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...by backing the Reds. On nine out of ten other days Ronaldo would have buried that to make it 3-1, so the thinking wasn't bad. The fact is that I'm now at $1040.50/$1100, though this week brings what must be the biggest odds for a Man Utd win at home - $2.35, to be exact. A draw? Noooooo... $50 on Man U to beat Chelski (at 2.35) $20 on Man U (-1.5) vs Chelski (5.00) $20 on two goals in the above match (3.30) $10 on A-H in the above match (24.00!)
- changelog - Proposition A: I need to mug as much as I can. Proposition B: Creating new content takes time away from mugging. Conclusion: No more, until the 4th of December sees off my Philosophy paper. Exception: Will still chip in a punt on the mouth-watering Man U vs Chelski game. Mystification: On how the exceptional Cristano Ronaldo can deliver pinpoint crosses by kicking around his standing foot, while missing the proverbial barn wall from five yards. At least Man U were ahead, so they could have a good laugh about it - must be the miss of the season, though not of all time. Good reminder that it happens to the best of us. Cognition: Another theme explored by two modules (Problem Solving in Computing and Introduction to Psychology). Watch this video (~ 7 MB) and count the number of passes made by the team in white. How many passes were made by them? This was the 2004 winner for the Ig Nobel Prize in Psychology, though hardly the most distinguished, considering the sheer quality of some of the honoured achievements. Outsourcing prayers (2004 Economics Prize), finding that chickens prefer beautiful humans (2003 Interdisciplinary Research Prize) and inventing a car alarm with built-in flamethrower (1999 Peace Prize) all surpass it in my opinion. Singapore can be proud to have one of the earliest winners (check the list, Psychology Prize for 1994) - no winners for the real deal yet, but surely it's only a matter of time; We've attracted the Centennial Exhibition of the Nobel Prize to our fair shores (went for a quick look-see with tpk some time ago), and Albert Einstein accepted his 1921 Nobel Prize in Physics here! Recognition (Optical Character): Ever come into possession of scanned documents in PDF format (such as past-year exam papers from the NUS Library Portal), and despaired over extracting the text in them? Here's a two-step process for quick and easy conversion. First, download PDF Image Extraction Wizard (728 KB), a compact freeware utility that converts the PDF file into BMP images. It occasionally produces inverted images (white text on black base), which can either manually be fixed by inverting with MS Paint, or a Photoshop batch command). Next, download SimpleOCR (9.28 MB), another freeware that happens to work great with the BMPs produced by the PDF Image Extraction Wizard. Add all the BMP images produced previously at one go, then convert them all and voila! Instant Word document! Reproduction: Can't afford The Sims? Gene Pool with some imagination can serve as a cut-down version; the organisms simulated by it vary in size and shape, but share two characteristics - they want to mate, and they want food (for energy to mate more). They're only collections of little coloured rods, so there's not much to look at in this respect, but I still spent a free hour in the SoC comp lab managing their little world. Digression: I was going crazy trying to find the name of a problem I encountered some time ago: Given a known, fixed number of applicants for a job, and that each of these applications can be uniquely ranked in relation to each other (so that after encountering each applicant, one can say whether he is better or worse than each application before him), and finally that the applicants are interviewed one by one, but has to be immediately accepted or rejected for ever, is there a good strategy to follow in hiring? Obviously, if one accepts the first applicant no matter what, on average he would be just that - the average applicant. One could take a look at all the applicants, but then one would be forced to hire the last one, with the same result. It turns out that the problem is known as optimal stopping, and that there is a recognized solution. I like this sort of math. Animation: 
Teapotahedron (1987 SIGGRAPH image) The last two labs of CS3241; Some fractal-inspired star thingy that was preconceived as a shell, and the famous Utah Teapot (a.k.a the sixth Platonic solid, as above), rendered with cubic Bezier curves. Alteration: changelog v1.04c --------------- * Finally, metatags. Nobody uses them now, but let them be there. * Blue bar for the minima in Site Statistics. Current day no longer counts for minima. * Bunch of 80 x 15 buttons added unobstructively under the links section, including long-due credit to Imageshack. Hohoho.
- current events - Nine days to my first final paper (Computer Networks), and on top of that GST's set to rise to 7%. Well, okay, I'm not too bothered about the second event; Since GST is a regressive tax, shouldn't the poorest have the most to fear? Yes and no, as supposedly the "hike was necessary to finance the enhanced social safety nets needed to help the lower income group". Then, is it a mechanism for subsidizing them by taking from the better-off, i.e. welfare? Lord forbid! That's a dirty word in Singapore! We'll have to wait till next February to hear the details, but two concerns can be identified early. Firstly, are the safety nets going to be lasting? If I recall, the last time GST rose, much of the offset consisted of one-time Economic Restructuring Shares to the tune of approximately $1200 in total. Now the rise doesn't sound that bad, does it? For an additional 2% GST, a person's consumption would need to exceed $60000 before that $1200 would be expended. The question now is, how long will it take to spend that $60k? At $10/day, it would take 16 years - but that must be somewhat minimal, roughly three square meals and transportation; But in this sense, the claim that the poorest are assisted the most appears true, for the payment should stretch the furthest. Unless they happened not to have any cash in their CPF account, or were marginally underaged at the time of issue - being 18 years old in 2002 would have meant forgoeing all the money, and presumably the unlucky adolescent would have much the same needs as a 21 year-old "adult". This all-or-nothing cutoff point is an example of another troublesome point about policies - If some help is available to families with a combined household income of say $800, what happens to those unfortunate enough to take in $850, and scrupulous enough not to underdeclare? Then, if the value of that help is $100, the second family would end up worse off due to an initially marginally higher income. Ultimately, it has to be seen if lowering direct taxes, which was the whole point of the increase, will bring the rising tide that floats all boats, or herald a race to the bottom. On a tangent, I wonder if inflation might ever be constructed as a universal tax of sorts - even illegal transactions would not be able to escape its clutch; Probably not, since it would likely to lead of hoarding of items with intrinsic value at levels high enough to matter, and that's a big no-no. By the way, one of its masters, the father of monetarism Milton Friedman, finally lost an argument in a way - he cannot now refute Keynes' statement that "in the long run, we are all dead". It is true that our tiny island-state will likely always be a follower of major trends in the international arena, which is nothing to be ashamed of really; Why should a domestic cat feel bad about being unable to outroar lions? Leadership in that respect belongs to the likes of the United States' President George W. Bush, one of the most powerful men on Earth. It was therefore fitting that Bush made a speech at one of the best universities in the world on Thursday, though I had no idea exactly where he was then. Maybe he got treated to some Middle Eastern fare by edchong, but hopefully not too much: 
A bird in the hand, is better than two in the Bush (Apologies to... nah, who am I kidding, it comes with the territory) Anyway, the security cordon around the President would have made that extremely difficult, and despite his own linguistic gaffes, attempting to approach him without clearance would have resulted in a serious beating around the Bush. Oh, and I'm still slightly ahead after ten weeks of punting, though Newcastle and Man City fizzled to a draw, and Liverpool were hopeless away again. Why do I even bother? $1040.50/$1000, most of it from my favourite club - let it continue! $100 on Man U (-1.5) vs Sheffield United (at 1.90) - 1st vs 17th, class will tell.
- + sim lim square - Last Friday, I was blissfully typing out my Information Systems summary, well aware that although I had a take-home exam and a 3D lab assignment to go, I was right on schedule, when my computer decided to hibernate out of nowhere. No response to the wake key as I frantically CPR-ed it, so I shrugged and pressed the power off button for a manual reboot. It had survived worse before, I figured. Not this time. I should add at this time that my system actually ran a GRUB boot loader from an ancient 20GB hard drive, a legacy from when I was experimenting briefly with Linux, and was a mishmash of parts, some salvaged from the computer I had before that, entirely assembled by myself in December 2004. An AMD Athlon 64 3000+ processor and an ATI RADEON 9600 PRO graphics card were the highlights, together with a 160GB SATA hard disk that I fiddled with until it could be detected in Windows XP - It never showed up as an IDE device at bootup. But it worked, which was good enough for me. Yes, the Programs menu soon got clogged up with applications of questionable utility that I never bothered to remove, and the drives got cluttered up likewise; Still, it was home, in the comfy way that happens when one arranges his stuff just so. At first, Windows XP could load partway, then freeze up. After a while, my 20GB boot disk returned an error. Okay, I disconnected it and tried to boot directly from my SATA disk which had Windows installed, and it all went downhill from there. After spending a night and most of the morning fruitlessly looking for a solution, I got the sinking feeling that tragically, like Mark Anthony, I had come to bury my computer, and not to raise it. Ducked down to Sim Lim Square with my dad on Sunday to get it fixed up, and threw in a new 200GB Seagate hard disk with a copy of Win XP Pro SP2. Retrieved just about everything from my academic folders, and went home with it on Monday afternoon only to watch the system crash every half hour or so. 
Alas, poor Perx! I knew him, Horatio Spent the uptime between crashes rushing my take-home exam and searching for possible reasons, and the help I Googled up on Tuesday indicated that something was probably wrong with my motherboard, graphics card, PSU or memory; I suspected overheating, and sure enough all three fans within were dust-clogged. A spot of cleaning with cotton buds and the vacuum cleaner later, it obligingly lay down and expired for the last time. Now, that was a bit too much, and the next day, short on time to complete my assignments, I headed right back to SLS to plunk my data into a brand new bare-bones system. Not too shabby really, a Pentium 4 3GHz on a Foxconn mobo with the low-end nVIDIA GeForce 5500 (note the complete architecture overhaul from AMD/ATI) and 512MB RAM for S$600+ (thanks Dad!). With the new A4Tech X7 mouse and generic Logitech keyboard, both in dirt-camouflaging black, I duly finished my summary and contracted the Mailbot.AZ rootkit. No biggie, this time it was just software, so I just worked around the BSoD crashes it forced on Windows Update and Norton Internet Security installations over several hours, by repairing XP and dragging it out from its API invisibility, finally deleting its alternate data streams. So here I am back up and running, after dozens of wasted hours. Well, I was planning to clean up my system sometime anyway. 
Rising from the ashes like its Phoenix Award BIOS Despite the joys of having a spanking new PC (note to self: get a DVD writer and possibly a better graphics card come the holidays), I can't help but feel slightly down that the first computer I assembled from scratch endured for only two years - it was sweet while it lasted, though. But I believed in it, and so it did not truly die, but have, if not eternal, at least a slightly longer life; The hard drive and floppy drive moved on, and in the case of the 3.5 inch floppy drive, this would be the third computer it served, though this is not as clear-cut as it appears - mull over the paradox of the Ship of Theseus. One never regrets visiting Sim Lim Square, that mecca of consumer technology, as evidenced by a rather amusing request over the PA system: "Mr. X, please come to the information counter, your wife is waiting for you." My mum also managed to get $5 slashed off my $49 mouse, so don't be too put off by the prices, their margins are not nearly that thin :) Observing the secondary economy of the SLS microcosm was educational too, as one observes the food vendors catering to shopkeepers on all levels, who are often too busy to leave their store but partake of their meals while working and leave the cutlery in a corner for later collection. Maxis, perhaps a sequel to Simtower in collaboration with Enix - Simtower 2: Sim Lim Square? Finally, a small unpaid commercial: 
If in need of a fix... I was introduced to this shop by one of those diligent fellas standing at the elevators thrusting pricelists to all and sundry. Just walk around with a ATX case in your hands, and you're sure to get one of them to point you in the right way. Can't fault their service or attitude, and the guys there seem in their mid-late twenties only, with an SAF Provost sticker at the back a nice touch. Reminded me of my days in NS, not too long ago.
My PC crashed. #@!&*. More details to come, but let's just say the next time I remark on Windows not failing me for a couple of years, I'll make sure the table I knock on is composed of real wood. Riding on Man U brought in unreal moolah for the third week running, with my balance being a healthy $966.50/$900. Though they travel to bogey club Blackburn for measly 1.48 odds, off a disastrous 0-1 upset by Southend in the Carling Cup, that's not enough reason to drop them yet - if ever. $50 on Man U to beat Blackburn (at 1.48) - Low, but who cares if it's a win? $25 on Man C to beat Newcastle (2.10) - Magpies abysmal $25 on Arsenal to draw Liverpool (Whatever the price tomorrow) - Sense a nullification...
- academics - changelog - + technorati - The Computer Graphics module for which I thought I had flunked the midterm turned out okay after all... whatever got into me to try to calculate pixel-by-pixel positions and display them individually rather than just slap down one nice square and GL_ROTATE it? A bit too much Perl perhaps - TMTOWTDI. Perl's by far and away my favourite computer language, and after being totally spoilt by it, Java and C++ particularly strike me as overly disciplinarian. Why predeclare variables/define variable types/use classes/compile when you don't have to for so many practical tasks (like this very blog)? Bruce Lee once said, "Whatever works"; No point training the perfect punch when a kick to the shin or groin suffices. Perl also taught me the three great virtues of a programmer: Laziness, Impatience and Hubris (in that order). Come to think of it, laziness and not necessity may be the true mother of invention. Hardworking people could just plug away at a task, while it takes the sloths to think of ways to escape that. Did you really think that the first caveman to roll stuff on logs would have came up with the idea if he spent all his time straining against huge boulders like a Communist Model Worker? Why bother with a Bunny Letter Opener (兔肉開信機!!) if one is willing to just reach for a pair of scissors? 
Sad. (Despair.com Demotivationer) Analogies don't start with anal without a reason. They sound good, but for many of them they work just as well if you plug different words in - one bird's meat is another worm's poison. In the Oct 26 Dogbert: "Ratbert, sometimes a good wine has to age before it is perfect." Ratbert: "So... I'll get smarter over time?" Dogbert: "To the extent that you are like a grape." Juicy. 
Beware the quotes too. (Uncyclopedia) Ah yes, I also got Windows Internet Explorer 7 off Automatic Updates. Took about half an hour to get used to the new look, but given the extra screen real estate, that wasn't hard. As expected, the hugely innovative IE team put in tabs (killer feature!). And integrated a search field next to the address field (now where did that come from?). And kicked out the ability to browse local directories (well, I'll miss that). One nice suggestion I read about was to combine the refresh and stop buttons and save another couple hundred pixels. Getting used to tabs (okay, I'm no Firefox user, I'm pragmatic - IE worked for me, so that was the end of it), but what really hit me was the aesthetics of the text. No more (tiny) jagged edges! It looked... just like my seldom-used Linux distro on my dual-bootable computer. Or a Mac. ClearType it was, and apparently it's a hidden feature of Windows XP. To turn it on, right click your desktop, Properties -> Appearance -> Effects -> Use the following method to smooth edges of screen fonts -> ClearType. Only really works on LCD screens tho. Some find it blurry, but I love it. Strangely text on MSN Messenger from non-ClearType users appears in the old way. Can't think of a reason why it is so. IE7 also (slightly) changed the look of the blog, prompting an emergency patch: changelog v1.04b --------------- * Textboxes now are grey instead of yellow due to smart AutoForms which highlight them yellow, of all colours. I spit on this impingement of designer rights. * Any word(s) may be used as a tag now. If not one of the "standard" category tags, it'll be grey (rather than red) and also link to Technorati, since it's likely a one-off. See top of post for demonstration. * RSS feed items now include date and time. * Favicon added. * Bug with javascript alerts also opening a new window fixed. IE7 has disabled script access to the Status bar by default, unfortunately. No more scamming that way, but also no more useful messages. Moving on with the times...
- changelog - Log Change changelog v1.04 --------------- * Chatterbox fix fixed. Spaces were inadvertently outlawed, as a certain ef noted. Ya,thatsucked. * Site Statistics date fixed, small time. No more Nov 0! * More statistics! More! Monthly averages, max, min and everything in between. * Technorati button added - why not a leetle pic? * Automated ping to Technorati on new post. Of no interest to mere readers, but hey, it's nice to get it out. * Most recent entries link improved, now scrolls down to appropriate entry instead of opening in a new page and jacking up my woefully low viewcount. Old behaviour available by clicking the two leetle arrows (»). Let's hear it for backward compatibility! Spare Change Feeling like a Third World tinpot-dictator money-launderer for virtually-making $20 off Chelski last week. On this subject, penalizing some clubs with fines appears to be missing the point. Broke some rules again? Will a few million pounds soothe the matter? You bet it will. Señor Abramovic pays. He always pays. Ah, dirty money or not, I'll take it. A lot of cash is drug money after all. With $837.00/$800 in my imaginary bankroll, there's no better time to do penance. $70 on Man U (-1.5) vs Pompey (at 1.85) - slightly short odds methinks, but let that be my tithe $20 on Bolton to beat Wigan (at 1.68) - bouncebackability? $10 on one goal in Liverpool vs Reading (at 5.40) - just a hunch Side Change 
Huat Ah! It's been years since I last accompanied my grandma to a temple, but one can't help but remember the divinity blocks used to check the omens. They're the two red kidney-shaped things in the above pic, from the latest Sunday Times feature. There are only two ways for them to land - either flat side down, or rounded side down. Being dissimilar, it's easy to suspect that the probabilities for each outcome are not the same, though what role that may play in divination I do not pretend to know. Say, however, that some guys wanted to sit down to a round of good old AD&D, but aren't in possession of any d20 dice, any non-d20 dice, any calculator with a random function, or even any coin. What they do have are two identical divinity blocks. They could of course approximate the chances for each side empirically by tossing the blocks umpteen times (a variation which I did for last year's Stats module. I never looked the same way at satay sticks again), then re-adjust all the tables of probabilities accordingly. But what if they are not inclined to put in exhausting preparatory work? Enter John von Neumann, who devised a "whitening" algorithm to fix simple bias. Toss the two blocks in two directions, so it is abundantly clear which is which (or if the players are not so anal-retentive, they can just use a marker to label them and disregard the weight of the ink). If the blocks land same side up, repeat the throw. However, if the first block lands flat side up and the second rounded side up, take it as a "Heads" event. Otherwise, consider it "Tails". No matter the individual probabilities of flat-or-rounded, the chances of F/R and R/F will forever be equal. So next time, when you're stuck in a temple with nothing to do, you know what to do! Face Change Not my own work When two modules (Philosophy and Computer Graphics) reference the same video, something must be on. It's from Dove's Campaign for Real Beauty, and shows a rather average-looking normal gal metamorphing into a supermodel-esque chick. Cosmetics and styling weren't enough - it was Photoshop that imparted the X-factor. This commentary might have ended here, had not a 4O classmate of mine brought it back into my consciousness by name-dropping Dawn Yang, about a year after the big hooha about whether she had been surgically augmented. To her credit, she doesn't look half bad, I'm shallow that way :) As it turns out, said ex-classmate (a medical student btw) had a blog which argues (very persuasively, I may add) for the pro-surgery side of the story. Too bad updates are sporadic, but the ROFLMAO thing is that he got a mention (scroll close to bottom) on her site! 
Hell hath no fury... Old friend, I have to say, 
C'mon, this is easy! My thoughts on plastic surgery, then? Sign of low self-esteem? Disrespect for one's body? (Tell that to Xiahou Dun of Romance of the Three Kingdoms fame, who after being hit in the eye by an arrow shaft cried "Essence of my father, blood of my mother, I cannot throw this away" and swallowed it) Methinks that is actually a rather minor objection, and the real concerns are actually 1. $$$ and 2. future dangers (look at Michael Jackson, nose in particular). If body-altering operations were as cheap, safe and reversible as daily make-up, but the effects (obviously) far more striking, I would wager that the conscientious holdouts would dwindle to nothing. Moreover, as one who takes an interest in strong Artificial Intelligence, my dream is nothing less than the theft of the soul, the biggest theft of all; What is a mass of flesh to me? Phone Change Another gem adapted from the New Paper, quite long ago: Two buddies, Al and Bob, were in the changing room after a round of golf, and tired of listening to their richer flightmates brag about how wealthy they were. All of a sudden, a mobile phone rang. Al picked it up. "Hello?" "Dear, it's me! I've just seen this absolutely fantastic necklace, and it costs only ten thousand dollars! Can I have it, please?" "No problem. Get two of them if you want to." Al said. "That's great! And come to think of it, our car's getting pretty old. What about a brand new red Ferrari? The latest model just arrived in the showroom, we can have it for just two hundred thousand dollars." "Sure, sure, remember to upgrade all the accessories too." Al continued, aware that all eyes were on him now. "That's wonderful! How about the house we were looking at but you always said was horribly overpriced? It's still at over a million dollars, but..." "Just buy it, I'm in a good mood today." Al shrugged, ended the call, and sauntered out of the room having earned newfound respect. Bob followed and said, aghast. "Al, I know you - you don't have that sort of money!" Al wasn't bothered. "Bob, that phone wasn't mine either."
- sport - I confess, oh Mancunia, of an unworthy wavering of belief; A defect in spirit, that manifested from a fear of the unknown, of foreign soil, of the Reebok north in Lancashire - that very fortress, which swallowed Liverpool two-nil, that held Boro, that saw off Watford, that humbled Spurs, and admitted not a single goal among the four. And did Bolton win! Blackburn fell, Newcastle yielded, Liverpool lost, Pompey crashed to them in their last four matches. Strong and tough, big and buff, they were third only behind United and CSKA London. Surely this would be a test for the staunchest Devil! In my weakness, my imperfect mind profaned a draw, and even the shining glories of Mancunia raised my ambitions not beyond a slender win, of furtively robbing the treasures of that realm. Oh Mancunia, the ineffable, forgive this wretched doubter, who goes in sackcloth upon his knees in penitence; For four months and four days will he replay the might of the Almighty in full flow in purifying meditation, a month and a day for each goal scored that sacred afternoon, blessed be it in the annals of English soccer. For the horns blew on the time of Fowler the false God, and the Angels below hailed the ascendancy of one of their own; No longer shall the waning light of the skies above command the blind respect of Man; A Prince among Devils, bearing upon hIS back the number of Magic, Octarine, hath verily spoken with both hIS feet, and it was this that hE sayeth: Why serve in heaven, when one can reign in Hell? The first seal was of Pestilence, the Horseman of Famine, black as the barren fields, hungry as a striker who has not tasted a goal for ten games; In his possession were a pair of scales, to measure the skill of defenders; And in the tenth minute the balance tipped, and he swung his left foot, and misery was unleashed upon the unbelievers. The second seal was of War, the Horseman of Conquest, white as the faces and shirts of the defeated, ruthless as a lord who wants ever more; He holds a bow and countenances a crown upon his brow, that lesser men may look upon him and stumble in fruitless tackling; Thus did Tal Ben Haim gift the ball to him, and thus did he rout the resisters with an arrow to the corner. The third seal was of Blood, the Horseman of Chaos, red as the stains that spread upon battlefields, deep as the faith of the soldiers to the badge; He wields a great sword, to hew all opposition, and scatter them like so many leaves; From his dark page he received his blade, and thrust it into an empty net with eight minutes to go. The final seal was of Death, the Horseman of Decay, pale as the unburied dead, colourless as a team completely overmatched; He bears a scythe to claim the spectres of the lost, severing their last attachment to this life; And hE was Rooney, and hE claimed his hat-trick, hammering the last nail into the coffins of the departed. 
And on the sixth day... Nike made Rooney And once that seal was broken the trumpets sounded, and the bowls of prawn sandwiches were hastily ingested, for all knew that hE had returned to this Earth; No broken metatarsal, no three-game suspension would deny hIM hIS rightful place; The Crown Prince of Devils had Come Again. So, Mancunia; Willst thou grant this pitiful devotee a stay of his sins, and purge from him the stain of wagering on CSKA London? Willst thou bestow upon him the temperance to forebear, such blasphemy as a defeat to FC Copenhagen? Oh, that and my Technorati Profile. Amanu.
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