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...

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

no a

Term results look like shit.

GP: C --> B in the report :D
Maths: B :(((((
Econs: B --> C in the report :((((((((
Physics: VR -.- (don't ask me what this means, I mean I saw it on the class scoresheet)
Chemistry: VR -.-

Where the hell is the A?!?! I hate this shit results. So I need to work harder this term. So like I go and revise the whole J1 work within this term and freaking keep the GP resource file updated and finish up the right word and read up near-impossible to understand physics for the damn H3. That is a lot of work. -.- I swear prelims I'm making sure I'm gonna own.

So ac band concert's coming up on 24 march. Practices are going on overdrive recently and will continue on. I'm tired. And I hate to say this, but I have to say that the J1s are seriously laggggggggggging. So I suggest that all of them should go back to the basics and do technical stuff right after the concert and do this stuff on their own. Hopefully, their tone and running notes and tuning can improve.

Blue horizon's tuning today was real bad. And if I say tuning is bad, it is really bad cos my ear sucks at hearing this kind of thing. Must be the change of environment to the VG... or is it everyone is damn tired?

Thursday, March 13, 2008

the real one at HSGP in vietnam

orientation couple dance in vietnam

That is me dancing with Han on the far right. Zaneth the boss says I'm ownage cos I danced with the goddess. Ok, whatever man.

Sunday, March 09, 2008

long day

today was a long long long day. Finally, it's over. yay.

H3 test was kind of bad and horrible.
Presentation rehearsal for the ACJC science symposium went horribly.
Dr Lee had this sarcastic look on his face when he looked at me.
Yucks, there's band on monday. And then band camp from Thursday to Saturday and the timetable look shitty. Looking at it makes me want to puke because there's so much sectionals and combined! ARGH!

BUT:
Alumni concert was nice! yay.
My frisbee catching skills leveled up!

Friday, March 07, 2008

chinese and a levels

Chinese A level results: C.

Retake: No. Never ever, not after that O level disaster of C5 for both tries, which possibly cost me my A1 for combined humanities and hence, my valedictorian and OBA gold medal. Furthermore, my Chinese is cmi type, and has gone worse after not using it often enough for months.

Future A level: Imagine next year. Yel expects me to go up the stage as one of the top people, with the band cheering me on. Ok, I will try my best.

Present A level: Congrats to some of my J3 band seniors like ming xuan, bize, zhenrong.
Anyway, I dunno whether to say it's bad or not. It's just that relatively fewer people are actually up on the stage this year. They say that it's because of the new syllabus, but I still think otherwise, that the college's standard dropped a little.

That's enough for today. I have to study for that H3 physics test tomorrow. Counted for A levels man. Must be serious!

Thursday, March 06, 2008

ssef day of results

ACJC medal tally: 2 silver. 2 bronze.

Shaun Sim: 2 silvers. So happy for him.
Lam and Tamojoy: 1 bronze each.
Me: Nothing. COP as usual. So no personal achievements so far in JC life. D:

So after the thing, the rest of us who got nothing were damn demoralised (especially that Shaun Ng, who was laying his head on the table the whole time) and simply see that Shaun Sim being happy. He must have been the happiest guy out there, having won a lot in a recent spate. He just won the material science quiz with Shaun Ng, Adi and Annabel. Now, 2 silvers. Congrats man. You are the man, Shaun.

Now, he's talking about joining other competitions and doing another project. Big deal but I don't even recommend that. He's simply killing himself off. What he needs is a real paper qualification called the A levels. He should get down to work on his real studies. Seriously, he's collected enough stuff to get all the top universities to want him. And someone needs to stop him from depriving the rest of Singapore their trophies.

Whatever. We had to expect it. No point talking about why none of us (the rest) won anything. We tried our best to convince the judges. Including me. We had to blame the system. From there, we thought out a hypothesis.

There is a correlation between the amount of research funding you receive and the awards you attain. So, the more money you receive, the higher your chances of bagging an award.

You see, most of the prize winners are that of A*star related projects and that MIT projects. In case you don't know, a*star is freaking rich, in fact overly funded by the garment. Ah, and MIT, is world famous. So you will get well-known professors if you were to be attached to these places. And you get the super cheem looking projects that bag prizes.

On the other hand, NTU and NUS are worse off. Less money means less wonderful and original projects to do. Maybe something like mine is in this category.

Obviously, deviations do happen. Like the RJC guy who figured out some "new" mathematical formula which he calls the 'wong tong bi-circular something something'. The whole poster was nothing but a mathematical proof. Neat. No big research plan required. All he needed was a Sec 4 A maths book and his brains. And according to him, he stumbled across this.

The strange case that tried to kill off our hypothesis was that of an MIT project that failed to bag a prize. Shaun Ng says something like "Does that mean that MIT projects are at the same level as ours?" Ironic. Because many Singapore projects actually beat it. haha.

Then you will realise. SSEF is all about luck. Not effort (for this, you get the judges' praise, but not the material thing that you need from them). Not the presentation of your poster or how attractive your poster is (The fact is: they mostly choose projects with horribly wordy posters that no person can read without concentrating hard enough on the words). If you happen to have a bout of creativity like the guy two paragraphs ago, yes, you will win something, provided that you got avenues that allow you to search for professors who can mentor you. However, the fact is, I think, most of the good and well-funded projects are projects that the professors thought about and are not of the student's ideas (unless they are so well-read that they actually can make hypotheses in that research field, which is like how rare). Those projects so happens to be the projects which only the selected few will ever make it.

So if I say that SSEF is all about luck, it will be wise to choose your project wisely. Don't be like me to go and choose one that has more or less reached the full bloom of its research potential. Choose one that may as well give you a chance to use your creativity to come up with something new. Again, this choosing part is all about luck, as you may never get what you desire as the chances of getting into a programme like SRP which allows you to have the freedom of choice is rare. The main idea is that getting the right project to start with is the key to winning something.

SSEF should also introduce more awards like something like the most popular poster award. Seriously, the guys beside my booth were having the time of their lives entertaining interested students from Hwa Chong, Dunman, NUS High and everywhere else. I seriously feel damn bad for them as they won nothing in the end. Unfair right? Ok, their poster title was "Headlines: Muggles invent invisibility cloak". Aren't you interested to hear it? Sounds magical. A sure crowd-puller, but not an award-puller, sadly.

So, to end off, here are some final hints to choosing wisely: Aim for biotechnology projects and never for electronics. After all, the person in charge of ssef is a biology professor.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

ssef day of judgement

All is well. Well is all.

SSEF day of judgement turned out just fine. No serious hiccups from me, except for the unusual worrying at the last judge. So I expect something good tomorrow unless my project is CMI as compared to other projects.

Was it all really that good?

The food was wtf. wtf. wtf. They give you a packet of rice with a thin slice of fish cake, a small scoop of omelette and effed up chicken drumstick doused with curry. After that, I wasn't even full so I went to get Macs. Then I realised, I've been eating Macs 1 million times this week. gg. Next term PE is gg. napfa is gg. go army early liao.

My black leather shoes were as usual horrible to wear. It's so tight all over. Now, my feet just feels sore. My blazer smells like shit too.

So anyway, today at the fair I was feeling damn high. So had a lot of fun socialising and also stoning at the same time cos had to wait damn damn long for the judges to come to judge the booth. Boring lah. But all the 3 judges are the friendly kind, not the super sarcastic and skeptical and all the s words. To have them, you have to be damn lucky.

So Zan has been right all along, it's all about luck. haha.

Monday, March 03, 2008

maths D:

Horror of horrors! Stupid maths term exam paper can go and die. Freaking tedious working. Unusual mind blanks at vectors and question 2. blah. you know it. I shan't go on. annabel says she lost 15 marks. hello, she's the winner of the founder's day top science student award. I'm not too close, at 18 marks.

I go study for econs and look forward to preparing for SSEF after it. work work work.

And happy birthday aunty. aka. qi en. eh, don't grow up lah.

Saturday, March 01, 2008

founder's day

Morning was spent going for piano lessons, reading research papers and researching on more shit. Half past noon, I left home for Macs at funan to settle the presentation for the freaking poster presentation on Wednesday.

That rv guy was late - again. Always late one. Idiot. Freaking irresponsible. He was the one who said meet at 1pm and he came like 20 minutes late. Yesterday too, about 25 minutes late. All the time late. Wah lao, waste time. Say sorry also still late. That's why eugene said must scold him. I will scold him if he comes late on Tuesday. He will be sorry if it really happens!

Meeting went smoothly. Many stuff settled. :D Nothing interesting.

Yup, all these crap even when term exams starts on Monday. Luckily I don't need to take the papers on Wednesday - physics and chemistry, otherwise gg.

Oh, later I'm going to receive the ACS OBA silver medal at the founder's day dinner. So happy, not because of the medal, but because there's free $100 dinner for 3 people. Yay! Dabid Loo is getting gold cos I didn't beat him, according to the barker road school, at O levels. Damn stupid, but this is history. A levels is more important, so, who cares?

I'm so going to study liao. No time already.