Beyond the Fuzzy Image

2009-05-08T18:03:00.011+08:00

STAR TREK

Reflections and thoughts (because I'm just too lazy to find out which paragraphs contain spoilers so I'm just going to label my whole reflection a SPOILER)

Star Trek is probably the only film I'm ever going to do a reflection on in my entire life. Reason being it's just too awesome to shut up about it. Star Trek singlehandedly overwrote LotR as the best film release on my list of great things and I don't think any other movie is ever going to displace Star Trek from now onwards (unless it's a sequel then omg). I won't be reserved to admit that Star Trek is the best film I have and will ever see. It's probably the best prequel and revival of any franchise and it deserves to be ranked among one of those extremely rare spikes in mankind's ingenuity and genius. No other film has made me sit fully erected for two whole consecutive hours and this is really saying a lot. This is also the first occasion where I walked out of a theater with a very satisfied feeling knowing that it was money well spent. Being unfamiliar with this somewhat novel sequence of emotions I could only succumb to the overwhelming profusion of joy and release one solitary tear.

Now because Star Trek is so awesome I'm going to do a minor content digression here and proclaim my establishment of Treks as my very own personal scale of film rating. The second most recent film I watched was X-Men Origins: Wolverine, and it was appalling. Probably somewhere at 0.06 Treks. Pathetic. Complete waste of money and attention. I shouldn't even have bothered staying conscious just to listen to Wolverine's shiny claws make metallic sounds against things. Transformers would probably stand at 0.15 Treks. LotR at 0.6 Treks. And that stupid vacuous Disney movie Race to Witch Mountain? -1 Trek. Once you watch Star Trek you'll have a general clue as to how atrocious that crap is. It's basically a matter of finding something shit enough that when watched with Star Trek, the net effect would be a complete neutralization of the content from both films. Or as a mathematician would say, that shit is the additive inverse of Star Trek.

Regression:
One of the most amazing things about the film is that the cinematography is shiny as hell. And by shiny I mean literally shiny. Take a look:

TEH GLAREZ MY EYES THE GOGGLES THEY DO NOTHING!!

I'm not saying that the lens flares are bad. As a matter of fact I like them more than any other aspect of the movie (with the exception of Leonard Nimoy's presence and the asplosive storyline of course). This movie has more lens flares than the total number of times you failed in life and it make the movie look realistic. It's great, vibrant and optimistic. Perfectly in line with Roddenberry's message when he first conceived the embryonic idea of Star Trek. I love lens flares but apparently there's a big bunch of morons out there whining about it (prime example of unnecessary whining). Even our eyes perceive glare. So I don't see why a bunch of idiotic people are crying over this trivial cinematographic feature when it makes the film much better and flashier. It's cool and it makes the movie kick ass. It's awesome and if you can't live with it go stick screwdrivers into your eyes and kill yourself.

And then there's also the action, which is so remarkably awesome that you can just die of excitement (or in my case, cry helplessly as the drama overstimulates every sense organ in your body). This movie has no static shots at all which is extremely new to the Star Trek movie franchise. In the past you usually have randomly interspliced shots of Kirk proclaiming his private log (Star Trek VI hint hint) which is just undeniably boring, although his logs tend to get him into trouble later which is when the action kicks in. Fine, but apart from that, it really drags things when you watch Kirk read a book or reflect on life in a prison bunk. This new movie has none of that idle content and more action. And by action I mean things like jumping off a shuttle from high above a planet's atmosphere until someone dies in the process (hint hint there's a redshirt involved) or ramming ships into a big ship from the future that has reduced your outer hull to smithereens. It's two full hours of pure saturated action. There's nothing like Star Trek XI.

In addition to having brain destroying action J.J. Abrams cranked up the asplosive factor by a hundredfold with his cinematographic prowess. Unlike the space battles in Star Trek II and Star Trek X (recall: Reliant versus Enterprise and the Scimitar versus Enterprise-E), the camera does not hover from a distance as you watch both ships reduce each other's hulls into unrecognizable lumps of pulverized things. In Star Trek the camera dives straight into the heart of the destruction itself. This means explosions happening everywhere and torpedoes heading right into your face. Plus the lens flares make the explosions much more spectacular. The first fifteen minutes of the film should give you a general impression of the quality of action for the rest of the film. It's just awesome.

Well last but not least there's the Enterprise herself. I really have to applaud the designers for fabricating a completely new design for the Enterprise that looks better than anything else in the whole franchise, and at the same time appear less advanced compared to the later ships in Star Trek (Voyager, Enterprise-D, Enterprise-E etc.). Well the original Enterprise from the TV series could not be helped though. The design was just atrocious (sorry Roddenberry). A few things of special note is the completely redesigned terminal user-interfaces (Okudagrams lulz) that look a trillion times better than Mac OS X (yes I mean it). The bridge was lit with a lot of halogen lights (surprise surprise lens flare) and it had a lot of white and glass elements (very awesome resemblance to Apple stores). The thing about the bridge that caught my attention was the main viewer which was actually a double layered glass bulkhead that lead into open space. There is one very notable scene (also involving J.J. Abrams' trademark perspective shifting camerawork) where the camera zooms out from an apparent shot of the bridge crew from the front, only to extend out into outer space, showing that the bridge was actually seen through the glass main viewer from the outside. If you didn't parse that sentence properly never mind. Just watch the movie.

Not only was the bridge spectacular, engineering was amazing. You could feel the vastness of the engine rooms in one scene where Scotty had to traverse a section of engineering due to an accident which got him into a man-sized pipe. Even though the engine room looks remarkably like a wine processing facility (well the shooting took place in an actual wine processing facility) the lights and excess skeletal piping made it seem like a real engine room with steam and metallic catwalks sprawled everywhere. The shuttlebay was a real shuttlebay. It wasn't some one story shuttle parking zone it was big and large. With people bustling everywhere and huge trunk-like pylons defining the rough outline of the hanger you really feel as if the place was huge. Even the shuttlebay and engineering sections of the Kelvin was appreciably realistic.
A few things before I embark on a complete spoilage of your experience of Star Trek if you read any further.
Costumes were amazingly cool (despite the TV series one being totally gay) and the Vulcan architecture is amazing. If you've seen the original primary coloured starfleet uniforms worn on TV then you'll know how unnatural and ugly it was and it's a really neat trick when you manage to pull some brilliance out of it and morph it into something that actually looks fashionable.

DEFINITELY SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT
I'm going to regurgitate the whole film now.

LENS FLARE LOL

Ok. So, the first scene is a close up shot of the USS Kelvin's hull rapidly passing by as the ship heads towards a "lightning storm". It's a space shot, so that means tons of lens flares. Yes it's already that brilliant from the first shot onwards. Anyway throughout that shot we hear busy radio traffic which gives you the feeling that something big is about to happen. The next few scenes show the captain Robau walking onto the bridge giving orders to polarize the main viewer (this means that the main viewer is actually a glass window or something which is actually a novel concept behind main viewers never seen before in Star Trek). Before polarizing the main viewer was all shiny and bright (surprise surprise lens flare) and then it became dark and all futuristic with superimposed data readouts on the edges after polarizing. Something big eventually does happen as it turns out that the "electrical storm" is a white hole which subsequently regurgitates a gigantic Romulan ship reminiscent of the Scimitar from Star Trek X. Guess what happens? Yes it gets rammed into just like the scene in Star Trek X. In this movie it gets rammed into twice. The Romulan ship is a mining vessel known as the Narada. So what happens after the Narada emerges is that it jumps into a psychotic shooting frenzy at the Kelvin. The fact that the torpedoes shot by the Narada are fully autonomic target-seeking missiles gives you a clue as to when and where the mysterious ship came from. The first few shots hit the Kelvin right on target, ripping off chunks of hull. Once the Kelvin realises that the Narada isn't there to talk she charges up her phaser banks and saucer disruptors. Amazingly these 23rd century laser guns neutralize 24th century bombs really well. Later in the film there is a scene where the Enterprise completely destroys every single reserved torpedo the Narada fires. But eventually some of the torpedoes do punch through the Kelvin's defensive wall of laser fire and pulverize big sections of the hull. One very notable scene is a shot of a corridor being blown out into space. There is a redshirt (I think) crewman in it and she dies as expected. The corridor bulkhead disintegrates in a fireball and the redshirt gets sucked out into the chaotic region of space beyond, filled with hull debris floating in the midst of scene splicing disruptor beams. That scene serves as a milestone in Trek history because it is the first time any Star Trek movie depicts the emptiness of space with silence. That is not to say that the rest of the space shots in the movie are all silent scenes. J.J. Abrams did some amazing directing and placed the silent scenes at the right time. There are still scenes with the classic pre-warp flight hum and most space battle scenes contain the trademark cacophony of weapons fire. That scene was notable for the harrowing scream by the redshirt as it suddenly got muted when the pressure in the corridor decompressed almost spontaneously.

Still in progress...

2009-05-02T10:31:00.001+08:00

STAR TREK

2009-04-15T20:28:00.003+08:00

Now that I am aware of an operative extension of the divergent sum 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + ...
I am going to determine 1^{2^{3^4⁵}...}

2009-04-12T21:49:00.001+08:00

2009-04-10T09:25:00.002+08:00

Time for win.

This ~~rant~~ post shall be an anomalous digression from my norm. I am doing my very best to detract from my usual habit of doing headless flaming lest an unintended person gets insulted. Or maybe not. On second thoughts, if you get insulted by my rants then you should take more heed to my constructive criticism. Not being able to differentiate the difference between things you should take serious and things that weren’t meant to be serious at all is a severe incapacitation of your brain. Usually, human beings possess an inborn ability to differentiate jokes from a serious statements although I admit sometimes my jokes can get too sophisticated for the average human mind to parse. In that case you are not obliged to comprehend my intellectual insights because you suck. No one is blaming you for being inferior to me but you still suck nonetheless.
Advice to everyone except myself: Being submissive to my superiority is the key to a self realization because it is important to see that your existence does have its own puny unique place along with everyone else in the grand working of the universe. The only exception to everyone else is me because I win.
Anyway as I was saying I am currently undergoing an agonizing internal struggle as to whether or not I should allow my instinctive nature to flow freely and be fully expressive. The problem is that I don’t think most people actually appreciate the constructive criticism I dish out from time to time, but rather they have been reacting quite adversely to what I’ve initially set out to effect.

Cue;
I’ve decided to order my stuff into sections so that readers don’t end up getting entangled in a thick web of my personal anecdotes and soliloquies.

RAGE
Today
Insights on this week
Ode to numbers

First thing on the list is RAGE. This is a RAGE section. There will be unnecessary profuse capitalization so if you so happen to be a capitalizwhatevergaycrapphobic then you should die because you’ll be missing out on the best part where I scream pointless shit in your face.
Vista just ate up ten shitting gigabytes of shitassed hard disk space on my PC. Shit. I just spent ten hours of effort reverting my system back to its original state from the grotesque monstrosity Vista turned it into and now it’s back to a shitting shitpile of shit once again. Shit. Why the shit must shit happen with windows vista. Microsoft you should all eat each others shit. Why do you capitalist mongrels love ripping off my money so much? And even if you guys succeed at ripping off my money you should still have a last shred of moral decency left to leave me out of this tormenting hellhole of a situation. What is the point that you morons are trying to get through here shitfaces? It’s not exactly my fault that you idiots have a pervasive reputation for making shit products with a six microsecond operability half life (note sophisticated pun on operability and operating system) so please don’t vex your premature frustration at your customer base. Just collapse your company and kill your imperialistic dominion over the software industry so that better people may usher in a new era of rulership by open source software which don’t suck as bad as your proprietary shit. I recommend stop attempting to diss Apple through your pathetic advertisements as a first step. It’s not exactly improving your awareness since most people have already heard of you guys being the big totalitarian shitbags of the silicon valley. Furthermore you idiots are making more enemies than Kim Jong Il in the Apple userbase which is definitely going to tarnish your already rusted reputation. Then other people will start asking what’s the big fuss all about with the ads and they realize that the Apple people are making a big fuss out of your pathetic discrimination of quality superiority and you inevitably give Apple free advertising. So you people don’t even use brains for a start, let alone develop functional software.

By the way I lied about the capitalization *laughs*.

Secondly I want to talk about today.
Today was speech day. As usual speech day sucked. Not receiving a prize sucks enough but the school forces attendance which makes me feel like regurgitating while I stone idly throughout the ceremony. One thing Hong Liang and I noticed about the prize recipients was that the school sucks at recognizing talent. This school is a narrow minded school which conforms to almost every other convention that a mainstream school does. So I don’t think this school should be known as a specialized school or whatever gayarsed fanciful names you idiotic Singaporeans love to give. Elitism is a flawed concept although I find communism even more flawed. Either ways concepts are flawed in general, including humanity. I shall cease digression here.
So screw this school. All that wellspring of life and joy and science and curiosity shit can die. Let’s take a look at the compelling evidence that perfectly describes the failure of the school as a specialized academy that seeks out true talent.
One.
Douglas is very obviously missing from the list. Case closed. Refutation is absurd and futile.
Two.
I feel that Ian should be given the due recognition he deserves for his talent at doing utterly incomprehensible organic synthesis on foolscap stacks. Ian is talented. The prize winners aren’t. These stupid people just win book vouchers for acing some dumbass modules which hardly encompass the whole field of chemistry. Even if Ian has punctuality and conformity issues he should still be valued as an invaluable addition to the school’s body of selected students.
Three.
Hong Liang isn’t there either. I know only a few people actually read this page and one of them is Hong Liang so I guess typing the previous line was somewhat blatant flattery but I don’t care. Comparing Hong Liang with those prize winners makes you want to facepalm. As I have said before in Ian’s case, these prize winners know negligible about their corresponding fields of study. No one does random shit as well as Hong Liang does and no one has surpassed Hong Liang’s research in series and sequences as far as I’m concerned anyway. This school is filled with unrecognized talents and only the idiots who are born with the ability to study efficiently win shit.
In conclusion, the school has failed. Fine.
Continuing on with my monologue, the whole speech day programme sucks. And as usual, boredom acts as a catalyst for imagination and creativity. Hong Liang was being substantially more creative than I was since he was doing mathematics until this douchebag whoeverheis teacher scolded him for exhibiting his prodigy. Then he had to stop. I wasn’t paying attention to the thing myself so technically I should be scolded too but I had the programme list in my hands so the teacher thought I was paying attention. As with the custom, I never listen to Dr. Hang’s monotonous soliloquies. They are the worst shit ever and his pronounced Singaporean accent makes me want to slit my own throat. I spent the rest of the ceremony scribbling insults all over both faces of my programme list which Shriram subsequently tore into two pieces.
After the lousy ceremony Utkarsh, Niel, Shriram, Chang Han, Zawadul, and I decided to head to Plaza Singapura to watch Knowing because it owns. Knowing is an apocalyptic movie which ends up with the entire planet dead by the end so it definitely has my approval. Those professional movie critics are just spouting bullshit. They can’t criticise for shit. Anyway, dao.

Insights on this week:
This week kind of sucks a lot. There’s two projects due next week for me and I have three chinese compositions to complete, WHICH I AM CURRENTLY LACKING THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF MOTIVATION TO APPROACH. Next monday is maths test on vector lines which is going to be easy as hell since maths is easy but I’m still studying for it anyway in case I get stricken by an unfortunate bout of brainjam during the test. Other than that I feel pretty unmotivated by almost everything else since COD4 doesn’t work properly with my dad’s new network configuration.
Also, I just realized how win Dead Space is after watching several achievement videos on youtube by accident. I’m not a huge fan of survival games and zombies and stuff but space horror is definitely worth it. Dead Space is space horror by the way in case you suck at inferring ideas. I love space horror because you die in space instead of earth and you don’t get remembered by people or get a proper burial and cremation and stuff. It’s great to be solitary and alone. Far away from civilization.

http://www.maa.org/editorial/euler/How%20Euler%20Did%20It%2032%20divergent%20series.pdf

2009-04-06T17:38:00.001+08:00

I now know why this sum is true. I am ready to face death.

2009-04-03T22:38:00.002+08:00

http://www.well.com/user/bryan/quartet.gif
Conventional musical notation should die. Seriously I can't differentiate two subsequent semitones without dying of a non-epileptic seizure with all these overlapping blotches and shit.

Believe or not we've been using this piece of shit notation to "express our intrinsic nature" for the past infinite centuries or so. Like what the hell. Everyone use your own notation. Beethoven and Mozart's preferred method of recording their emotions suck and you idiots should have enough common sense to realise that conforming to this convention isn't really self expression.

Morons. Everyone of you.

2009-03-31T20:32:00.003+08:00

THE GENERAL SUM

where (-1|k) is a Kronecker symbol

2009-03-28T21:50:00.013+08:00

revision 1.0 edited on 30032009

CHAPTER 1: UPDATES

First and foremost, an update:

This is a more harmonious form of the last two equations from the last post. Just in case you were wondering, the whole harmonious thing was my brilliant attempt at a mathematical pun. Laugh and find it funny. That's an order.

CHAPTER 2: THINGS

stanza intermission

Recently Hong Liang and I have been doing lots of π stuff. Read link.
Hong Liang has been a great assistance in my valiant conquest to rename the Riemann-Zeta function as the *Shaun-Zeta function.

*Now, I know that it's not the usual custom to name something after one's first name so technically, the Shaun-Zeta function is wrong (not that I actually care much about the rightness of attribution). But then again, if I were to use my surname in this case it would sound too orient (and by orient I mean stupid and weird).

CHAPTER 3: π²/32

Euler, as we all know, had too much free time on his hands and a bad excess of neurons. Just to compound a little more on Euler's reputation as the smartiest man to ever exist, Euler was calculating the orbit of the newly found Uranus on the day of his death. Literally, he died while calculating the orbit of Uranus. Euler also suffered from cataracts in both eyes in the later half of his life so the only way he could do calculations was in his head. No one would calculate the orbit of a planet mentally apart from Euler.
Now, Euler resolved the alternating sum of the reciprocal of odd cubes.

Euler probably did it blindfolded or something all for the sake of fun. Jerk.
Also, note that the alternating sum of odd reciprocals is known as the Dirichlet Beta function: β(n).
Therefore β(3) = π³/32.
I've spent countless hours brooding over this stupid sum and the closest I ever got to was this:

which is derived from squaring the Leibniz sum for arctangent 1.

Hong Liang devised a more ingenious method of calculating π³/32 which was to multiply π/4 by π²/8. My initial reaction to his discovery was a hand gesture akin to a facepalm, although calling it a facepalm wouldn't do it justice. Don't get me wrong Hong Liang's relation does not fail in any sense on the contrary it's one of the most beautiful equations I have ever encountered so far.

CHAPTER 4: ZYGOMYCOTA

Utilizing fundamental logic, I deduced that it would make far more sense to multiply two series of infinite products than two series of infinite sums. Thus the goal here is to multiply the infinite product that gives π/4 and π²/8 together. It is possible to express π²/8 in terms of the Euler product for the Zeta function.
This is the Euler product for the Zeta function.

where p denotes the domain containing all prime numbers

However, π/4 and π³/32 may not be expressed in terms of Euler's product since they are β(1) and β(3) respectively. So I decided to obtain the general product form for β(n) myself.
Using the same method Euler used to derive his product, it took me several hours to derive the infinite product form of

It didn't require any substantial amount of brain juice although the process was rather prone to errors. Hong Liang should know all about my suicidal tendencies when I made my first error in deriving the product.

CHAPTER 4.₅: CANTANKEROUS CARICATURE

I must say the satisfaction of coming up with an infinite product is extremely awesome. Infinite sums come up way more often than infinite products.

where p ≠ 2 is the domain containing all primes that are not 2
where i is the square root of -1

Alternatively the expression may be rephrased into

where p is the domain containing all primes congruent to -1 (mod 4)
where q is the domain containing all primes congruent to 1 (mod 4)

These results give rise to the relation

p ≡ -1 (mod 4)

Now compare with

Thus the extra product factor corrects the sum of the odd terms to yield the alternating sum of the odd terms.

CHAPTER 5: π

I shall now conclude this post with a grandiose expression of π which just sort of occurred to me yesterday evening. Partial credit belongs to yesterday's lecturer, whose insipid monologue acted as a catalyst for my wandering mind.

Now. If you know how to derive the relation between ζ(n) and the sum of the odd terms, then you might have a clue as to how this expression is derived:

The sequence behind the sign alternation can be found here: A034947

2009-03-16T18:41:00.022+08:00

Once in a while I get the unexplained impulse to compose literature.
Content quality aside I think I am doing pretty well at achieving my goal through this type stuff on the web thing, which is to relieve myself of intracranial pressure which has built up over the course of a few weeks in human civilization. However, there are times like this when I just impulsively vomit random nuggets of not so serious thought all over Google's servers. So don't expect some form of ordered argument or thesis statement in this post because I just love jumping from point to point like a spastic bastard. That's how I think. Most of the time there won't be words of wisdom peppered all over my incoherent stanzas but who knows, perhaps the quantum effects of certain particles might fatefully cause my fingers to impress certain keys in a certain order so that an unanticipated profound insight may just come into existence. Unlikely. But possible. Who knows?

After reviewing the web for some form of thing to ~~criticise~~ provide my insightful thoughts on, I have decided to do a reflection on Shriram's 27^th post regarding humanity's retarded obsession and misconception regarding fitness. Cue link.
http://citadelofnonsense.blogspot.com/

If you're hating me in your head by noticing that I provided a link instead of copying Shriram's block of text here then you are a normal human being. Read it yourself you lazy idiot it's only a click away.

Anyway (anyway)
I think Shriram's opinions are 100% accurate and just and the tone used is definitely fitting for human readers of such appalling inferiority. I believe that the point raised about exercising hails from supreme truth. Indeed most people merely exercise because the rest of society exercises. I am going to generalise that EVERYONE exercises because everyone else is doing the same; exertion does not genuinely make one feel good, be it by adrenaline, or endorphin rushes, or the deluded fact that one is actually developing a more desirable physique in the process. Seriously. I have never ever had the pleasure of running out of breath or secreting perspiration all over myself while dwindling my ATP reserves to a bare minimum all for the sake of more pronounced muscles. Look at Singaporeans. Everyone wants to be a bloody sportsman (I'm a sexist bastard so I'm not going to say sportswoman because that word simply does not exist in my vocabulary lolololol). I hate Singaporeans. They go around public in sports attire like FBTs and all sorts of sports apparel I feel like facepalming because they don't look fit to me. SINGAPOREANS ARE MORONS. GRRAARARLLLLL SOCIETY IS LIKE A PRISON I WANT OUT GRAAAALLLLAGR

reflections end here

Tomato soup is very nice. I love tomato soup it is win.

More insights:
Euler's limit definition of the natural logarithm might have not been rigorously proven by Euler himself but it is still true nonetheless. Euler was especially notable for his non rigorous assumptions in his mathematical works which most of the time lead to profound mathematical relations which solved a whole lot of problems in the mathematical community.

Euler overlooked division and multiplication by infinity and directly derived the inverse of the function which gives e^x at infinity;

Being myself I have been trying all sorts of ways to unify the alternating zeta function with the non alternating zeta function itself, which as we all know is this:

Note that the alternating zeta function is also known as the eta function (or the Dirichlet eta function if you're particular about such stuff).
Thus I attempted to calculate the alternating harmonic series from this eta function relation. It turns out that when you fit 1 into s you get 0 times ∞. Very bad. Undefined value becomes the natural logarithm of 2. Just to mention it ∞ - ∞ also equates to the natural logarithm of 2 when you try subtracting the even harmonic series from the odd harmonic series.
Subsequently Hong Liang pointed out this limit identity to me.

It isn't obvious when you first see it but after a few seconds of careful deliberation you begin to see the truth in it. This limit expression perfectly describes the nature of the harmonic series as a pole of the zeta function. It shows you that as long as the exponent of your reciprocals remain a minute value above 1 your sum converges to a finite value.
Being the definition of the harmonic series, one instinctively substitutes this identity into the eta function relation. This should technically provide the value of the alternating zeta function at 1 or the alternating harmonic series, but this time, in terms of a limit. Thus by substituting s by 1 + ¹/_n one gets

This works out to be true and it also turns out that by changing the 2 in the fraction to 3 one gets ln 3; likewise 4 implies ln 4, 5 implies ln 5, so and and so forth. Therefore the general term to this limit definition of the natural logarithm is

Now compare it with Euler's limit definition

(Your various epiphanies and revelations may ensue now)

Postscript: shoving -1 into Euler's function does produce iπ as a convergent as you increase n to infinity. I've manually tried it. Also you'll notice that if you do that for the function I derived off the zeta function and you group 1/x as one fraction being raised to 1/n and if you substitute -1 into x, you'll get negative iπ. 1/(-1) is -1 so what you have is 1 - (-1)^something rather than (-1)^something - 1. It's the same as putting negative sign in front of Euler's natural logarithm function. Which is why I have to stress that the real value of the zeta function derived natural logarithm function is actually -ln (1/x), which is not the same as ln x (even though you thought you could use that power property which the laws of logarithm inherently allow it's actually not equal when it comes to negative 1).
That was a mouthful.

Postpostscript:
A slight modification to the harmonic series based on the extrapolated values of the natural logarithm limit function yields:

And thus the corollary:

where gamma is the Euler-Mascheroni constant.

2009-03-07T22:51:00.000+08:00

QUIZ from John's blog

Preamble: John you suck for making me do this thing. From the bottom most chasm of my heart intense hate sprouts for the fact that you exist.

I am ignoring all open ended questions because they require too much thought and finger energy for a coherent response. For choice questions, 0 represents a lack of choice, 1 represents first option, 2 represents second option and so on and so forth. For binary questions 0 corresponds to a negation of whatever form and 1 corresponds to an affirmation. Repeated digits may imply specific emphasis on response thus special attention should be paid.

TEN ARE YOUS

1. Are you single - 1
2. Are you happy - 1
3. Are you bored - 1
4. Are you white - 0
5. Are you Italian - 0
6. Are you intelligent - 1
7. Are you honest - 1
8. Are you nice - 1
9. Are you Irish - 0
10. Are you Asian - 1

TEN FACTS

1. Full Name -
2. Nicknames -
3. Birth place -
4. Hair color -
5. Natural hair style -
6. Best Friend -
7. Birthday -
8. Mood -
9. Favourite colour -
10. One place you'd like to visit -

TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

1. Have you ever been in love - 1
2. Do you believe in love at first sight - 0
3. Do you currently have a crush? - 1
4. Have you ever been hurt emotionally - 1
5. Have you ever broken someone's heart - 1
6. Have you ever had your heart broken - 0
7. Have you ever liked someone but never told them - 1
8. Are you afraid of commitment - 0
9. Who was the last person you hugged -
10. Who was the last person you said I love you to? -

TEN THIS OR THAT

1. Love or lust? - 1
2. Hard liquor or beer - 0
3. Cats or dogs - 2
4. A few best friends or many regular friends - 1
5. Creamy or Crunchy - 2
6. Pencil or Pen - 1
7. Wild night out or romantic night in - 2
8. Money or Happiness - 2
9. Night or day - 1
10. IM or phone - 1111111

TEN HAVE YOU EVER

1. Been caught sneaking out - 0
2. Seen a polar bear - 1
3. Done something you regret - 1
4. Bungee jumped - 0
5. Eaten food that fell on the floor - 111111111
6. Finished an entire jaw breaker - 1
7. Been caught naked - 0
8. Wanted an ex bf/gf back - 0
9. Cried because you lost a pet - 0
10. Wanted to disappear - 1

TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER

1. Smile or eyes - 0
2. Light or dark hair - 0
3. Hugs or kisses - 0
4. Shorter or taller - 1
5. Intelligence or attraction - 2
6. Hot Topic or Hollister - Hollister::defn : word existence error; define Hollister >>
7. Funny or serious - 1
8. Older or Younger - 2
9. Outgoing or quiet - 1
10. Sweet or Bad - 1

TEN HAVE YOUS

1. Ever performed in front of a large crowd - 1
2. Ever talked on the phone for longer than an hour - 1
3. Ever tried walking on your hands - 0
4. Ever been to a rock concert - 00000000
5. Ever been on a cheerleading team - 0
6. Ever been on a dance team - 0
7. Ever been on a sports team - 0
8. Ever been in a drama play/production - 0
9. Ever owned a BMW, Mercedes Benz, Escalade, Hummer or Bentley? - 0
10. Ever ever starred in a porn video? - 0

NINE... LASTS

1. Last phone call you made -
2. Last person you hugged -
3. Last person you hung out with -
4. Last time you worked -
5. Last person you tackled -
6. Last person you IM'd -
7. Last person you texted -
8. Last person(s) you went to the movies with -
9. Last person/thing you missed -

2009-02-21T15:18:00.005+08:00

THE EVOLUTION OF WRITING

It was a warm and humid afternoon. I was returning home from school. All of a sudden, I heard a blood curdling scream. I turned my head in all directions. Finally, it dawned on me that a naked man was running around with a chopper in his hand. I felt a shiver ran down my spine as I did not know what to do. I tried to run but I was rooted to the ground in shock. I tried to run again and it worked this time. I ran as fast as my weak legs could carry me. Suddenly I heard that scream again, followed by a thump. I stopped running and searched for the man and to my horror, the chopper was covered in red blood! Behind him was a lifeless body slumped face down. A puddle of red blood was growing. Then, before I could continue running, I heard another scream. I saw a glint of silver followed by a sputter of blood from another victim! The man had killed another person! The man did not stop. He ran into a small boy around a corner and immediately cut off his head! The boy's mother was slaughtered too! I pondered to myself, if this man could kill a small boy without a moment's hesitation, he could do the same to me! I broke out in cold sweat. More people screamed at the sight of the man. He laughed a maniacal cackle. He killed another man. People were running away from him in all directions. The man chased after them and back stabbed some of them. They collapsed and more people screamed.

My mind was in disarray. Now, I could not run. I stood rooted and watched the horror unfold before me. The man was running amok. People were throwing stones at him but it made him infuriated. The man charged at the stone throwers, cut off two heads, and left a third one hanging by a thread of skin. Puddles of blood were growing and connecting with each other to form a reservoir of blood in the area. It was surprising that some people still remained. The man was killing them. The collection of corpses was still growing. Suddenly, I heard sirens. I was elated to see that the massacre was coming to an end. Unfortunately, the madman knew what the sirens meant and he ran away from it. I was in his direction. He saw me and started flailing his chopper. I looked around and realised that I was going to become his last victim. Now my legs started working and I began to run as fast as I could. I ran for my life.

The mass of my bag coupled with my state of shock impeded the efficiency of my run. For so many times I have successfully completed several kilometers of stamina training in school, and now I see the futility of such things. Probably the last moral I would learn in my entire life would be the fact that physical prowess will not save your life from a rampaging psychologically demented lunatic equipped with a meat cleaver. Even now, it might be too late for such epiphanies. What does all this physical training come to conclude in when one dies? Physical superiority will not withstand the combined might of fatigue and breath shortage. My state of shock was now slowly phasing into a completely unrelated state of existentialism as I contemplated on the whole meaning of life right under the influence of the likelihood of my death. All this was happening concurrent to my body's automated deposition of truckloads of adenosine triphosphate to the gastrocnemius and soleus muscles of my calf. My thoughts somehow navigated into the field of human anatomy as I reaccessed the neglected memory files pertaining to my biology classes. After several milliseconds of infuriated searching I gave up and began mulling over the sheer capabilities of the human brain; how one can subconsciously regulate muscular contractions for optimal locomotive velocity under fear of death while instinctively ponder over the whole concept of existence and the thought processes one would most likely to conceive under conditions of high stress which in my case has subsequently and inductively lead to a ponderance over such thoughts thus implying a neverending iteration of metacognitive philosphical deliberation.

My train of thoughts derailed and crashed into a mental blockade when I was rudely interupted by the sharp sound of pistol fire. In approximately a few hundred tredecillion planck time(s) I felt an immeasurable spike of agony surge up my spine, into my head, and incinerated countless axon-dendrite terminals. The remnants of the thought train crash within my head exploded into unidentifiable fragments. I lost roughly two thirds of what some might call "consciousness" and felt my memories flutter like butterflies all over my brain. Nevertheless, I still had enough remaining cognitive power to realise that the police had arrived, though in a rather untimely fashion. An unfortunate lapse in the targetting accuracy of one of their personnel lead to my demise. The demented guy was still alive though, and his cleaver descended upon my forehead.

I am narrating this from heaven. My killer went to hell.

2009-01-30T23:55:00.003+08:00

JOHNNY
I hate this man.
He's a disgusting scatface boneheaded pseudointellect.

LET ME EXPLAIN. Anyone in school, if existed for a long enough period of time, will have probably met Johnny before. If you haven't conversed with this idiot, good for you and don't. If you have, you either end up as someone he likes or someone he hates. The only way you end up in his like list is to be someone he thinks is popular (i.e. student leaders). Other than that he hates you and will rub off his sickening attitude of self righteousness and smugness into your face in the form of a completely invalid argument about discipline everytime he catches you doing something he doesn't like looking at (or something he cannot do because he gets jealous). I'm not exactly sure what Johnny does (apart from being a fine example of failure in epic proportions) but I think he's our school's groundskeeper. I don't respect him.

THE FEATURE that defines Johnny is his face of ugliness. His utter lack of aesthetic appeal. Johnny's face is the result of severe gravitational contortion. If you recognize him you'll know what I mean. And if you think you know who Johnny is now, you're most probably right. Johnny's face overflows with so much atrocity that there is no accurate way I am aware of capable of illustrating the position of every facial contour and the net visual effect of the combination of these features. Nevertheless, I shall still try my hand at descriptive writing with the limited repository of adjectives I have. Very obviously the arch of Johnny's mouth is always in a default frown for some reason. Maybe it's just some stupid birth defect constituent of his mandible. Whatever it is, it induces eyesore. Speaking of eyes, Johnny's eyes are sickeningly protrusive and big and it gives him a sufficiently convincing Down's syndrome appearance for any layman to suspect mental defect at first glance. Amazingly, this judgment is accurate because Johnny is a downright retarded idiot. And as if to compliment the suite of nauseating facial lineaments, Johnny's nose feels like something really whackable with a sharp implement. Johnny's photographs are most probably all burned out at the areas surrounding his face due to overexposure to ugliness.

SOMETHING I don't understand about Johnny is how he actually manages to affiliate himself with people in spite of his loathsome nature and revolting appearance. Johnny thinks he is extremely intellectual when in reality he lacks the basic ability to construct a sound argument on the spot. For example, today, Chang Han, Dylan, Tian Lu, and I were listening to gay music in the library's discussion room. I don't know whether listening to gay music in the discussion room is considered a social sin or not, but an impromptu interrogation on such basis is just unbelievably communist. Johnny came in with his assistant and interrogated us as if we killed something with fire. His assistant threatened us with recording down our names and all that usual bullcrap meant to intimidate people and he was actually getting pretty successful at inducing fear when all of a sudden Johnny had to interrupt and destroy the entire structure of the intimidation by saying something along the lines of "you know what's more important than your names? your faces. if i take a picture of your faces everyone can identify you.", which was pretty weak and nonsensical of course. If you wanted to identify someone you'd ask for his name or any form of textual identification. Firstly, you can actually search for a name in a database. You can't search for a face. Secondly, faces change. Names don't.
Johnny is evidently desperately trying to express his pathetic intellect via really lousy means while utilizing only one half of his brain, thus compromising his ability to conjugate thoughts into logical sentence structures. Suggesting facial recognition instead of name registration as a method of identification is clearly a product of insufficient cognition. Not that he's actually capable of sufficient cognition in order for sound argumentation, I'm merely pointing out his inherent flaws as a groundskeeper of a school.
JOHNNY is also a complete douche when it comes to discipline. Just last year, Jue Hang and I were sitting on the ledge outside the general office talking weird stuff which I seem to have forgotten. That's not the point though; Johnny had to interrupt our conversation because that is in his nature. He stated that sitting on that specific ledge was a grave offense to the constitution of school cleaners because he thought our shoes would leave unsightly marks on the vertical face of the ledge. So we got off the ledge, while still managing our ongoing conversation in another processing thread. And then Johnny shouted at us both - for possessing the ability to multitask getting-off-a-ledge and conversing simultaneously. Even if he lacks the normal human brain configuration which is by default capable of multitasking, his inability for advanced task handling shouldn't lead to a disrespectful shout at students in possession of superior brains. I mean, I understand if he's jealous of intellect and thinking ability but shouting because he's frustrated just shows how pubertal he still is up till that day. I would've probably guess that he experiences menstruation judging from the severe mood swings if not for his male sounding name. Anyway, he shouted something like "woah dao me ah. think you big shot is it?" something like that complete with the crappy sounding singlish accent. All that simply because we didn't look at him while getting off the ledge/conversing. After that he proceeded on to generate a completely irrelevant monologue about respect for him; and as usual, Jue Hang and I not really seeing the point did not bother commiting any effort to comprehend his inane babble, only nodding and shaking our heads as and when as needed. Interrupting conversations is something Johnny should be disciplined for; on the contrary, Jue Hang and I got disciplined by that arse for complying to his request without question.

OF COURSE, there are also many countless occasions in which Johnny rudely interrupts a group of people sitting in their own classrooms going about their usual activities.
Last year he slammed the door in our faces after shouting at us to turn off the music that was playing through the class speakers. The slamming of the door was largely unnecessary. Simply closing the door should have sufficed. As a matter of speaking the shouting wasn't necessary either. Normal talking volume would have contributed to lesser noise pollution and a better reputation for himself. This example shows that Johnny sucks.
Anyway I was bitching with Desmond about Johnny today (which was actually what got me inspiration to do this whole post). Desmond told me about Johnny being a complete arsehead by questioning members of his class for their presence in their own classroom. Johnny lacks the knowledge to realise that the default deposit of all students in a school is usually their own classrooms. Obvious as it might seem, Johnny (amazingly) seems unaware of it. Subsequently, Johnny forced the whole class to vacate the room in order for him to lock up the area. The original question was a rhetoric anyway, since Johnny was going to force evacuate the class regardless of whatever response they gave. Johnny gave them twenty minutes of evac preparation but he returned two minutes later, witnessed only one tenth of the preparation done, and started complaining about latency in bag packing and human migration.

JOHNNY is a sucking fat pile of rectal defecate. Whenever he's not rubbing off his sanctimonious attitude all over your morale you usually find him with teachers and discipline masters cracking overused cliched jokes attempting to stir up a humourous response from them. This is commonly know as sucking up. Such behavior is also similar to flirtation but Johnny's aesthetics serve only to compromise his chances in cross gender conversation. Johnny attempts desperately to affiliate himself with people of power and influence because he is aware that he lacks that. He thinks he is cool and awesome. He is wrong. Johnny is struggling for popularity and charm. He is drowning in his own vat of ugliness which is quite a comical sight.
To mingle with the student body he simply affiliates himself with the student leaders (no offense student leaders some of you are awesome and full of win but the issue here is with Johnny). Other than that he doesn't really care about the student body at all. Why else do you think he reprimands entire classes? Because he's just too sick to individually scold everyone. Association with beacons of influence will not cultivate your popularity. Johnny you just have gigantic attitude problems that no one wants to bother informing you of because of your faggotry. You are the worst and most hideous groundskeeper to ever exist in this world.

TRIP, fall and die, please, for the sake of everyone.

I rest my case.

2009-01-24T17:06:00.003+08:00

Happy 25th Anniversary, Macintosh

2009-01-15T19:03:00.005+08:00

A rant.

http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/
Chances are, most of you have already encountered this blog at least once in your entire span of existence. If you have an affinity for the author of the above mentioned blog, I suggest you leave this place and drown yourself in a vat of your own diluted defecate because I sincerely believe that you deserve death. If you had any shred of decency left to live with then I recommend that you read on and discover how much of an arse you have been to civilization and society.

Xiaxue is the pinnacle/icon/embodiment of Singaporean failure

Xiaxue is best described as the complete absence of awesomeness and win. She is an attention seeking whore, and she likes the colour pink: merely a chromatic representation of her failure at existence. I believe Xiaxue has had a troubled childhood; she was probably incestuously raped by her own father as it seems likely since she's a whore and if not for being raped, she would have simply been a purposeless shell and a useless drain on nature's genetic resource pool. Xiaxue is Singaporean. In other words, she has a lousy accent, façade, and attitude. She puts on extensive make up; and by extensive I mean enough applied lotions to spark off a thermochemical reaction all over her dermal layer thereby resulting in skin cancer. Skin cancer, as it seems now has some sort of positive contribution to mankind's survival. I hope one of her long plastic eyelashes gets stuck in her eyeball and her profuse blinking sends it right to the back of her eye socket so that she will never be able to remove it and I hope that eyelash will do everyone the courtesy of generating an infection at the juncture of her optical nerve so that she goes blind until the day her skin cancer finishes the job. And all lived happily ever after.

The end?

No.

Sadly though Xiaxue still exists today as a retarded foul mouthed Singaporean, brain devoid of any concepts apart from impromptu sexual gratification and her vagina. Perhaps I should dissever the rant here with the most comprehensible reason as to why Xiaxue sucks.

that is
She's female.

One reason as to why I hate this bitch so much is because she criticised the iPhone based on nothing but baseless hate for the Apple fanbase (which is something like a weird paradox because basing something on baselessness is an extremely diffucult concept to grasp even for someone as intellectual as me). At least my hate for japan is fueled by my disgust at japan's invention of animated porn and the accelerated sex drive of most japanese males. Also, japanese females tend to dress in skimpy fashion which is just disturbing counting in their incompatible looks. japanese girls do not compute in short skirts. Digressing further, I think Singapore is becoming the next japan of the decade. Instead of short skirts you get FBT shorts which also do not go with the standard Singaporean face. I hate what everything is winding up to. It's like an incoming gigantic boulder of failure that is so large it occludes your field of vision and the knowledge of not being able to dodge it scares you more.
Ok digression limit reached. Back to the topic of flaming Xiaxue.
Xiaxue eats cock.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VU5zSEh0N8I
Watch that video and hate it. If you loved it the world must be rid of you now so die.
Said whore attempted to review the iPhone. Said whore speaks in crappy Singaporean accent. Said whore thinks the iPhone sucks. Said whore sucks.
Xiaxue lacks charisma. Her drilling babble is littered with profanity, which actually sounds horrible coming from the mouth of a Singaporean. Her inept utterance merely a string of unprocessed vocabulary streaming from the nearly empty volume within her cranium. She's a sensationalist; tactless attitude driven by the early onset of menopausal hormonal imbalance. All that make up serves to transform her Singaporean face into a worse off looking japanese cyprian, perhaps to elaborate on the already obvious fact of her inane degeneracy. Stupid decadent slut talks about vaginal plastic surgeries and genital implants. And people still find that sort of sloven trulling something of an amusement.

May death be upon this bitch fine

2009-01-06T18:29:00.000+08:00

FAILURE

That is all what is left of the school's once glorious commission of student leaders. Welcome to another rant.

Observe as I state the facts explicitly clear in this post. I do not conceal anything because I am awesome and full of win unlike the conformist failure that is the human majority. If you feel like flaming the government, do it. Freedom of speech should be a universally accepted component of democracy therefore I will assume any method and form of blogging as I please (I feel the need to mention article 19 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights here). But then again if you're someone who hates the Singaporean government then you are obviously ignorant to the existence of the pseudo intellectual country of the United States. Anyway that deduction is very likely to become obsolete once Barack Obama swears some official thing and then becomes the official president of said country.

I realise most of my rants are quite lengthy and wordy because my rants are just so jam packed with awesomeness and own that it could asplode all over your monitor if I were to make the least effort to even summarize it. I have not thought of a solution to this problem so you can give up now but I am going to reorder my post content so that you can actually read the first few parts of my rant and get the general idea of the reason as to why I'm raging at humanity. This is so that the readers who decide to ignore the full glory of my rant can see what I'm so mad about without needing to waste their time scanning the entire length of the essay.

The main point is this:

NUS High School of Mathematics and Science is decomposing in a community of students with a flawed mindset on the concept of leadership due to her failure at the effective inculcation of such values.

Explanation:
Beautifully phrased, the school is festering with leadership dysfunction (as I have tagged on Mariel's blog). Last year marked the culmination of our school's leadership failure in a grand finale known as the Student's Union. Firstly, the Student's Union is a crappy name for a board of leaders. And stating the obvious, is horribly overpopulated. A few years back the school's leadership program was differentiated into distinct sections governing various aspects of the school's function. There were the Peer Support Leaders (yes I mention them first because personally I find that they get the most work done | fine whatever I'm biased I like being biased deal with it), the Student Council, the National Education Ambassadors, Music Ambassadors, what else? I don't know. The point here is that there shouldn't even be that many departments of leaders required to operate the school. The National Education Ambassadors are useless. If you're NEA no offense but I truly think your leadership sector is being a complete arse by employing ridiculous amounts of manpower just for something as insignificant as promoting national identity. Being unpatriotic this is quite a natural thing for me to say but imagining myself as a patriot still does not change my stance regarding the NEA's retarded employment scheme. The PSLs can easily take care of national day and crap like that. As a matter of fact I think the PSLs can run the school solely on their own. Ironically, being one of the smallest leadership boards in the school they are still way more superior in terms of awesomeness and win compared to the Student Council or any other leadership board for that matter. Speaking of which, I think the Student Council can die. I hate people in professional grey jackets because they remind me of politicians which are the personifications of failure and corruption. I know the Student Council does important stuff like big ceremonies and all that stuff but watch as I don't really care. Formality is a horrible concept. It's orthodoxic and conformist and ritualistic and retarded. Die. As far as I'm concerned the school can survive on mainly the PSLs, the Council, a small minority of Music Ambassadors, and class representatives. Done. The school should function normally for the next thousand years on this framework unless some douche comes along with a brilliant idea to fuse all these departments into one gigantic mosh pit of fail; which is what happens. In the end, any possibility of a failure will come to reality according to Humphry or however you spell that guy's name. The school eventually decided to consummate the progressive failings of the various leadership departments into one epic fail under the facade of the Student Union. It was at that point in time when I decided to forgo the future I saw as a student leader myself. The Student Union is failure. They assimilate the people who actually do work and now the real work accomplishers become indistinguished from every other irresponsible bastard human being of the organization who call themselves "leaders". You are not leaders. You just want some crappy remark on your certificate of graduation just so that you feel awesome. You are not awesome. I am destroying your ego and now you should realise that your ego is based on lies and deceit and failure. You do not deserve the title of a leader.

Good.

Realise that more than half the school populace are leaders. This is ridiculous. Leaders act as a minority leading the majority. When the majority of an isolated group of humans become leaders, the minority will lead the majority. Not because the minority will always become leaders, but because the majority of will never decide for the minority. Why else do you think the governing body of every country doesn't consist of a million citizens? And why do you think the King/Emperor/President/Prime Minister won't need to give a damn about anyone's approval on his decision to declare war on other countries (take George Bush as a prime example, he actually has his uses as fine examples of failure)? Reason with your brains, readers. It is the ruling body who are the minority who hold the power to decide for the majority. Having a million humans trying to decide over one decision will probably result in the lack of a decision in the end. They will disagree and fight and be complete morons over their arguments and matters. A huge leadership body does not make sense. Gigantic leadership bodies will lead to epic failure and devastation and incoherence. And being horribly huge, the whole distorted and twisted concept of leadership the school has developed is now spread to a larger base of students, which of course, makes things worser than whatever you thought the worst was. Anyway talking about governments, this reminds me of elections and it brings me to the subject of hearing the voices of the student body. The Student Council speaks of this thing called Resonance: Tuning to your Frequency or something like that. Bullshit. Have they heard the multitude of voices calling for the scraping of the idea of the Student Union? Yes. Do they hear the voices of disapproval? Yes. Do they take action? No.

2009-01-02T22:59:00.000+08:00

Watch closely:

Today was the first day of school.

SO WHAT

2009-01-01T16:00:00.000+08:00

2009. Oh great.
While everyone is happily rejoicing and getting all drunk and fornicating their siblings at tropical beach parties in anticipation for the new year I’m sitting behind my Macintosh composing this useless text about the passing of year 2008. Come to think of it, I think I really hate the concept of segmenting time into 31,556,952 second intervals. It’s not really astounding that the Earth somehow managed to revolve entirely around the Sun without being blown to bits by rogue asteroids. Stupid humans just love celebrating pointless crap like that. Maybe in the future I’ll set up a colony on Pluto or something so I don’t have to get all happy and stuff about the planet completing one revolution around the Sun. That makes sense. You don’t. Humanity does not make sense. There is no point in celebrating the passing of time. Let’s face the facts, the world is getting warmer and our natural resources are dwindling to negative infinity or something. Steve Jobs is dying (well as a matter of fact we all are so WHY DO YOU IDIOTS STILL INSIST ON REJOICING). Perhaps the addition of your profile to the obituaries of future news tabloids might be worth some attention but that’s not a really good reason to get high when we all know the world is marching into the gates of Hell. Nazi Germany is probably going to rise again and humanity is definitely going to do World War III to MDCCXXVVIIIIIII. Failure after failure. So why does everyone find a cause for celebration in this imminent armageddon?
A new year means new resolutions. Fine. Last year end I criticized the whole idea of new year resolutions. You know what. I still hate new year resolutions. I hope new year resolutions die. If you suck now you’re going to stay suck forever until you die unless you decide to be awesome. You think saying you’re going to be awesome next year is going to make you leet? Good luck with failing. Stop making new year resolutions and start doing things now you imbeciles. Talking is a horribly useless method to declare ideas, like politicians. Needless to say though, most humans can hardly stay committed to doing something for more than a month. And yes, that includes your girlfriend.

After an entire year of anticipation, it’s finally the end of the year.

Fine maybe 2008 was a pretty awesome year but it still kindda sucked a lot anyway. Now because I hate things, I am going to talk about the suckage of this year first. Let’s see, why does 2008 suck. Think think. Ok I got one. It’s because I have been existing for 15 years and every year of exposure to human culture increases my likelihood of developing brain tumour and heart disease. Really. I hate humanity. I hate existing as a part of humanity. I don’t hate human beings. I just hate the way they think and I hate their culture because their culture has everything to do about sex and drugs and stuff that will eventually lead you to hell. Sex is really overrated. “What’s this?!” I hear you say, “Shaun’s saying this?!?! OMGWTFBBQ AAJERgjarkgljsHEAHTJUDFHSGJGHEFSBABA I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS MOM SHAUN HAS ASPLODED AREJHAEJFDKMGKG”. Yes. That’s right, sex is retarded. From the chasms of my heart I say this: humans look horrible naked. Serious. Notice you do not look in the mirror at your naked body everyday and feel like raping it (if you do please severe all ties with me because I think I hate you). Naked humans are just unsightly, both males and females. So stop doing gay sex or any form of unconstrained sexual acts between each other and don’t take videos and pictures of it. Pornographic advertisements have as much appeal to me as your severed head in a festering pile of horse droppings. Humanity you need to learn to stop failing.
Why does this year suck. It’s because I’ve got my Singaporean identity card in August. Everyone thinks it’s a privilege to own an identity in Singapore. I hate owning an identity in Singapore. The identity card is like a Singapore membership card. Singapore is one social gathering which I do not want to be a part of (for more information about my life as an antisingapore activist please visit this page). Again, I don’t hate the country or the government, I hate the culture of Singapore. Singapore comes in runner up in terms of society crappiness and I think it should be common knowledge which society wins the title of champion (I sense impending flame). Anyway, I hate my identity card. It says I’m now identified as an individual of the Singaporean community and I hate that a lot. The card itself reeks of horrible design. I mean, IT’S PINK! What the hell can you believe it?! Every Singaporean’s identity is now represented by a PINK piece of crappy plastic. This is just stupid. After that all they do is engrave that pink thing with all sorts of Singaporean symbols and then they put your face there. THERE. DONE. That’s your identity in plastic. And it sucks. A LOT.
2008 was very boring. It was 366 days and a few hours long and I can easily get bored sick in that ridiculous amount of time. That is a reason why 2008 sucks, and is also the reason why 2009 and the subsequent years suck too. Don’t ask me why it’s so stupid. You’re stupid.

Now to my dreaded section. Why does 2008 kick ass. Fine I’ll admit 2008 has a lot of kickass stuff. Firstly I got my MACINTOSH, WHICH IS SO AWESOME YOU HAVE TO BE JEALOUS ONCE YOU SEE IT. My Mac is big and shiny and new and leet. Now you have to be jealous. Feel free to flame me on the tagboard to your right because I love seeing people react in these sorts of funny ways. Realise that you don’t own a Macintosh (if you do then join me in my mission to show off). Now realise that Shaun owns a Macintosh and let your new found jealously flow through every vein and arteriole. Finally realise that your PC is nothing but a mangled heap of metal worth slightly less than the cardboard box that my Mac came in. Now asplode in jealously. Throw a fit. Spam my tagboard. Manifest that rage in any way you want. The bad thing is that you can’t touch my Macintosh because it’s here and you’re out there somewhere in Singapore :D:D:D:D:D:D. Now you must hate me a lot. K good job done.
One thing not a lot of people knew about my old PC was that it was connected to this crappy router which blocked my torrent client from sharing free software with everyone else. That issue has been plaguing me for the past 5 years, ruining my youth and leaving my life devoid of the essence of win. Well, I got that issue fixed this year. And my torrent is downloading like epic win. 500 kB/s. That is very win. The liberty to obtain any digital craving anytime is an extremely awesome feeling. The day my torrent kicked back to life I was so happy I overcame a stronghold and deleted half my music library to make way for even better music to be torrented. The torrent is a very awesome piece of software because it’s a magnificent way of saying gtfo to copyright and the law.
And probably the most awesomest thing to ever happen in 2008 is my attainment of a cumulative average point of 4.55 out of 5.00. It made me feel happy. Sort of. But it was the knowledge that I was going to receive a Macintosh as a reward that truly made me happy. Maybe the awesomest thing to ever happen in 2008 label should be up there and not down here. But anyways who gives more of a damn than me and I most certainly don’t. 4.55 still didn’t make my parents happy enough though. My dad apparently thinks it’s a sin to be gaming every single day of the holiday. I mean what the hell. Holidays? 4.55? Bored? Therefore COD4? Seriously. Frankly speaking I find my parents a tad too restrictive. Not in the you cannot go out and socialize for ten consecutive hours and then get laid and stuff sort of way. But in the YOU CANNOT PLAY GAMES EVERYDAY EVEN IF YOU GET TOP IN SINGAPORE AND NOW I AM GOING TO CONFISCATE YOUR PC sort of way. Right now they are seriously considering passing my PC to my sister, which I most certainly have objected to infinite times before. I just bought an nVidia 9600 GT GeForce graphics chipset from QJH for $70 two months ago and now my sister is going to HAVE IT for FREE?! Hell no. And yes, tragically it’s the bimbo sister without any shred of moral sense or manners who’s receiving my PC not the more sensible one with enough logic to hate crappy music. I hate that sister. /RAGE//
Ok so this year, Apple managed to release an entire line of awesome products again. Macworld is the reason why every year will have at least one good point. Every year at Macworld Steve Jobs does his Stevenote and captivates an entire auditorium of audience with his reality distortion field and makes everyone asplode at the awesomeness of Apple’s new products. Sadly this year will be the last time Steve Jobs will be doing his magic trick and now I felelll reallsy hoairrblle jstu typgging thfisssss oujtf. BBLLAAREHJTRSTUAJAETRHAISEHRGSTAHHHHHA WHHHHHYYYY GOOODDDDDDD.
GARGH. This year Apple released like ten thousand new awesome products like the MacBook Air and Time Capsule and the iPhone 3G and the 4th generation iPod nanos and all sorts of ownage stuff. BBllaaaaghrhh..
K so, ermm. Stuff that made year 2008 great. There was OBS which was the first time in months I actually stopped using my computer for more than four consecutive days. The end of the year was pretty fun actually. First was OBS which was like really fun because we got all tired and crappy and stuff. But it was fun anyway. Like tent pitching and teamwork and stuff. Then a week later it was SURGE church camp. SURGE was very awesome. I had a spiritual revival and I could feel God all over again after a long period of drought (and you do realise I have tried my best to minimalise my usage of profanity in my posts now). 40 hours after youth camp it was Genting. I tend to have a bad impression on family vacations because there’s absolutely no goal except to slack in the hotel room and do really boring stuff like walk and explore the area around the hotel. Genting was fun. It was cold so it had to be fun. And we didn’t have time to slack in the hotel so it was fun. And Genting is one of the places where it’s fine to take a walk because walking in a bunch of clouds is a very awesome experience. Genting was fun. That was one week ago and now I’m back home at my computers (Mac and PC) playing games and blogging. Reflecting on this year has been a horrible experience. I had to rack my brains to come up with quality stuff people would love to hear about, and not my daily session of COD4 ownage (which I would love to talk about right now). Ok. Fine. COD4. I OWN COD4 WOOOT. 133 KILLS IN 20 DEATHS. BEAT THAT HUMANS. OR BETTER YET. 53 KILLS BEFORE GETTING PINNED DOWN. HHAAA YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO DIE WHEN I’M ON YOUR SERVER. I OWWWNN COD4 I OWWNNNNNNNNNN. BOOM!!! HEADSHOT!!!! HAAAAAA!!

K that was spastic.

I have a feeling year 2009 is going to be suckier than year 2008. Firstly I have absolutely no idea on how I am going to improve on my point of 4.55. It means I won’t get anymore rewards like Macintoshes and stuff. Sad. 2009 is also going to be Apple’s last presence at Macworld. God is indeed cruel. OK KIDDING. Don’t smite me God. I pray that God watch over humanity so that we won’t fall into self destructive political quibbles and subsequently World War III. I’m doing this not because I wish to see human culture prevail, but because I simply dislike the concept of death from gunfire. And I also pray that God’s second advent won’t come too early because too many people are still going to hell.
I also hear that year 2009 holds a total solar eclipse visible from Singapore. That should be kindda cool.
That said, the suckage clearly outweighs the good points. I predict the year of 2009 to be a year of greater failure than the year of 2008.

Crappy new year

2008-12-25T21:57:00.000+08:00

Singaporeans have a serious issue with patience. Really. One of the key reasons to my utter revolt at the society of Singapore is that I witness this behavioral incapability to wait at every train stop.

It's pretty much a known fact that the Singapore mass transportation system had its core infrastructure planned by eight year old kids whose inexperience at these sorts of stuff inevitably manifests itself in the form of a gigantic human cluster at every single train stop every peak hour.

Today I was returning home from Orchard road after gallivanting around the streets watching all the flashy floats and stuff (there's an entire section of Orchard road that was cordoned off by the police so I actually had the liberty to jaywalk everywhere for one day). So it got pretty late and my family decided to go home via the train because cars are like completely useless on cordoned off roads. Anyway when I was on the train it was a peak hour. Plus it was christmas, so there were like a lot of human beings on the train. A lot.

Being completely devoid of the common sense most humans appear to possess, every train stop situated within the central business district guarantees an unbeatable influx of Singaporeans. Apparently, these failures at common sense cognition did not realise that the train was already packed with people and they most certainly have never heard of the Pauli exclusion principle (thereby lacking the prerequisite knowledge to understand that their composite fermionic bodies cannot occupy the same points in space as the fermions of the humans within the train). Such deficiency in active noesis simply astounds me. I mean, even if these morons have never understood physics lessons (the fault here probably lies with their lecturer though) the staff of the train company have put up notices and signs asking for Singaporeans outside the train to allow humans within the train to exit before making their entrance. And even if this logical statement didn't make sense to their crude undeveloped brains, the horribly basic concept of courtesy does not occur to them.

Stupid Singaporeans.

2008-12-08T09:39:00.000+08:00

By all means

2008-11-17T23:28:00.000+08:00

EXPLOSIONS! [cries]

2008-11-10T23:27:00.001+08:00

BANG BANG BANG BANG

there are two colours in my head

2008-10-21T23:11:00.001+08:00

It's been a while

EVERYTHING POPULAR IS WRONG

2008-08-05T22:11:00.001+08:00

What an error
What a day

2008-07-17T17:31:00.001+08:00

THANK YOU GOD
I don't want to be emo like every other regular human being

2008-06-04T16:54:00.000+08:00

A SYSTEMATIC TAXONOMY OF THINGS
A PERSONAL COMPARTMENTALISATION

God / Macintosh / Chocolate / Grand Theft Auto 4 / Colours / Numbers / Natural selection / Common sense / Euler / Bright lights / Shortcuts / Mag / Functional brains / Sleep / Rock music / Physics / Green plants / Gravity / Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions / Canned food / Graph paper / Fire / iPod / Messy hair / Triangles / 0

Japanese girls / N00bs / Civilization / Society / Politics / Money / Emos / Hip-hop / Boredom / Formality / Neatness /

2008-05-20T16:29:00.000+08:00

2008-05-11T18:10:00.001+08:00

crap

2008-04-28T17:28:00.000+08:00

Changed the banner thing to some glitchy thing. It's not nice enough so I'll go revise maths and die from the excitement.

2008-04-24T19:48:00.000+08:00

CALCULUS IS AWESOME SHIT

2008-04-21T22:50:00.001+08:00

My new hobby is maths
It's a really cool hobby

People actually complain about something because they do not comprehend it in its entirety.
Hypocrites, some people...
They just cannot stand people seeing something complicated as something simple when they themselves cannot...

2008-04-17T19:11:00.001+08:00

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2008-04-15T18:27:00.000+08:00

You know what I think of Cheryl Chong

I think she's a deprived retarded fat slut. I mean, her face is shit.

2008-04-04T23:43:00.000+08:00

The divine invention of the number theory of mathematics by God is imperceptible, to the extent where simplicity is a product of complexity that transcends our existence. The mere stating of this description is profundity that is a tiniest fraction of God's nature.
Yet mathematics is the substrate on which everything that exists sets roots in; and number theory is the rudiment of such an all-encompassing study, panoptic of all knowledge. The simple nature is recondite and simplicity is never abstruse. Two contradictory meta-statements regarding fundamentalism again making sense while not taking logical form in our world. Indeed the analysis of such a subject requires God's astuteness.

2008-03-30T17:18:00.000+08:00

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tetration

Great useless mathsy stuff

2008-03-10T10:29:00.000+08:00

this is the distance
store energy
this guitar is a stone
garbled text thththethaethahetahhhaet...

2008-03-06T18:17:00.000+08:00

Mesh of melted hair...
thatwhichdrivesyoutolive
hack away at the machine
in painful adherence
Recycled air
Stock (and)
Fungus in water

2008-03-02T22:39:00.000+08:00

SUDDENLY I START SINGING

2008-02-27T16:25:00.001+08:00

2008-02-23T13:03:00.001+08:00

MORE WIRES! HOW FASCINATING!

2008-02-19T20:18:00.001+08:00

oh by the way
look who's here

look who's here

i am watching jumper for the second time

2008-02-14T19:00:00.001+08:00

THE PAST DOESN'T MAKE SENSE USUALLY

Seen these on wikipedia. It's quite cool so I noted it down.
A moron in a hurry
Confusing similarity

2008-02-13T17:31:00.000+08:00

tssssshhhhhhhh

2008-02-12T18:54:00.001+08:00

i hope no one reads this page frequently / i'll just post some controversial things here

i don't like chong wei.
i don't like valentines day.
a sudden blast of wind a shock wave coming like a comet

2008-02-06T22:54:00.001+08:00

Such a privilege it is to exist.

2008-02-06T14:13:00.000+08:00

Zangort a variety of wires. More wires more range.

System slowed error

2008-02-04T20:50:00.000+08:00

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7

2008-02-03T23:05:00.001+08:00

2008-02-02T13:42:00.000+08:00

I seem to forget things more often than usual recently

Must be the wires

2008-02-02T12:17:00.000+08:00

Explosion

Paradoxical

2008-01-31T18:56:00.000+08:00

NO MORE WIRES IN MY HEAD NO MORE WIRES IN MY HEAD
DAMMIT NO
MORE
WIRES

whhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhh//

2008-01-29T16:25:00.000+08:00

Great albums are by great bands: Radiohead, Pink Floyd
Great albums have artwork that involve lots of colour: In Rainbows, The Dark Side of the Moon
Great albums have ten tracks: In Rainbows, The Dark Side of the Moon
Great albums don't make sense: In Rainbows, The Dark Side of the Moon
Great albums talk about death in the final track: In Rainbows, The Dark Side of the Moon
Great albums contain 1 and only 1 "a" in their names: In Rainbows, The Dark Side of the Moon
Great albums contain 1 and only 1 "r", "s" and "n" in their names too: In Rainbows, The Dark Side of the Moon
Great albums contain more than one word in their names: In Rainbows, The Dark Side of the Moon.

2008-01-28T22:20:00.001+08:00

God is so cool

2008-01-26T15:53:00.001+08:00

Rewind the tape spoil its innards
Half of forty-two
Two twenty-three it's twelve AM
Radial propagation spacetime displacement
Pick your choice see set the future
Whatsoever whatsoever do not temper
I can't see the blank void
The blank void the blank void
For the world is blue and now is grey
Saturated with things my head spins
Lookish the huxted flew high
Acrophobia acrophobia human mindsets
False mentalities
Corruption putrescence no more speeches
End the system end the system
Limitation of capacity vastness of everything
The unknown is really colourful
Microsleeps microsleeps
Microsleeps microsleeps
We are eliminated

2008-01-23T16:33:00.001+08:00

Of all the life forms on Earth that strive to exist or at least, attempt to prolong their existence, emos appear to be the exception. They are self-destructive, and that's a very bad evolutionary tactic.

2008-01-22T21:21:00.001+08:00

2008-01-20T10:36:00.000+08:00

i am rewriting my head.

zepk zepk zepk

something is in the air

2008-01-18T23:27:00.001+08:00

architung archtung architung

grrrfzzzdjjdjjggjgggvvuuwwowooopp

'hP 'ptshhh

KarG 'LO hO viC

2008-01-15T18:59:00.000+08:00

The electromagnetic (EM) spectrum is the range of all possible electromagnetic radiation. The "electromagnetic spectrum" (usually just spectrum) of an object is the characteristic distribution of electromagnetic radiation from that object.

The electromagnetic spectrum, extends from below the frequencies used for modern radio (at the long-wavelength end) through gamma radiation (at the short-wavelength end), covering wavelengths from thousands of kilometres down to a fraction the size of an atom. In our universe the short wavelength limit is likely to be in the vicinity of the Planck length, and the long wavelength limit is the size of the universe itself (see physical cosmology), though in principle the spectrum is infinite and continuous.

Your monitor can't produce ultraviolet and infrared.

2008-01-13T10:30:00.001+08:00

2008-01-12T10:13:00.000+08:00

ack ack ack

forgot...

Playing one dimensional tetris: Link

2008-01-07T22:03:00.000+08:00

Not another bloody crush.

She was never in my class. That's as much as i'm going to say. It's the controversy that follows that really irritates you.

LOOKISH

2008-01-06T20:38:00.001+08:00

For And Nor But Or Yet So

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2008-01-05T23:13:00.001+08:00

like a shard in my mind
begin begin

dandelions from the cupboard