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Wednesday, October 4, 2006
03:45 p.m.

Let P(n) be defined as follows: P(n) = 2^n > 10n. For base case P(6) P(6): n = 6. 2^6 = 64, while 10*6 = 60. thus, 2^6 > 10*6, and P(6) holds. Proof of P(17) We know that P(6) is true, so P(6+1) = P(7), that is: 2^(6+1) = 2 * 2^6 2^(7) > 2 * 10 * 6 = 10 * 6 + 10 * 6 > 10 * 6 + 10 = 10 (6 + 1) = 10 (7) So P(7) holds. We know that P(7) is true, so P(7+1) = P(8), that is: 2^(7+1) = 2 * 2^7 2^(8) > 2 * 10 * 7 = 10 * 7 + 10 * 7 > 10 * 7 + 10 = 10 (7 + 1) = 10 (8) So P(8) holds. We know that P(8) is true, so P(8+1) = P(9), that is: 2^(8+1) = 2 * 2^8 2^(9) > 2 * 10 * 8 = 10 * 8 + 10 * 8 > 10 * 8 + 10 = 10 (8 + 1) = 10 (9) So P(9) holds. We know that P(9) is true, so P(9+1) = P(10), that is: 2^(9+1) = 2 * 2^9 2^(10) > 2 * 10 * 9 = 10 * 9 + 10 * 9 > 10 * 9 + 10 = 10 (9 + 1) = 10 (10) So P(10) holds. We know that P(10) is true, so P(10+1) = P(11), that is: 2^(10+1) = 2 * 2^10 2^(11) > 2 * 10 * 10 = 10 * 10 + 10 * 10 > 10 * 10 + 10 = 10 (10 + 1) = 10 (11) So P(11) holds. We know that P(11) is true, so P(11+1) = P(12), that is: 2^(11+1) = 2 * 2^11 2^(12) > 2 * 10 * 11 = 10 * 11 + 10 * 11 > 10 * 11 + 10 = 10 (11 + 1) = 10 (12) So P(12) holds. We know that P(12) is true, so P(12+1) = P(13), that is: 2^(12+1) = 2 * 2^12 2^(13) > 2 * 10 * 12 = 10 * 12 + 10 * 12 > 10 * 12 + 10 = 10 (12 + 1) = 10 (13) So P(13) holds. We know that P(13) is true, so P(13+1) = P(14), that is: 2^(13+1) = 2 * 2^13 2^(14) > 2 * 10 * 13 = 10 * 13 + 10 * 13 > 10 * 13 + 10 = 10 (13 + 1) = 10 (14) So P(14) holds. We know that P(14) is true, so P(14+1) = P(15), that is: 2^(14+1) = 2 * 2^14 2^(15) > 2 * 10 * 14 = 10 * 14 + 10 * 14 > 10 * 14+ 10 = 10 (14 + 1) = 10 (15) So P(15) holds. We know that P(15) is true, so P(15+1) = P(16), that is: 2^(15+1) = 2 * 2^15 2^(16) > 2 * 10 * 15 = 10 * 15 + 10 * 15 > 10 * 15 + 10 = 10 (15 + 1) = 10 (16) So P(16) holds. We know that P(16) is true, so P(16+1) = P(17), that is: 2^(16+1) = 2 * 2^16 2^(17) > 2 * 10 * 16 = 10 * 16 + 10 * 16 > 10 * 16 + 10 = 10 (16 + 1) = 10 (17) So P(17) holds.

Wednesday, March 8, 2006
05:41 p.m.

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Friday, March 25, 2005
09:33 p.m.

Whoa! Long time since last update, yeah? I wish I could say it's because I have such a busy life or because I'm busy with school work, but no. I'm just lazy.

...My sister is beating me to death with a water bottle. Oh, I can just feel the love in this room.

Anyway, this week would have been awesome if it weren't for school. It all started this Sunday.... *cue wavy flashback effect*

I was going to go take a shower when my dad told me not to since my uncle was coming over.

"Why?" I asked.

"To measure your head," he said.

You can imagine my confusion. It turned out that my uncle had bought a bicycle for me! A nice, really cool looking, shiny bicycle that he plans on teaching me with. He brought said bicycle over and I spent some time ogling it. He also gave me a bicycle helmet, and he needed to make sure it would fit my head. And so my dad's cryptic words finally revealed their meaning! Unfortunately, since it is still snowy(!), I can't go riding yet.

Then, Thursday rolled around. And most of you know how I was all, "OMG! PSP!@# *salivate*" up until its release. Anyway, I came home on Thursday, happy because it was another long weekend, when my dad brought home a PSP! Obviously, I was ecstatic, and I've been playing Darkstalkers pretty much non-stop since then. My neck hurts like no one's business, but whatever. My dad spoils me rotten. :D

Darkstalkers has one of the most interesting character designs I've seen in a while. Personal favourites include Hsein-Ko, Donovan, and B.B. Hood. I mean, Hsein-Ko is a Chinese vampire! She even hops when she walks! And she has that slip stuck on her forehead! And B.B. Hood is like Robin Hood, but better. And by "better", I mean heavily armed, what with her cute little machine gun, landmines, missles, and her violent rampages. The heart warms!

I also got my blood donor card today! Apparently, I am B positive. I have one of the rarer blood types, representing one of 7.6% of the Canadian population. Of course, this means I can only donate blood to a very small percent of Canadians. Sigh.

...Actually, now that I think of it, it has been a damn fine week. One less day of school. A crap load of gifts (plus that lightblub from Sweden! HALOGEN lightbulb! Rock!). I'm doing well in Data. I'm holding my own in AlGeo, and I can only go up. The only uncertainty is English, but isn't that how it always is?

Oh yeah. Today I slept in until 2:00 pm. What.

Friday, January 28, 2005
08:49 p.m.

Ah. Exam season. I could bore you with the angst-ridden details of my life that exams have caused, but that would bore you, and you don't read this to be bored, do you?

... Actually, the last few days have been so stressful, I've increased by praying five times. I usually pray just before I go to sleep (I actually sleep better!), but this week, I've been saying a minimum of five 'Hail Mary's, and three 'Our Father's, all at once before I got to bed. The first night I did it this week, I was particularly stressed, and I did even more praying. I prayed so much, I had a dream I went to confession. It was awesome/weird. It was a really good's night sleep though.

So anyway, I've been watching a lot of stuff on the Discovery channel lately. They've mostly been about horrific diasters and the like. Two particular shows that stanf out in my mind are the ones on the Sampoon department store and the one I watched today about some funicular in Austria.

In the Sampoon department store one, a five story department store (duh) in South Korea collapsed with one thousand people inside. It happened during busy store hours, and several hundred people died after being crushed by debris. But what made it so memorable was that one lady, an employee in the clothing department, survived in a coffin sized space deep in the rubble.

She was in the lower floors at the time and got hit in the head with a piece of falling concrete and when she woke up, she found that two wedges of concrete formed a roof that protected her. She could her other people she knew screaming for help around her, but when she tried to communicate with them, they ignored her and continued screaming for help, so she assumed that they were really hurt. Anyway, time passed, and she fell in and out of consciousness, until one day, she could hear rescue workers. She cried for help, and eventually, a fireman found her and she was rescued.

At the time, she thought that only two days had passed since the collapse of the building and her rescue, but, surprise surprise! It had really been TWELVE DAYS. How did she survive? Workers were spraying the wreckage with water to keep the dust down, and the water eventaully trickled down to her. She used a rag to soak up the water in a nearby puddle, and she drank out of the rag. Plus, when she first woke up, the enclosure she was in was large enough to move her arms around in. By the time she was rescued, she couldn't event turn over. How hardcore was that?

In the one I saw today, a funicular (a sort of enclosed lift, like a litte train) used for some ski resort in Austria caught fire while traveling up the mountain in a tunnel. This came as a bit of a surprise since there isn't an actual engine or particularly flammable fuel on the vehicle. The funicular itself is made up of fire-resistant materials, so at first, investigators were wondering why it went up so quickly and at such high temperatures (it got over 1000 degrees celsius!).

Well, it turns out that ski equipment is EXTREMELY flammable. A person wearing a full set of snow clothes is like ten gallons of fuel, apparently. Plus, they release toxic fumes during combustion, so by the time the passengers were able to exit the funicular (the hydraulic doors wouldn't open), a significant number of people were already unconscious from the fumes.

Oh, but the fun didn't stop there. Several people tried to escape by climbing up the tunnel. Unfortunately, machinists elsewhere who were trying to escape left a fire door open in their escape, so a fresh gust of wind traveled up the tunnel and to the fire...

Twelve people chose to climb down the tunnel, and they survived. Including others who died from the fumes that traveled into the lift station, one hundred fifty people died. Forty people never even escaped from the funicular.

I also watched several plane related shows, and in one, the windshield popped out and the captain was sucked out before getting pinned to the roof of the plane with his legs still caught in the cabin. Of course, they were several thousand feet in the air at the time, so the plane was traveling over at three hundred miles per hour. The three stewards had to come in and grab the captain's legs so that he didn't fall, eventhough they thought he was dead after seeing how he was being battered against the plane.

The co-pilot, on the other hand, had to land the plane on a short runway while traveling very quickly, in an unfamiliar ariport without help fromthe captain. And he did it. Perfectly. There wasn't a single fatality on that flight, and even the captain survived (O_o).

Anyway, aside from making me even more claustrophobic and afraid of fire, there documentaries have made me feel that no matter how bad things are, thank God they aren't worse. Worse in a trapped-in-a-small-enclosure-with-not-escape-and-fire-is-going-to-roast-me-alive way.

Also, I have a new fandom. A really addictive fandom. It's so good, I've actually downloaded several hundred megabytes of related stuff, and that is no small task considering my dial-up downloads at a maximum rate of 3.2 kilobytes a second. That's over 20 hours of downloading in a little more than a week. I need help.

Sunday, January 9, 2005
03:54 p.m.

So I'm applying for universities right now as I attempt to write two papers. I also have to worry about an Chemistry test that's right around the corner, and a Philosophy CPT that I have yet to prepare for. Also a Philosophy Chapter summary. I ARE SCREWED.

But anyway, about university. I have no freaking clue as to waht I want to do with my life. None what so ever. And frankly, I don't care, as long as I have a stable, decent paying job. I was talking about this with my cousin today, and she went on to say how since everyone today has a university degree, when people should really look for is a Masters. Even then, you won't necessarily find a job. I mean, what can you do with a PhD in, say, Physics, besides becoming a researcher?

So anyway, I don't care if I have to do the most disgusting job ever. If I get money, and if I'm NOT the black sheep of the family, I don't care anymore.

Saturday, November 20, 2004
10:51 p.m.

So, my sister decided to be awesome, and she got me some CDs as of late. Of particular note is the K-OS CD, Joyful Rebellion, and I must say it rocks heartily. Many thanks, my sister! I waaa ooo!

In other news, school is eating my face. Especially philosophy. No amount of awesome music is countering this. SAD FACE.

Sunday, October 10, 2004
11:53 p.m.

After a fun filled day at Sensei's house, I have learned many things. Of those many things, I have learned that I should not be a: professional dancer, boxer, plate spinner, drummer, guitarist, window washer, alien space ship launcher, or martial artist. However, I might consider a job as a ghost exterminator, with my specialty being in wild flapping in an attempt to puff the ghosts up to the point of explosion. That, or possibly a fireworks detonator.

To add to the musician comments, I have also learned that it takes both KT and myself to play a single instrument, especially the guitar. KT plays the notes, while I do the strumming. Yes.

I played a demo of Silent Hill 4 today, and it is hella scary. And weird. I don't understand it. All of which makes me want to play it more. I mean, out of nowhere, a bunch of mutated dog things appear, and the game makes no explaination for them, and since they look menacing, I start wailing on them with an aluminum bat. Then I start hitting anything that looks remotely fleshy, including a giant puslating worm thing that really does nothing but pulsate after I hit it. I DON'T UNDERSTAND THIS GAME.

Saturday, September 18, 2004
08:45 p.m.

Yanni in concert = AWESOME.

That is all.

Saturday, September 11, 2004
10:14 p.m.

Moe has spent the last two hours playing a six minute demo of a videogame. Of course, moe sucks, which was why moe spent two hours on a six minute game. Of course, moe still hasn't finished the stupid level.

...Damn, that game is addictive. Ace Combat 5. The hardest and only realistic air combat game I have ever played. Star Wars Battlefront is fun too, but I think I'm not getting all the references. All I know is, the big robots make everything easier.

Oh yeah. School started. Mr Ehlers scares me.

Monday, September 6, 2004
10:46 p.m.

I'm having a little difficultly wrapping my mind around the fact that it was summer vacation, and now it isn't. I've already forgotten what summer vacation feels like. Huh.

...Lesse, I did absolutely nothing this summer, just like I planned. In fact, I accomplished less than the nothing I planned. I still need to get my G1, and learn how to ride a bike. Still, an enjoyable summer.

Moe wants to play Silent Hill 4. It looks really scary.

Tuesday, August 10, 2004
11:34 p.m.

My uncle came over last Sunday in an attempt to teach me how to ride a bike. The bike was a bit too small, and I have been crippled. Really, I got bruises were I didn't think you could gget bruises. Instead of riding bicycles and motorcycles now, I see in myself in the future as an eccentric crippled hermit, living in my mostly empty mansion that's perched atop a forboding hill. There, I will lie in my bed and screech at every living being that comes to me while I obsessively build minatures out of teeth and hair, and create a minature society with them in disturbing detail. I think I'll change my name to Griselda.

Speaking of minatures, take back anything bad I've ever said about Thunderbirds. The show, not the movie, as I still find it bizarre. Thunderbirds was the show that started my strange love for all things minature. Without this show, I wouldn't have my collection of Gundam models and Eva models, and I wouldn't have built a tiny hospital room out of paper, tape, glue, and a paperclip, and really, what kind of crazy world would that be? Besides, it has great attention to detail, and it isn't as childish as I remember.

A lot of stuff has happened since I last posted, but I realised that during said events, I would have been in the company of anyone who reads this blog, so no need to talk about things you already know about, right? So... how about, instead of boring you with the details of my fantastically dull life, I...uh... I'll... give you... a...um...

*runs away*

Thursday, July 29, 2004
11:43 p.m.

What were they thinking when they decided to make a Thunderbirds movie? I mean of all the strange old shows to choose, they pick Thunderbirds? Anyone old enough to remember the Thunderbirds have probably outgrown the show, or is aghast that they don't have those creepy puppets. And something about the main character bothers me.

I have yet to learn how to ride a bike. Partially because I am ashamed, and I don't want my neighbours see me wobble like a sentient Jell-O being with an inner ear infection. WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS MY SHAME... Still, I'll get around to it. Eventually. It took my dad three days to learn, how hard can it be? Of course, he is much more dedicated than I...

I had Shake an Bake for the first time this week. I must say, the preparation was quite enjoyable. It turned out insanely spicy (we seasoned it with Knorr spicy mix a bit too liberally) and salty, and all the chicken had an ugly side. Still, it was pretty good.

I think I've been watching too much fiction lately. I must say, a guaranteed way of getting family members to stare at you funny is to randomly comment on how events would be better if a fictional character was involved, the stranger, the better. For example:
Dad: Your driving instructor can't take you for driving next week. You know the accident she got in?
Sister: Yeah. I thought it wasn't that serious.
Dad: Well, it was more serious than she thought. She dislocated something.
Me: It wouldn't be a problem if she were Xena!
Family: *stare*
Me: ...Well she could.
Now you try!... Is Xena still on TV?

Saturday, July 17, 2004
03:48 p.m.

Like, WHOA. I haven't updated this thing in a while. Not that I think anyone still reads this, unless there really are ninjas and other spies keeping tabs on me like they said they would. And I thought they were bluffing.

Report cards. WEH, I say. WEH. Well, at least I got on Honour Roll. AND THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS. I remember back in the day, when I used to put effort into my school work. That was about the same time I could speak Chinese (Cantonese dialect! Yay!) without tripping all over myself. Nowadays, I let my brain atrophy, resulting in progressively worse marks and constant mispronounciation of Chinese words. And when it comes to Chinese, it's important not to mispronounce words, or else "beef" becomes "vomit meat".

I saw two movies in the last three weeks. Spiderman and King Arthur, both of which weren't what I expected. I expected King Arthur to be really bad, but it was a lot of fun to watch, even if it was completely bizarre. And I kept on giggling at the most inappropriate parts. The same with Spiderman. I also bothered Aky a lot during King Arthur to comment on how slashy it seemed. And we giggled like the fangirls we weren't. A LOT.

Everyone has jobs and things to do. I, on the otherhand, have done squat, and I haven't even tried to learn how to ride a bike yet. I should probably flip throught the Driver's Handbook too. Instead, I've been playing a lot of FFVIII, and reading a lot of fanfiction. And wasting away from not going outside. I am the only one I know that actually gets paler in the summer. Me needs muneh.

Who's up for some crazy reading material? Really, you whould read EVERYTHING on that site. Yes, most of it sounds ridiculous, but it's interesting nonetheless.