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it’s been a looong while

since i last wrote anything. well.. here’s the lowdown on my dreary life since last input. carolling’s over… last session went super well. god alone knows why… probably to leave a lasting impression so we can secure lucky plaza again next year. the management there’s really kind too. (free water, free m&ms, free use of office and conference room as holding area, free storage of equipment) tis the season to be jolly i suppose.

went down to support the a cappella group on christmas’ eve. the afternoon performance was a disaster. samuel’s mic would shut off at whim, while jared’s mic would <i>turn on</i> at whim. everyone else’s was either too soft or too loud, resulting in only the altos being audible. whooo hooo… so they scrapped the afternoon performance, and drove all the way back to hall to fetch their own sound system.

been supporting IH events ever since. greatest upset was having the softball guys lose to hall 10 in the quarters…
the girls made it tho’…

swimming today. champs. again.

good showing for boggle and scrabble this year. silver for scrabble and gold for boggle. which means i get a medal. yay.

hall 2 sports sec got busted for cheating at the rugby seedings. this is one big pile of shit that’s gonna hit the fan.

upcoming events:

this thurs: OMC meeting + new year’s BBQ

this fri: KTV (tentative)

next mon: School reopens

next tues: Choir thank-you dinner

next wed: FOC Subcomm welcome tea

next thurs: hall supper

wed week: zouk bash

hmm can’t think of anything more interesting.

I/ There are approximately two billion children (person’s under 18) in the world, however since Santa does not visit children of Muslim, Hindu, Jewish or Buddhist religions, this reduces the workload for Christmas night to 15% of the total, or 378 million (according to the population reference bureau). At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that comes to 108 million homes, presuming that there is at least one good child in each.

II/ Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 967.7 visits per second. This is to say, that for every Christian household with a good child, Santa has around 1/1000 of a second to park the sleigh, hop out, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left for him, get back up the chimney, jump into the sleigh and get on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed aroung the earth (which of couse, we know to be false, but will accept for the purpose o f our calculations). We are talking about 1.25 Km per household, a total of 120.8 million Km, not counting bathroom stops or breaks. This means Santa’s sleigh is moving at 1040 km per second……3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposees of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 43.8 Km per second, and a conventional reindeer can run (at best) 25 Km per hour.

III/ The pay load of the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child get’s nothing more than a medium lego set (two pounds), the sleigh is carrying over 500 thousand tons, not counting Santa himself. On land, a conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds, even granting that the “flying” reindeer could pull ten times the normal amount, the job can’t be done with eight or even nine of them…..Santa would need 360,000 of them. This increases the payload, not counting the weight of the sleigh, another 54,000 tons, or roughly seven times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth (the ship, not the monarch).

IV/ 600,000 tons traveling at 1040 Km per second creates enormous air resistance…this would heat up the lead reindeer in the same fashion as a space shuttle re-entering the earth’s atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer would absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy per second each. In short, they would burst into flames almost intantaneously, exposing the reindeer behing them and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team would be vaporised within 4.26 thousandths of a second, or right about the time Santa reached the fifth house on his trip. Not that it matters, however, since Santa, as a results of accelerating from a dead stop to 1040 k p s in .001 seconds, would be subjected to centrifugal forces of 17, 500 G’s. A 250 pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of the sleigh by 4, 315, 015 pounds of force, instantly crushing him bones and organs and reducing him to a quivering blob of pink goo.

V/ Therefore, if Santa did exist, he’s dead now. MERRY CHRISTMAS

Shipwreck.

A girl and three guys were shipwrecked on an island.

After one week, the girl felt so ashamed of what she was doing that she killed herself.

After the second week the guys felt so ashamed of what they were doing that they buried her.

After the third week the guys felt so ashamed of what they were doing that they dug her up again.

Had dinner with jiayi last night. didn’t have any idea on where to go at first… then ended up at marche’s. ordered a rosti, a ham cheese and mushroom crepe, calamari and two root beers. she was her usual sweet self. chatted a bit then made our way back to hall.

IH Scrabble 02.

Scrabble tourney over the past two days… i never thought possible an atmosphere so electric arising from a sedentary game involving the creation of strange words on a grid. Especially so when we smashed through the prelims and semis to meet hall 2 in the finals.

for the finals, the arena was emptied off everything else save 5 tables in a straight row, dead center of the hall. looked like some installation artpiece. we fielded red, sylvia and gillian for the singles, julia and baoxuan, lifang and kexin for the two doubles tables.

hall 2 had the distinct advantage of not one, but two MASTERS players in their team. and by masters i mean ranked players recognised by the singapore scrabble association, with a rating well above 1600. they too had arrived at the finals undefeated.

game started, the entire hall went silent. then only thing audible was the crashing of tiles as they swirled around in the bag. red scrabbled once. the masters guy scrabbled once. red scrabble again. the masters guy challenged two of his words, but they were good. yippee yay.

to cut a long story short, red beat the masters guy, sylvia took a beating from the other masters guy, gillian lost very narrowly to the third guy in singles, julia and baoxuan lost to their first doubles pair, while lifang and kexin were leading comfortably up till the LAST TWO turns, wherein hall 2 SCRABBLED TWICE. (what are the odds?!?!) an analogy would be leading 3-0 in soccer up till the 85th minute, and having your opponent score 4 goals in the last 5 minutes. amazing.

oh well… we got further than we projected anyway…. we beat hall 3 and 8.

had a huge dinner at pizza hut.

shoutz to red, sylvia, gillian, kexin, lifang, eu ming, baoxuan, julia and sandra.

Best Wishes

Nice.

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From me (”the Wishor”) to you (”the Wishee”)

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holiday, practised within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious
persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect
for the religious/secular persuasions and/or traditions of others, or their
choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all.

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year 2003, but with due respect for the calendars of choice of other
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This greeting is warranted to perform as reasonably may be expected within
the usual application of good tidings, or a period of one year or until the
issuance of a subsequent holiday greeting, whichever comes first.

The wishor warrants this greeting only for the limited replacement of this
wish or issuance of a new wish at the sole discretion of the wishor. Any
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full day affair

back from an entire day out.

sang at the concorde hotel in the afternoon. it was terrible. nothing seemed to work. someone was happily singing off-key… not that any of the old folks noticed anyway… they were happily engaged in their food.

anyway… had lunch with samuel and jiayi at that place opp far east square (dunno what it’s called)… then we walked on down to the esplanade after dumping the keyboard and the Large Unidentifiable Metallic Object in the far east square management office.

rotted in the library for about an hour and a half with jiayi… samuel dissappeared soon after we reached the esplanade. photocopied some scores, trotted around a bit, and ended up at starbucks.

met the rest at raffle place mrt at 5.30… sang at far east square at 7… dinner at that same place opposite. must never order the parmesan oregano steak and cheese meal again.

went BACK to the esplanade… and with typical large-gathering bravado, decided to SING by the singapore river. got fair share of applause (the three fishing guys) weird stares (almost everyone else) and some guy who decided he liked silent night enough to hum along. sat and talked, wasted time, left for hall at 11.30.

now here i am.

of hairy fairies and braless girls.

filler for 061202:

rotted at home the whole day.

met yunjia at lido at 2200… walked around orchard a bit, then went to the esplanade for a while. supper at the bencoolen kopitiam. home by 0230.

in bed by 0600.

filler for 071202:

woke at 10. went to cousin’s place to fix comp.

met yunjia again at TBP… she forgot to bring her hall keys.. sigh.

back in hall by 0000.

in bed by 0240.

woke at 0400.

filler for 081202:

day began at 4.30am… marshalling for the StanChart marathon… took the bus down to the national stadium, got breakfast, (fried rice with no spoons, anyone?) then ended up getting deployed along east coast.

watching people run is such a facinating thing. everyone has their own style, their own little quirks. 6000 runners, streaming past in an unbroken line, a collective whole yet at the same time 6000 individual pockets ofconciousness. All share the same goal, yet at any one time, no two minds are thinking of the same thing. Some run with a limp, some trot, some prance, some stride, some waddle, and, in the case of one particularly skinny woman, perform an uncanny rain-dance-esque-spasm thing, comprising solely of lateral movements; forward motion being incidental.

also spotted three guys dressed as fairies. complete with skirts, wings, wands, and tinsel headpieces.

two guys with dolls on their heads.

one braless girl in a skin tight white cotton top (drenched with sweat) mmm.

kid no more than 6.

guy from bravo coy.

fonzerelli ong.

dog 1.

dog 2.

family pushing prams.

girl who showed up long after the marshals had stepped down, and the roads re-opened. yet STILL JOGGING. gotta admire her spirit.

guy with beer gut the size of a barn.

back in hall by 1130.

slept the whole afternoon.

scrabble at night.

so boring.

after weeks of full-day activites and end-to-end days, taking a sudden 2 day break such as this is boring the hell out of me. I have NOTHING to do, and it really sucks.

not in too jolly a mood either.

spent the past 2 hours in the tv room with jiayi… she was playing the keyboard while i was on guitar. not something i’m apt to forget anytime soon.

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