Wednesday, April 23, 2008

fitness

Oh dread the NAPFA. It's next week double period PE for everyone else in the class so I guess I'm taking it anytime soon too. I guess I'm gonna fail NAPFA this time -again. I'm the most unfit in the class. I have the slowest timing for 2.4km among the guys in my class. I can do 3 pull-ups, but that is still a fail in the eyes of the teacher. I can jump 215cm on average, but I dunno whether that is enough to make the cut. I can reach my feet but can't reach beyond that. All that I can do is a pretty good dash for the shuttle run and a sit-up session on overdrive. 2 more months of freedom in the future hangs in the balance. But does the result matter when I'm confirmed PES E with an forum example from a search result?

"lol...ask this kind of question...but anyway i got the answer:

pes E = serious permanent physical defect. i got 2 fren who are pes E, both are cos of hole in heart. they are born with the defect. so maybe, take a drill and do it?"
Here I am. Me. Physical defects plague me: my ears are deaf at high frequencies, my eyes are blind without my glasses. But I'm not dying, don't worry. Fitness... hello, I'm stricken with unfitness for life. Who cares about NAPFA?

But here I am, stuck in a world where physical defects pale in comparison to the competition in the class that I am in. I guess, it's time to get working.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

hate rain

Today I had my H3 test. So like I went to NJC in the morning at 10am and took the test. So the test turns out to be retarded and very short essay kind of questions. Those kind that require understanding and memorization. So unlike what is physics. Isn't physics all about maths? They only gave one calculation, evaluate this integral kind of thing. ok, it's ironic why I'm advocating maths when I got wrong for that question. The rest of the questions were almost like describing what the notes wanted to say (but the notes did not say anyway cos the notes were like shit). For example, "How does the Scanning Tunneling Microscope works?". Ok, the external H3 notes did not state how it did work specifically. But the ACJC internal H3 notes did say, so thanks goes to TYS who like gave us the notes. Yeah, so I did pretty ok for this test, probably much much better than the previous test that was a disaster cos nobody knew what kind of questions to expect.

So after that, I went to the NJC canteen and bought a bubble tea which was passion fruit (my favourite :D) milk tea. Their bubble tea was good. ACJC should have this kind of thing, then my rating for the stall selling that drink would skyrocket all the way if the drink is good (I'm referring to the old blog post: "The State of ACJC Food", where I rated all the stalls in the canteen).

Then I realised how NJC is like really a retarded place to be cos the locked the gates that faced Dunearn Road cos it was the back of the school. So Shaun and I had to walk one big round to the front of the school (deep inside Hillcrest Road) get to the bus stop along Dunearn Road. Then, you know, at that time about after 11am, the clouds became super dark and lightning was everywhere. By the time I was in my bus to go back to Chancery Court, it was raining like shit. So I rushed into Cold Storage to grab some food and came out to see the worst kind of rain possible. Then like now, how to reach ACJC in time for band?!

After waiting unsuccessfully for the rain to stop, I obtained an umbrella somehow and went to meet Timmiie in the middle of the rain to return back his ez-link card (which I took it on Thursday and failed to capitalize on the chance to siphon some money). Then I took a bus 48 to holland village and got wet all over in spite of the umbrella. Then I offered to get extra food for the clarinets who were starving in band as they ordered damn little food. When Melvin said get oyster omelette without oyster, I'm like why call it OYSTER omelette in the first place?! When I ordered it, the auntie wasn't that surprised... -.- Then I freaking carried all the food in the heavy shitty rain back to the bus stop. My shoes became soaked like shit by this time. And then got a bus to school.

So I reached school at 1.30pm, by chance, I don't know how. Ms Sng seemed to be scolding someone so I had to go by the lift way. Then yay, the MEP people also came at the same time as me and we went to eat in the void deck. Pity lumpy and sam ho who ate like nothing much for lunch cos of the little food ordered, but they didn't want any more food so never mind. So in the end, we went for band like damn late. haha. And lucky Dr Lee wasn't there to conduct, only Ben. Was a pretty productive session, with the rhapsody on the theme of paganini.

Anyway rain spoilt the day. I had to ensure rehearsal with wet shoes, which is retarded. Even now, my shoes still smell smelly. So yeah, rain should die.

wols stuff

wols is the euphemism for well... slow.

Fun-o-rama pictures first.





I love blood. :D

Well. The last one is real blood.

So my class got 2nd for the games stall in the fun-o-rama. 2nd because of the dunking machine (which is cheating). So about $2800 for a small stall. Yeah. So from now on, I love soap. I love Lux, Dove and Sunsilk. So First prize - soap. Second prize - shampoo. Third prize - soap. That sponsor provided us with the ammo for just the weapon we needed for attracting a neverending supply of customers - sure win, or we pay your coupons back in cash. Muhahaha. So for our win, we got tickets to go to the bird park. Since my class shirt says: "we.mug", I doubt that we will ever go. D:

Second comes H3 Physics. I feel that Mr Tan or TYS is so kind in helping Shaun and I in our shitty understanding of quantum mechanics and the Schrodinger Equation, cos our external H3 course only touches the very "surface" of this topic. Shaun asked him whether we could join in on the internal H3 lessons to learn some bit. He instantly said yeah. I mean like, where else can you find such a nice physics tutor? So last Friday (not this one), we went to join the class for lessons. We came out as if we knew everything there was to know. YAY!

Third comes General Paper common test. I swear I could have done the test without reading the GP package (yes, I did read, as always... SA1 mentality again D:). This time, they gave the title of the article where you are supposed to look for the stuff (yay). Apparently, a handful of them required only reading a little and you would already see the stuff you want. Like they want you to define "social norm" and obviously it's at the top of article. But seriously, the last few parts of the test seem retarded cos there isn't any clear cut stuff you can copy. I hear my GP tutor is gonna complain against the easy peasy test cos it was seriously (no-brainer)^10000. I also hear that the J1 GP common test is like the articles/questions are in random order. That is seriously (gg)^10000000. If that really happens, I think more than 1/2 of the level would fail. Must as well don't take. Hmm... if only someone can confirm my rumour, or it had already happened...

On Friday, it was PW result day and as expected, I got A! YAY!!! Among my group members, Jia Yi and I got A, and Kok and YongYe got B. You know what? I'm not happy.
YongYe should get A for his effort to be involved. And especially, Kok certainly deserves something higher than A. He was the one who single-handedly made our event a success. (Mind you, our event was actually done properly in its full glory.) He was the one who could outspeak and bullshit his way through Q & A and OP. Damn. Being the group leader, I should have at least take some time off to edit their 3 individual written components. Blah. Anyway, sometimes bad luck gets into the way even though you put in all the effort. Since the results are final, there's no point complaining for them. I still feel that our group should have got a full A grade though.

Also on Friday, Dabid, Bel, Zan, Mark, Han and I took a blue slip to collect our NRP prizes. So we went to the school of media, arts, design whatever in NTU, where the ceremony, the NRP opening for 2008 was held too. The J1s who were participating also went and I realized that almost all of them were foreigners, with like many Vietnamese, which is a surprising large contrast from my batch. So we mingled around with them (and Han mingled with her juniors in their language).

So what happened during the presentation ceremony was that the programme booklet had the name slip that had my name attached that we were supposed to pass on to the usher before going on stage to collect our prizes. When I went to the front to line up, I realized that I had not brought my programme booklet. So I went back to my seat, and to my horror, I didn't know where the hell was the damn booklet, which I knew that I left on my bag. I searched everywhere and couldn't find it. So I went back to line up and they told me I would not get onto the stage to receive my prize. I was like wtf after that and reluctantly went back to my seat, feeling out of place. Damn, missed the chance to shake the hand of the dean of the engineering school which only gold award recipients got to! I watched everyone go up stage, except me, which is damn retarded.

Unexpectedly, at the end of the entire ceremony, some idiot SAJC guy gave me back my programme booklet, with the slip of paper attached, without a word. I was too shocked to say anything to that guy, becoming instantly totally wtf. I thought, forget it, I can't be bothered tell off that ccb in front of everybody. So in the end, I still got my award, but I still can't stand the fact that I was sabotaged. I mean that guy could have noticed me searching for something and asked me whether I was searching for the programme booklet, which he never did. What a knnccb kind of guy.

The end of wols stuff. On to the tneserp.

Monday, April 07, 2008

clarinet quotes

My original compiled list of clarinet quotes! :D

Nonsense: My eyes are too big, my nose is too flat, my ears stick out, my mouth is too big and my face is too small... my body is thin as a clarinet and my ankles are so skinny that I wear two pairs of bobby socks because I don't want people to see how thin they are. - Goldie Hawn

BOOOO: Clarinet, n. An instrument of torture operated by a person with cotton in his ears. There are two instruments worse than a clarinet- two clarinets - ambrose bierce 'the devils dictionary' 1906

(BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)^10000:
I started in elementary school. I tried clarinet first since my mom had played it but I didn't like it. When I tried the violin it was like, 'Wow, this is fun.' It's like my passion. I love playing the violin. - Eric Vargas

Yay: In addition to my love of chamber music -- and the clarinet among wind instruments probably has the richest repertoire -- I also want my students to hear me in this setting. They all come to the orchestra pretty regularly. - Ron Samuels

Nice: Actually, when I was very young, first starting to play, I think I probably listened more to clarinet players than to saxophones. -Gerry Mulligan

Nicer:
On the new album, for example, I'm specifically thinking about the bass clarinet all the time because I love it so much. - John Grant

Wisdom: The ability to play the clarinet is the ability to overcome the imperfections of the instrument. There's no such thing as a perfect clarinet, never was and never will be. - Jack Brymer

Good: Benny Goodman was one of the big influences as a clarinet player. That's why I wanted the clarinet. - Lee Konitz (YEAH BLUE SHADES!)

Better: I look at my clarinet sometimes and I think, I wonder what's going to come out of there tonight? You never know. - Acker Bilk

Best: Please do not shoot the clarinettist. He is doing his best. - Oscar Wilde (modified from pianist)

request

Hey, a request here. If any grammatical error or bad usage of words are found in the the story I wrote and posted, please write in the comments. At the moment, I found only one at the last paragraph. I know there are more out there so please help out. Thanks.

Sock: Please tell me the errors you found yeah? And btw, I do have one of my old stories published in the acs barker road school yearbook 2006 CD , so that kind of proves I do have something haha.

Others: Thanks for everyone's praise and support. I appreciate everyone's, especially shaun, adi and zaneth.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

acknowledgements

Well, if you have read the story below, well-informed ones will know that I borrowed stuff from like anywhere and everywhere. haha. So thanks to:

The title The Blue Whale comes from the 3rd movement of Blue Horizons, the band piece. And some of the words in the first paragraph came from there haha.

The idea about airships and Sky Pirate came from Final Fantasy XII Revenant Wings. Esperna comes from becoming the two terms Esper and Galbana.

The idea about the robot Elle comes from two Japanese manga/anime... Solty from Solty Rei (the blog's name came from here too) and Rave Master (you see that 3773 and the name Elle comes from here, so if you turned 3773 upside down, it looks like ELLE.)

Melvin the pilot and sky pirate is associated with yeah, the real-life pilot wanna-be. lol. Gatsby comes from The Great Gatsby. It's a great book.

Shiaran comes from Shia Islam. If you have read carefully, they broke away from Iraq. Since current affairs tells you that there is a Sunni/Shia split in Iraq at present, it seems that they could break up eventually. And since there's inter-Shia rivalry, if someone could unite the Shi'ites, it could probably be a Fascist.

The idea about the metamaterials invisibility device comes from the 2 guys beside my booth during the Singapore Science and Engineering Fair 2008 period. They managed to make an object invisible at microwave wavelengths though.

Thanks to Wiki, I could research on things I don't even know such as the fusion reactor and the magnetoplasmadynamic thrusters.

Man, I just found a grammatical mistake in the last paragraph. argh.

Anyway, thanks to all supporters.

Monday, March 31, 2008

the blue whale (full version)

The full version. yay. I submitted it for the science chronicles contest. 2499 words. 10 days was all it took to complete.


There it was - the Blue Whale. The grey colossal monolith of airship machinery that resembled blue whale was aptly named. The huge, elegant, uncontested queen of the skies hovered magnificently beneath the wings of the Esperna. From afar, the Esperna appeared dwarfed to the point of insignificance.

Within the confines of the Esperna, handsome and dark-haired pilot Melvin ‘Sky Pirate’ Gatsby gasped when he saw the Blue Whale. He could not believe it. He had been searching for it for five years, but there it was, beneath the Esperna, over the Mediterranean Sea.

"Elle, report to the Pentagon that we have found our number one target," Melvin said to his partner sitting beside him at the cockpit.

Immediately, Elle went into a trance-like state, but that was no surprise to Melvin. His partner was the most brilliant product of artificial intelligence in the year 2109. Beneath her appearance as a beautiful lady was an intricate piece of quantum computing that allowed her to behave, feel and respond like a human. As she was made to protect Melvin as he conducted clandestine operations during the Shiaran War five years before, she was armed with powerful bionic muscles and a superior reflex system that could swiftly eradicate any form of physical danger. She was a formidable robot with a heart.

Elle snapped out of her state and replied, "The Pentagon has given us orders to infiltrate the target and capture Ahmad al-Hashimi. Reinforcements are coming in two hours."

That name, Ahmad al-Hashimi, reverberated through Melvin and invoked an intense fear in him. Many people remembered Ahmad al-Hashimi as the dictator president of the state of Shiaran, but Melvin remembered him as the scientist who caused the loss a million of his American comrades during the Shiaran War eight years before. Amid his disquietude, he thought about the man who managed to squeeze a solid-state laser into rifle, instantly turning a once weak military force into a force that could match the superpower.

All that was ever known of Al-Hashimi’s whereabouts was encapsulated in a short entry in his diary found after the war:

June 12 2101

Ever since we broke free from Iraqi rule, I have led Shiaran to prosperity. But that despicable US President Smith wants to go to war with me because ‘dictatorship has no place in the 22nd century’! If it is the case that he wants me to leave, I shall leave! I shall leave in the Blue Whale and leave the mess that Smith is going to create. In three years’ time, up in the clouds, I shall live in paradise, never to be seen by the world again.

In fact, the Shiaran War was started due to a series of events. In the 2090s, disaster struck the oil-driven Shiaran economy when its once plenteous oil reserves that it depended on started to run out. Certainly, desperate measures had to be made. Just in time, American scientists had invented a fusion reactor that gave such a high net output of energy, that it outshone all other similar reactors. As Shiaran and America shared hostile relations, al-Hashimi could not obtain the technology. In an act of vindictiveness, al-Hashimi conspired to steal the fusion reactor blueprints. His spies succeeded in doing so and they brought the holy grail of fusion technology to him.

At that time, Melvin was a spy in Shiaran. In a treacherous mission three months after al-Hashimi had obtained the fusion reactor blueprints, Melvin was given orders to infiltrate a Shiaranian government research centre and report on its activities. By disguising himself as a research scientist that worked there, he managed to slip past security.

During the mission, he found a sophisticated, colossal, cylinder-shaped machine in a room. The intricate assembly of thick white tubes and wires which concentrated at the top of the cylinder cascaded down the side of the machine to various awkward extensions. Beneath the thick canopy of tubes and wires was a wide circular tube, which reminded Melvin of a massive metal donut. No doubt that what he had found was a fusion reactor. But something was amiss. America had never shared is any of its fusion technology to Shiaran. He thought, surely, did they not steal the technology from America?

“Dr al-Sadr, you have broken the orders of the State by being in this room. Hence, I have to kill you,” said a deep Arabic voice behind Melvin.

Melvin spun around and saw a non-descript guard a distance away pointing a rifle at him that he had never seen before. Then, all he saw was the trigger being pulled and his left arm burst into pain. He saw the guard pulling the trigger a second time, but he felt no pain anywhere else. Mustering enough strength, Melvin grabbed his silenced pistol and sent a shot through the guard’s neck. The guard fell to the ground. Grimacing in pain, Melvin looked at his injured arm and found the huge wound unusual. Surprisingly, it was a large mess of blood and flesh that did not bleed profusely, unlike an ordinary bullet wound. He concealed his injured arm in the white waistcoat that he was wearing. Then he strode out of the room, without bothering to inspect the deadly weapon that caused his agony and escaped from the research centre.

Melvin managed to survive the ordeal to report his finding of a fusion reactor in Shiaran to the Pentagon. However, he lost his left arm, for doctors found it impossible to save it. Thus, he was fitted with a prosthetic arm, and he became known as the Sky Pirate.

When the Pentagon heard of Melvin’s finding, further investigations led it to conclude that it was indeed Shiaran had stolen American technology. US President Ronald Smith was so enraged by the thought of Shiaranian spies in his country that he demonstrated his hostile stance against Fascism by declaring war on Shiaran. In his famous speech in 2101 before the war, President Smith said, “Shiaran has done us a great wrong by stealing our technology. And America will not accept the oppression of people anywhere in the world. As dictatorship has no place in the 22nd century, we, America, declare war on Shiaran. We will capture al-Hashimi at all costs.”

Three years later, the Shiaran War ended – at a great cost. Shiaranian laser technology had kept the American offensive at bay for a long time, resulting in the death of many American soldiers, until a tactical error by the Shiaranian forces broke the deadlock and the force was almost promptly destroyed. Unexpectedly, when American forces started the hunt for al-Hashimi, he could not be found.

Five years later, Melvin had found al-Hashimi. He had to be somewhere in the Blue Whale. But the impediment was the problem of getting into the Blue Whale. In his usual intrepid style, he encircled the Esperna around the Blue Whale. Then he found the solution in the form of a peculiar hole in the Blue Whale. The minute hole was just the right size for the Esperna.

“We can enter the hole!” exclaimed Melvin, “But how did that come about?”

“Current reports say that a small French airship had disappeared four hours ago. Perhaps this may be what it had crashed into,” said Elle.

“Could it have caused the elusive Blue Whale to appear?”

“I guess so. Given that US intelligence recently uncovered a Shiaranian document that cites the invention of a cloaking device based on metamaterials that allows the object within the device to remain undetectable within a wide range of wavelengths of light, my guess is that coating on the Blue Whale has been destroyed by the crash,” then Elle added, “I think that also explains why it doesn’t have weapons, because its inhabitants can’t see what goes on outside.”

“That seems logical enough,” said Melvin, as he guided the airship propelled by magnetoplasmadynamic thrusters towards the direction of the hole. As the relatively tiny white eagle-shaped airship swiftly entered the hole and landed on a platform, he spotted several shadows through the window that suddenly seemed to stop moving.

In an expeditious response, Melvin leapt out from the Esperna and delivered a blow to the first human he saw, knocking the human out. Elle followed suit and nimbly knocked out three others who were holding a bulky metal plate.

“Someone’s escaping! Immobilise him!” shouted Melvin, as he pointed towards a corridor.

Elle’s powerful legs carried her towards her comparably snail-like target, and like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, she rammed her fists into the man’s limbs. The man fell on his knees and yelled Arabic expletives. Melvin caught up with Elle and told the man in Arabic to shut up and answer his questions.

“What do you want?” asked the man, whose face was hidden by the darkness of the corridor.

“Where is al-Hashimi?” demanded Melvin.

Hesitantly, the man replied, “I don’t know.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know!” said Melvin. He held his pistol at point-blank range on the man’s temple in a bid to coerce obedience.

The man was compelled and said, “You win. He’s probably in the ballroom having a feast at this time. It’s a long way straight through the corridor in the opposite direction, until you reach the grand staircase.”

So the Blue Whale must be like some resort in the sky, thought Melvin. He continued, “So does he know about the crash?”

“No. He does not know.”

Perfect, thought Melvin and he knocked out the man. Elle and Melvin turned and headed towards the opposite corridor. At the corner of his eyes, he spotted the French military crest among the debris. So Elle must have been right. Those were the remains of the French airship, thought Melvin.

The corridor seemed like a trail that never ended. Occasionally, great gleaming white doors appeared on the dull grey walls. They continued to walk until they heard a commotion that sounded like a cacophony of unusual sounds.

“Can you hear that?” asked Melvin.

“Yes, and it’s coming from that door,” replied Elle.

“Let’s open it,” said an inquisitive Melvin.

As they opened the great door, they were blinded by the bright lights that resembled daylight. Then, they were awed by what they saw. Endless rows of cages that contained chickens, cows and other animals lined the room. In the adjacent room that was separated by a large glass sheet, an amazing array of fruits and vegetables were grown.

Great. A farm here? That is interesting. It must be the power of the fusion reactor that al-Hashimi stole from America, thought Melvin.

Finally Elle declared, “I don’t sense humans here.”

“Perhaps there is really a feast now. Let’s move,” replied Melvin.

The pair continued on walking an interminable path that finally led to a white door at the end. They opened the door and they thought that they had stepped into a hotel. An elaborate great wooden staircase caught their eye. Other than the staircase, the design hinted an influence of minimalism with its vast plain white empty spaces. Strangely, there was nobody around.

“I hear some faint noises on the left,” said Elle. As she turned to face the left, she saw that they had been looking for. It was the ballroom.

Melvin pointed to the air vent on the ceiling and said, “Perhaps we could sneak in through that.”

Elle’s jumped up into the air duct and she assisted Melvin up into it. Then they crawled towards the direction of the ballroom. Once they were in the ballroom, through the many tiny slits in the air vents, they could see many familiar faces: Shiaran’s top military officers and al-Hashimi’s family. Definitely, a feast was happening. Finally, they spotted a plump man with a distinctive brush-like moustache in his usual medal-laden military suit. It was him – Ahmad al-Hashimi. He was about to exit the ballroom, with two armed guards in tow.

“Nice. A brilliant opportunity,” whispered Melvin.

Melvin and Elle trailed the procession out of the ballroom and through a white door. As al-Hashimi ambled through an endless corridor, the pair crawled and prepared for an ambush.

“I sense only these three people. Let’s move in.” whispered Elle.

Melvin cautiously removed the air vent and Elle landed on the ground silently. She approached the two guards from behind and slammed their heads against the wall, effectively making them unconscious.

“Watch out behind!” shouted Melvin, “There’s another –”

But it was too late. One side of Elle’s abdomen had melted in an instant. Elle immediately drew her pistol and shot through her assailant’s skull. Then, Melvin saw that al-Hashimi had taken out an aberrant pistol to shoot at Elle. He knew that he had to act.

As he dropped down from the air duct to save Elle, he heard a deafening bang coming from his left arm. He landed on the floor and lay prostrate as he watched Elle’s body being bombarded by unseen forces.

“No! 3773!” he screamed in disbelief.

Al-Hashimi held a stone gaze on Melvin and demanded, with his pistol aimed at Melvin, “You American fool, how did you get in here?”

“I…”

Melvin quickly regained his resolute self and thought of a plan.

Finally, al-Hashimi muttered, “You shall die.”

“Wait! Let me kiss my woman before you kill me.”

Al-Hashimi stood stupefied as Melvin hauled Elle onto his chest and kissed her on her lips. After he had done so, Melvin said, “I have set up a bomb here. In ten minutes’ time, she’s gonna blow.”

Al-Hashimi laughed and said, “You American fool, you have underestimated me. The fusion reactor’s in the adjacent room and once I kill you, I will escape and your body’s going down with the Blue–”

Al-Hashimi suddenly fell to the ground, motionless. Melvin had shot a tranquilliser using a concealed gun in a ring on his right middle finger. He realised that he had made a grave mistake of setting up the bomb that would destroy the Blue Whale. He had to escape quickly. He also remembered that he was not to kill al-Hashimi. So with his right arm, he tried to drag the body, but al-Hashimi was so heavy that Melvin knew that he had no choice but to leave the body.

Within eight minutes, Melvin sprinted and retraced his steps back to the Esperna. Once he sat in the cockpit, he was hit by the heart-wrenching thought of his missing partner. He flew the Esperna out of the Blue Whale, whilst reporting to the Pentagon about the mishap. In the distance, he witnessed the Blue Whale losing altitude, falling into the mist below.

Some days later, in a speech to the American public, Melvin said, “Americans, we have just ended an era in which our selfishness to share technology have led to technology going against us. Let us mend our ways by sharing technology with every nation, regardless of our ideological differences, for the failure to share technology breeds contempt.”

Friday, March 21, 2008

the blue whale

Perhaps it's time for some major blogging article/story.

Although I'm kind of feeling screwed all over and having a headache after attempting the stupid maths tutorial on complex numbers and the physics tutorial on electromagnetism, it's time to write something on the science chronicles. So here goes on Sci-Fi story. Uh, it's just a probable starting. haha.

There it was - The Blue Whale. The colossal monolith of airship machinery that resembled blue whale was aptly named. The huge, elegant, uncontested queen of the skies hovered magnificently beneath the wings of the Esperna. From afar, the Esperna appeared dwarfed to the point of insignificance.

Within the confines of the Esperna, Melvin "Sky Pirate" Gatsby gasped when he saw the Blue Whale with his own eyes. He could not believe it. Normally, the refractive optics of the Blue Whale kept it invisible to the naked eye, but there it was, in front of the Esperna.

"Elle, report to the Pentagon that we have found our target." Melvin said to his partner sitting beside him at the cockpit.

Immediately, Elle went into a trance-like state, but that was no surprise to Melvin. His partner was the most brilliant product of artificial intelligence in the year 2109. Beneath her appearance as a beautiful lady was an intricate piece of quantum computing that allowed her to behave, feel and respond like a human. That was not all. As she was made to protect Melvin as he conducted clandestine operations on the Enemy, she was armed with powerful bionic muscles and a superior reflex system that can swiftly eradicate any form of physical danger. She was a formidable robot with a heart.

Elle snapped out of her state and fluently replied, "The Pentagon has given us orders to infiltrate the target and locate the fusion reactor of the Blue Whale. Reinforcements are on the way."

........ THE END.

This is not the end.

as good as gold

yucks! band ended at like 10.30pm and I left acjc like 11pm. The latest ever on a normal practice day. Damn tired. But still have energy to play 1 hour of piano haha.

I personally think that I sucked today so I decided to bring back the E-flat clarinet home to practice on Good Friday. I hope that I won't make mistakes during the concert like today, such as screwing up all the solos and missing out the parts that I'm supposed to play cos I somehow forgot to come in. And I hope that the E-flat clarinet works on the concert day, like the stupid super high resistance B key in the altissimo range and the high D, which its tuning is damn variable every practice. I seriously dunno what to do with them, especially with the B key. Help!

Anyway, enough of all these shit. So 2 days ago, I was damn happy cos my NRP got gold. At last, I have some sort of personal achievement in my JC days. All the other crap competitions that I joined all failed, haha. CSI, SSEF, Physics Olympiad, Temasek Seminar... Are there others? Never mind. So there's one more, called the science chronicles, that is due in 10 more days. I'm supposed to write a short sci-fi story in 10 days! omg. 2500 words. Wish me luck here.

So. uh. Have a GOOD good friday. and three cheers for NRP. and remember that Jesus died on the cross for you today. but don't worry, he will rise again in 3 days time. uhm that's random...