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yzq
16 August 2009 @ 12:36 am
(Science, alcohol, and late-night movies do not mix)

Zombies are a popular figure in pop culture/entertainment and they are usually portrayed as being brought about through an outbreak or epidemic. Consequently, we model a zombie attack, using biological assumptions based on popular zombie movies.

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The key difference between the models presented here and other models of infectious disease is that the dead can come back to life. Clearly, this is an unlikely scenario if taken literally, but possible real-life applications may include allegiance to political parties, or diseases with a dormant infection.

This is, perhaps unsurprisingly, the first mathematical analysis of an outbreak of zombie infection.

[A] zombie outbreak is likely to lead to the collapse of civilisation, unless it is dealt with quickly. While aggressive quarantine may contain the epidemic, or a cure may lead to coexistence of humans and zombies, the most effective way to contain the rise of the undead is to hit hard and hit often. As seen in the movies, it is imperative that zombies are dealt with quickly, or else we are all in a great deal of trouble.


- Munz, P, Hudea, I, Imad, J & Smith, R.J., When Zombies Attack!: Mathematical Modelling of an Outbreak of Zombie Infection, Infectious Disease Modelling Research Progress (2009).
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yzq
09 August 2009 @ 12:14 am
Baked salmon topped with dijonnaise and bread crumbs, with garlic rice and baked cherry tomatoes.

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Way too salty due to butter overload and my sprinkling of additional salt. Didn't manage to get the bread crumbs to brown nicely either, otherwise the salmon came out tasting pretty good.
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yzq
08 June 2009 @ 12:04 am
    Memorable things:
  • Superb food at the camp canteen and along the streets
  • Shaz getting a not-so-subtle declaration of love for a canteen trannie (mayonnaise squeezed in a heart-shape)
  • 6 guys high on beer squeezing on one bed talking cock
  • Singing cheesy love songs with aaron out of absolute boredom
  • Playing soccer with the Thais, who tend to grab *stuff* when going for the ball
  • Thai liasons actually wanting to eat our combat rations
  • Horny liason who carried porn on his handphone and showed it to random people (without being asked for it)
  • View from the Hellfire Pass museum, along the Death Railway

    Memorable but not so pleasant things:
  • The bloody hot weather
  • Jenny the infamous canteen trannie, with her booming voice, buff upper body, trunk-like legs and hideously short miniskirt
  • Giant winged ants / beetles flying in the shower / tub and drowning in droves
  • Not being allowed to flush toilet paper down the toilet bowl - the consequences of doing so were *not* pretty
  • Almost escalating a soccer brawl with another bunch of singaporeans also from our unit
  • Watching "Cannibal Holocaust" on the bus (the title is self-explanatory; Thai bus drivers have poor taste in movies)
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yzq
29 January 2009 @ 01:59 am
There are new buildings, grand renovations, new and plentiful blessings that one should be grateful for. But what used to be, was something more even if they were fewer, more modest. Those were things we worked for, earned, made from little or nothing.


Despite having resided in Singapore since birth, I struggle sometimes to recognise the country I live in. This isn't the Singapore I remember as a child. This must be the tragedy of living in a place too small for the past to have a place, growing too fast for personal histories to be celebrated and remembered. What are the stories of a bygone era in which my grandparents lived? I never found out before they departed, for which I am worse off, for how do we know where we are going if we do not understand where we come from?

What will become of the personal spaces that I think of as home? The iconic Merlion or CBD skyline may come to mind when we think of Singapore, but our own image of home is an individualistic memory - our neighbourhood, a flat lived in as a child, or even an aunt's house we went to after school. The preservation of national heritage sites thus does little to compensate for the sense of personal loss felt with redevelopment, and one should not be surprised at the lack of rootedness amongst Singaporeans.

There will be those who grow richer, and those who enjoy the comforts of air-conditioning, clean and safe streets, and drinkable water from the taps. But for others, these blessings are too meager for the price that they must pay in toil, in freedom and the loss of something that once made them happy. These people will leave this city of small blessings.

- Simon Tay, City of Small Blessings

Edit: I guess this makes me sound intent on emigrating elsewhere, but in truth it reflects a conflict between 2 sentiments - one of reluctance to leave a place where I know so many, and which has profoundly shaped my views and beliefs, and another of dismay at the reality of progress.
 
 
 
yzq
Wait a second. The start of next year will be delayed by circumstances beyond everyone's control. Time will stand still for one second on New Year's Eve, as we ring in the New Year on that Wednesday night. As a result, you'll have an extra second to celebrate because a "Leap Second" will be added to 2008 to let a lagging Earth catch up to super-accurate clocks.

- 2009 to Arrive Not a Second Too Soon
 
 
 
yzq
16 November 2008 @ 06:25 pm
Finally got the time to try this out:
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The potato wasn't mashed very well so moulding it with the boiled egg into a ball had catastrophic results initially (the yolk broke). Thankfully(!) they stayed in one piece in the pan =p
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yzq
02 November 2008 @ 08:18 pm
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yzq
27 October 2008 @ 10:37 pm
Lol  
McCain gets BarackRoll'd


The Dark Bailout
 
 
yzq
24 September 2008 @ 11:08 pm
"Turn left ahead." Foot off accelerator pedal, hands shifting to turn a stubborn wheel to the left. Not enough - wheels careered into the next lane as the road bent to the left. Turn more, lurching in a 90 degree turn back on track. Phew. Rover continued to the left, an inexorable gravity pulling it in an inward spiraling orbit. Hands, moments earlier struggling with the steering, now worked frantically in reverse. An upward jerk as the front wheels mounted the kerb, then another as the rear wheels followed suit. The rover stopped turning, homing in on its target. A tree trunk loomed ahead. Foot down to brake; no, shit that was the clutch. The other foot, frozen, hung uselessly. A pedestrian clad in silly white and yellow stood by in slack-jawed silence. Closer, the tree dissolved into awkward blocky shapes of green and brown. Then blackness.

"EH! Sergeant Yang, you love trees so much ah?"

Thank goodness for simulators.
 
 
 
 
 
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