accepting it instead of asking any further ridiculous questions is pretty arduous thing as curiosity aroused within me. Seeking help from several websites, i discovered that there are people who are actually confused between the real and virtual image formed on a curved mirror and for once, I felt I'm normal for being fatuous.


Oh, mirror, mirror, you're just a piece of reflective object that made from alloys with a piece of glass, serving the main purpose for beautiful young ladies to look at every second, inspecting their flawless skin, searching for any imperceptible blemish while for the guys, concave mirror is required whenever shaving is done but still it is consider superfluous as some guys want to emulate santa claus's beard except for the colour. And of course, mirrors are thoroughly honest. The MOST Trustworthy object ever that every single fact about an object that placed before it will be reflected without failure no matter how it was manipulated. Every spot of ugliness being reflected back to you, revealing what's concealing your eyes. The blindfold of mendacity that blinded the eyes from knowing the truth can be removed by placing a mirror. Alright, mirror of course can't be wholly reliable, I believe. The image formed on the curved mirror is either virtual or real?! So, if it's virtual, the mirror is not telling the truth of the object. DUH! I need practical explanation due to my lack of imagination skills. Someone please tell me where do I able to get a convex/concave mirror in order to observe the real object!!


Real object? I have got no inkling on what exactly it is. Based on my perception and understanding once I study that basic theory, I wonder if a person can actually touch the real image since it's real.
Oh no, It's getting really convoluted, as the discussion goes on. To me, I can't tell the difference of a virtual image formed on a plane mirror and a real image formed on a convex mirror when both images were juxtaposed. Pretty dumb eh?

This continuous frustration I am having due to the stupidity that augmented profoundly. The job of killing of my brain cells and paralyzing all my nerves continue to be active whenever any new theories are absorbed into my porous brain. With tears of misery flowed swiftly down my cheeks, I take a final glance at my Physics book, averting from the page of mirror theories with complicated ray diagrams. Waiting for my intelligence to increase.


xoxo
Eunice

I'M BACK AGAIN!

Firstly, again, million of apologies for fellow readers and friends who perpetually reminded and encouraged me to update new entries to continue the purpose of this blog -regalement of anecdotes. A breath of life finally breathed into the tiny, imperceptible nostrils of my lifeless blog after a long hiatus of being inactive, restore back the enthusiasm and excitement spilled on this page. Beams of bright sun rays penetrated through the clouds of gloominess shone the darkness within the dying blog giving hopes of revival urged me to continue writing on the wall of my page. A sudden feeling of sympathy towards my derelict blog, simply hard to resist, sending an impulse to my brain and fingers to start typing. It had been half a year (Thanks to Yi Lin's reminder) that I abandoned my blog in a terrible manner. Hence, I apologised to my blog which a silly but responsible act. This whole new evolution of the appearance and theme of my blog which you can observed from above accentuate more on the significance of Eunice's style and manner- which is quite exaggerating sometimes, bringing much controversy, I suppose.

SO, EUNICESQUE! Hope you guys love the eccentricity and madness of Eunice Chow in the next post!


xoxo
Eunice

Snipped The Mane

With my long, snake like length hair coiling my neck during my slumber that so capable of strangling me and I'll be charged for committing suicide or maybe cuffs will be fasten on my hair , escorted by a cop heading to the dilapidated and dank cell. Imagining thousand of thick but silky( the result of straightening treatment) strands of proteins with length longer than a pony's tail, tagging along all day, like a long rope glued to your scalp. My thick , beautiful yet irksome mane vex and infuriated me immensely and incessantly provoked me into drawing it to the edge of the scissors. Not that dramatic. In fact, my mum's car gotta use few milliliters or petrol to get me to the doorstep of the hair saloon. Familiar scent of the hair saloon greeted me.


And moments later, I found myself sat in front of the mirror that reflected the coward me. The effeminate male hairstylist which I believe that he's an amateur , that I'm so sceptical with his workmanship. The more intimidating is he's doing my hair. Bidding farewell to strands of my lustrous hair separated from the other part of them. I shift my glance at the hairstylist surreptitiously deciphering his expression, showing signs of exasperation while dealing with my stubborn hair that entwine each other. Due to that reason, entangled strands that irked him, I winced several times. Minutes later, after a few final touches on my hair, and eventually a mirror placed behind me, showing the view of my hair. I was astounded upon seeing them and was flabbergasted when my fingers feel half of my hair is gone. Feeling rather convinced on his proficiency and his masterpiece on my hair, mum had to fork out a few red notes for his remuneration. Taking a final gaze wistfully on the floor strewn with my hair, laying immobile gesturing a valediction with a quick, sparkling and invisible wink. A little wave from my heart released flying kisses to them. A poignant adieu.

Taking a last glance of my new look, rather pleased before beaming and smirking at the hairstylist.

THEN


NOW


Difference: More ventilation for my neck and shorter shower duration :)




Cheers
Eunice