Sad Spec Story

oh yes, i forgot to mention the tragedy amongst the tragedies of Shakespeare.
so before anybody thinks that jet got into the great singapore sale and decide to splurge on the authumn collection, i state this disclaimer.
my spectacles gave way.

oh yes haha, you people (if any) probably are going to say, oh jet you study so much that your spectacles broke. hoho.haha.heehee. well, the physics claims the opposite.
my hypothesis is that always, and ALWAYS after feeling exasperated i would take off my spectacles and exert great force to fling it onto my table and go to bed.

so after a rumble thy belly full of lunch on saturday, plus a dose of uncooperative Hedda, the equation was formed. F = ma where F is the force required to break my spectacles and mass is something which i dont know and acceleration would be a coefficient times 9.8m/s squared.

so well, before i am able to regain clear sight, i have to put up with a pair of lopsided, dorky and inaccurate degree-ed pair of spectacles.

whoopee.