Moments
Nah, this is not gonna be as sappy as the title sounds. It's actually quite dorky actually, as I can quite associate it with the parameter estimations we do in my Mathematical Statistics module. It's about finding an estimate for the unknown parameter theta using Method of Moments or Maximum Likelihood (I told you it's dorky). Anyway, I never really liked "moments", and the part that I usually just gloss over (because it's too complex for me) is that one about moment-generating functions.
Here goes the semi-sappy part. I've actually been thinking about moments, the non-statistics-related kind. I dunno, maybe it's this sudden surge of emotional activity among the people in the little sphere of people I interact with.
My new friend and fellow basso Joel had a kick-ass birthday celebration for his 19th birthday, with his mom planning the surprise party with his JC-mates on Saturday, and we sang for him (and forced him to sing solo) during choir time. His post in the forum? "I feel loved." Karen is crankier and weird and less "normal" than usual, for some reason. Must be the stress piling up? And yeah, thanks to you for introducing me to "Scrubs"! Scrubs is this comedy TV series about a guy and his life right after finishing med school. I thought it wasn't too appealing at first, because the comedy was a bit, well, too forward, and ugh, hospital environment! After a while, I realized it was cooool and nice and I think I'm gonna get hooked. This guy JD is the lead character, and walau, I think Karen knows I'm a sucker for characters that resemble the nice funny sensitive witty guy (others in this group include The OC's Seth).
Also, my good friend Jacques is undergoing stressful times I hear. He's a senior in my high school, and he's disappointed about screwing up some extempo speech thingy, not getting into the press conference (student journalist competition), and about not getting enough funds to finance a debate competition(that he successfully qualified for) in faraway Manila. All the best to you Jacko. My sister Kai is, well, coping, and I hope you're okay there! :D Kerwin is also not feeling too super lately I read (from his blog), but yeah, hopefully the new and must-watch Family Edition of The Amazing Race (I'm sad that the likable Blacks were eliminated this early), hopefully will buoy his spirits. Mike, who's working in Cebu, got some sort of big break I hear, and he's all giddy about it. Woohoo, congrats.
Carina and Myriel, my two juniors in KR, are also not very well right now too. I hope you both feel better! And Myriel, haha, don't go to Sentosa alone okay? Hehe. But really, it's a bit more serious than I thought, but I'm glad to dispense whatever advice I can give based on my own meandering experience here in Singapore.
This thing about moments amazes me, too, no end. Sometimes, you just need one magical moment to spark something up--a friendship, a dispute, a shouting match, a romance. It has to do with being at the right place at the right time too.. and I guess that's all the more reason to believe in what hopeless romantics call fate or destiny or what the vocal faithful call God's will.
Yeah, sometimes I think of the friends never would've gained if it wasn't for some random yet significant moment--like being in a waiting room of some administrator's office, like turning up for dinner at some precise time, like standing near the person in some big post-mooncake festival gathering, like getting some answer wrong in a tutorial presentation, and some random person simply stepping up to save your ass.
Unfortunately, these magical moments are so heavily disguised that not everyone can notice them. Sometimes, too, they are instantaneous moments that burn up easily, that before they could grow into something of reasonable duration, just vanish.
Thank God for these special moments. We have to watch out for them carefully, as they are lavishly spread out, and we only just need to keep a watchful eye and a listening ear.
It would be great to have some sort of Real-Life Moment-Generating Function though; just plot in the value, and you can derive the first-order, second-order, and higher-order moments.
Come to think of it, life's already like that. We make our own moments; we just have to plot in the right values.
Muggers Inc.
Muggers Inc.
Let me say how disgusted I am with myself for falling prey to distractions like MSN and Internet and TV and the comforts of the bed.
Because of my stupidity, I have failed (on two occasions) to pass Dad's stylus pen for his IPAQ to Ivy so her mom can bring it to Davao (and consequently my Dad will have to continue to make do with a paper clip or, gasp, a pencil), and more importantly, I have failed to work on the English project and a host of other requirements, and to MUG in general.
Sigh. Time to turn this blog to Muggers Inc. It'll require less postings, and those only of the dorkiest kind.
Nah, but you get the drift. Mugging is fun.
Let me say how disgusted I am with myself for falling prey to distractions like MSN and Internet and TV and the comforts of the bed.
Because of my stupidity, I have failed (on two occasions) to pass Dad's stylus pen for his IPAQ to Ivy so her mom can bring it to Davao (and consequently my Dad will have to continue to make do with a paper clip or, gasp, a pencil), and more importantly, I have failed to work on the English project and a host of other requirements, and to MUG in general.
Sigh. Time to turn this blog to Muggers Inc. It'll require less postings, and those only of the dorkiest kind.
Nah, but you get the drift. Mugging is fun.
With mine
With mine
For someone who's been tagged as the grammar police by some, I am disgusted with myself for screwing up my EL1101E midterm test. It's just linguistics, and I should know fffing better. The answer key has just been posted, and I have a feeling things aren't going in the right direction.
Next time I'll make sure I get enough sleep.
But really, does "with mine" sound correct to you? "With my friend" -> "with mine"? Ugh. I strongly disagreed with "with mine" because it sounds very off to me, but now that it's confirmed that such phrase is correct, my whole argument about something about word classes breaks down. Google tells me that even Bob Dylan has a song "I'll Keep It With Mine". Watda.
Sigh. It's even suckier to realize on one's own that with mine could very well be correct. Think "friend"="dog". I dunno, maybe the problem with me is that I am distracted by the fact that one can't really "own" a friend and call him/her "yours" or "mine". No, come to think of it, it's because "with my friend" is for me, better translated as "with her/him".
Anyway, so I've figured it out. Two dogs are before you, one is your dog and the other is your cousin's.Playtime comes, and it's ffing mandatory to indulge in canine-human activity. So, shall I play with mine or with my cousin's?
Blurgh. I myself just proved myself wrong.
I myself (intensive pronoun) just proved myself (reflexive pronoun) wrong. Haha. I am such a grammar dork.
Why I didn't flick on that lightbulb switch during the test last week still befuddles me. Perhaps I've been short-circuiting myself. In more ways than one. For much longer than I should.
For someone who's been tagged as the grammar police by some, I am disgusted with myself for screwing up my EL1101E midterm test. It's just linguistics, and I should know fffing better. The answer key has just been posted, and I have a feeling things aren't going in the right direction.
Next time I'll make sure I get enough sleep.
But really, does "with mine" sound correct to you? "With my friend" -> "with mine"? Ugh. I strongly disagreed with "with mine" because it sounds very off to me, but now that it's confirmed that such phrase is correct, my whole argument about something about word classes breaks down. Google tells me that even Bob Dylan has a song "I'll Keep It With Mine". Watda.
Sigh. It's even suckier to realize on one's own that with mine could very well be correct. Think "friend"="dog". I dunno, maybe the problem with me is that I am distracted by the fact that one can't really "own" a friend and call him/her "yours" or "mine". No, come to think of it, it's because "with my friend" is for me, better translated as "with her/him".
Anyway, so I've figured it out. Two dogs are before you, one is your dog and the other is your cousin's.Playtime comes, and it's ffing mandatory to indulge in canine-human activity. So, shall I play with mine or with my cousin's?
Blurgh. I myself just proved myself wrong.
I myself (intensive pronoun) just proved myself (reflexive pronoun) wrong. Haha. I am such a grammar dork.
Why I didn't flick on that lightbulb switch during the test last week still befuddles me. Perhaps I've been short-circuiting myself. In more ways than one. For much longer than I should.
September
I sit in my chair here in my room and stare at my calendar. I am, again, like so many times before, swamped.
Sometimes I wish there was more of me to go around: someone to do read up on my intensive Statistics lessons, someone to read up on Calculus, someone to do my stuff for the English group project, someone to go to CFA (for a good two hours) and photocopy hundreds of pages of scores for the Choir, someone to be Bass SL for KR Choir and fix the pitching and timing of the rest of the bassos.
And it's supposed to be mid-term break.
Anyway, it's supposed to be a happy September because, well, it's unofficially Christmas season already in the Philippines, and the going-home part will be soon! But yeah, before the going-home comes the crazy-mugging and taking-tests-and-exams part, so it's... well, like that lor. Sigh.
In other news, I got Dad his stylus already! He lost the stylus for his PDA, so finally I found a replacement. Our Managerial Econs homework is spankin' good! Great teammates I have. There's considerable progress in my Linguistics group project, and yep it's looking very nice. Ivy's Mom and a few relatives are here, and since they'll mostly be eating out, she gave me her other matric card for hall meals! Coolness.. double the food, double the fun (or fat)!
There's this thought hovering in my head actually. Something's got to give. I know I have to give up something soon.. by next sem or next year maybe? My plans of taking two minors (in Business and English Studies) is rather ambitious to the point of well, suicide, but I know it can be done. Then again, I hadn't anticipated ST2132 to be too much of a killer too.. what more the higher-level modules?
Anyway, I'm glad I'm still alive and awake and up and running. I am a happy guy, I like to think, and as long as I have good friends and a lurrrving family, I can't ask for much else. And oh yeah, thanks to Ferron and Nestor for the nice shirt they bought me from Thailand! Nice! Now to corner Karen and ask what treats she brought me from Indonesia haha..
OK, back to dork mode. Maybe I should follow Nirorn who has made a home out of the Hon Sui Sen Library, or Korinna to Nerdsville.
Studying is fun. Studying is fun. Studying is fun. Hopefully if we say it long enough, it will be true. But really, studying is fun.
I sit in my chair here in my room and stare at my calendar. I am, again, like so many times before, swamped.
Sometimes I wish there was more of me to go around: someone to do read up on my intensive Statistics lessons, someone to read up on Calculus, someone to do my stuff for the English group project, someone to go to CFA (for a good two hours) and photocopy hundreds of pages of scores for the Choir, someone to be Bass SL for KR Choir and fix the pitching and timing of the rest of the bassos.
And it's supposed to be mid-term break.
Anyway, it's supposed to be a happy September because, well, it's unofficially Christmas season already in the Philippines, and the going-home part will be soon! But yeah, before the going-home comes the crazy-mugging and taking-tests-and-exams part, so it's... well, like that lor. Sigh.
In other news, I got Dad his stylus already! He lost the stylus for his PDA, so finally I found a replacement. Our Managerial Econs homework is spankin' good! Great teammates I have. There's considerable progress in my Linguistics group project, and yep it's looking very nice. Ivy's Mom and a few relatives are here, and since they'll mostly be eating out, she gave me her other matric card for hall meals! Coolness.. double the food, double the fun (or fat)!
There's this thought hovering in my head actually. Something's got to give. I know I have to give up something soon.. by next sem or next year maybe? My plans of taking two minors (in Business and English Studies) is rather ambitious to the point of well, suicide, but I know it can be done. Then again, I hadn't anticipated ST2132 to be too much of a killer too.. what more the higher-level modules?
Anyway, I'm glad I'm still alive and awake and up and running. I am a happy guy, I like to think, and as long as I have good friends and a lurrrving family, I can't ask for much else. And oh yeah, thanks to Ferron and Nestor for the nice shirt they bought me from Thailand! Nice! Now to corner Karen and ask what treats she brought me from Indonesia haha..
OK, back to dork mode. Maybe I should follow Nirorn who has made a home out of the Hon Sui Sen Library, or Korinna to Nerdsville.
Studying is fun. Studying is fun. Studying is fun. Hopefully if we say it long enough, it will be true. But really, studying is fun.
Don't Look Back in Anger
Don't Look Back in Anger
Ahh it's a nice Sunday in Singapore, and especially because the NUS VPN connection is finally up! That means I can surf the internet again. Yesterday afternoon and last night it was down, and all i had access to was the IVLE (the Student Workspace essentially), and NUS sites (email excluded), and surprisingly Yahoo Messenger. And nothing else! I was almost tempted to clean my room (again) and study. Hehe.
* * *
I must comment on my eventful Thursday night, as it was a confrontation session I've never had (with a Singaporean at least). The first time I was fuming mad, and in front of people I respect and work with (thank God it was just the few members of the EXCO.. although I think a few choir members who were slow to leave Function Room 5 caught my preliminary mini-outburst). I don't know how many from the Choir read this space (maybe I should remove the link to this blog in the choir forum), but in the end, although I still feel I had every reason to justify my outburst ("paroxysm" as my new fellow basso Joel tells me.. thanks btw), I eventually think I ended up being the "sorer" one. I think I just blew away what dignity I had, by appearing like a whiney and reactive and insecure and unprofessional troublemaker. At least that's what I think, although my friends tell me it's okay, it happens, and people still love me just the way I am, and all. Thanks, you all. But yeah, it's a blow to the ego. Self-propelled ego-buster.
I am still disturbed. Because, as far as I was concerned, it was an isolated incident that launched me into this. But no, for this person tells me I have always been working counter to her. What?! Now where did that come from? No justification to support the claim too. I can hardly feel my own self getting a real say in the EXCO stuff, and now this? As far as I'm concerned, I can be substituted for a photocopier, and perhaps a messenger with an IQ of 80.
Last thing: mean what you say. Don't apologize if you don't mean it. An apology that comes only because it seems like the natural and expected thing to do is worthless. And if you aren't open to being at least a notch higher than civil the next occasion we meet, forget it.
* * *
Thanks for all the concern everybody. My dad says anger clouds judgment, and yeah that's true. I'll also try to be less reactive next time. But just don't send me inflammatory SMSes that hit below the belt. SMS miscommunication may have been a factor, yes, partly, but since you brought up that bit about me "always being" against you, now I can see this goes much deeper than it seems.
Okay, I'm letting this issue drop. Don't look back in anger, goes the Oasis song. It's just people, and this happens when work has to be done and there are too many supposedly "in-charge".
Be who you are and say what you feel; those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. Thanks, Dr Seuss.
Ahh it's a nice Sunday in Singapore, and especially because the NUS VPN connection is finally up! That means I can surf the internet again. Yesterday afternoon and last night it was down, and all i had access to was the IVLE (the Student Workspace essentially), and NUS sites (email excluded), and surprisingly Yahoo Messenger. And nothing else! I was almost tempted to clean my room (again) and study. Hehe.
* * *
I must comment on my eventful Thursday night, as it was a confrontation session I've never had (with a Singaporean at least). The first time I was fuming mad, and in front of people I respect and work with (thank God it was just the few members of the EXCO.. although I think a few choir members who were slow to leave Function Room 5 caught my preliminary mini-outburst). I don't know how many from the Choir read this space (maybe I should remove the link to this blog in the choir forum), but in the end, although I still feel I had every reason to justify my outburst ("paroxysm" as my new fellow basso Joel tells me.. thanks btw), I eventually think I ended up being the "sorer" one. I think I just blew away what dignity I had, by appearing like a whiney and reactive and insecure and unprofessional troublemaker. At least that's what I think, although my friends tell me it's okay, it happens, and people still love me just the way I am, and all. Thanks, you all. But yeah, it's a blow to the ego. Self-propelled ego-buster.
I am still disturbed. Because, as far as I was concerned, it was an isolated incident that launched me into this. But no, for this person tells me I have always been working counter to her. What?! Now where did that come from? No justification to support the claim too. I can hardly feel my own self getting a real say in the EXCO stuff, and now this? As far as I'm concerned, I can be substituted for a photocopier, and perhaps a messenger with an IQ of 80.
Last thing: mean what you say. Don't apologize if you don't mean it. An apology that comes only because it seems like the natural and expected thing to do is worthless. And if you aren't open to being at least a notch higher than civil the next occasion we meet, forget it.
* * *
Thanks for all the concern everybody. My dad says anger clouds judgment, and yeah that's true. I'll also try to be less reactive next time. But just don't send me inflammatory SMSes that hit below the belt. SMS miscommunication may have been a factor, yes, partly, but since you brought up that bit about me "always being" against you, now I can see this goes much deeper than it seems.
Okay, I'm letting this issue drop. Don't look back in anger, goes the Oasis song. It's just people, and this happens when work has to be done and there are too many supposedly "in-charge".
Be who you are and say what you feel; those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. Thanks, Dr Seuss.
@#$%#$%*!
@#$%#$%*!
It's not ffffing fun anymore. You, you should get your act together and not make me feel fucking useless. I know my job scope, you know, so stop blurring the edges because here I take control. And don't give me this don't-tell-me-what-i-should-or-shouldn't-do-because-my-own-father-doesn't-do-that crap. That's a low blow, and I'll make sure I speak my mind to you tonight, since you're not open to discussing whatever SMS miscommunication problems nor answering any of my well-intentioned questions.
Now to print my notes, skip a learning strategies seminar and get mugging for my linguistics test tomorrow. I am royally pissed.
Breathe in Jose. Now breathe the fuck out. And no I shall not apologize for any vulgarity in this post.
It's not ffffing fun anymore. You, you should get your act together and not make me feel fucking useless. I know my job scope, you know, so stop blurring the edges because here I take control. And don't give me this don't-tell-me-what-i-should-or-shouldn't-do-because-my-own-father-doesn't-do-that crap. That's a low blow, and I'll make sure I speak my mind to you tonight, since you're not open to discussing whatever SMS miscommunication problems nor answering any of my well-intentioned questions.
Now to print my notes, skip a learning strategies seminar and get mugging for my linguistics test tomorrow. I am royally pissed.
Breathe in Jose. Now breathe the fuck out. And no I shall not apologize for any vulgarity in this post.
Peace of mind
Peace of mind
It's amazing what a good afternoon nap can do. And a good supper too after a good sectional session with the basses of KR Choir. And that after a productive time at my EL1101E tutorial and BSP1005 case discussion tutorial (yeah Team Vernon Smith rocks!).
Lots coming up next week, and I'm really swamped, but I think I've managed to condition myself to well, delay worrying about them, and relax once in a while.
I've got up-to-date information about the grisly chop-chop murder of a Filipina maid by a Filipina maid here in Singapore, and still I cringe whenever I read about it, but yeah, happy thoughts happy thoughts.
Speaking of happy thoughts, sometimes I just think of Czech Republic.
And yep, that's my current wallpaper too.
I wanna go to Europe again! And this time, definitely with a Schengen Visa. Hahaha. Those who know me would remember my brush with the Italian Embassy, but yeah that's over, and that doesn't make me like Europe less.
Oh yeah, belated happy birthday to one of my closest friends, Jacques. This guy's terrific, really, and he's the closest thing I have to a little bro. Happy 16th birthday again, Jacko, and I hope you settle all the issues you're currently dealing with. All my good vibes too you.
Coolness.. Emoticons in my blog! Now on to my ST2137 programming assignment and my Calculus tutorial! Midterm break soon!
Music of the moment: Jack Johnson's Better Together
Currently feeling calm.
It's amazing what a good afternoon nap can do. And a good supper too after a good sectional session with the basses of KR Choir. And that after a productive time at my EL1101E tutorial and BSP1005 case discussion tutorial (yeah Team Vernon Smith rocks!).
Lots coming up next week, and I'm really swamped, but I think I've managed to condition myself to well, delay worrying about them, and relax once in a while.
I've got up-to-date information about the grisly chop-chop murder of a Filipina maid by a Filipina maid here in Singapore, and still I cringe whenever I read about it, but yeah, happy thoughts happy thoughts.
Speaking of happy thoughts, sometimes I just think of Czech Republic.
And yep, that's my current wallpaper too.
I wanna go to Europe again! And this time, definitely with a Schengen Visa. Hahaha. Those who know me would remember my brush with the Italian Embassy, but yeah that's over, and that doesn't make me like Europe less.
Oh yeah, belated happy birthday to one of my closest friends, Jacques. This guy's terrific, really, and he's the closest thing I have to a little bro. Happy 16th birthday again, Jacko, and I hope you settle all the issues you're currently dealing with. All my good vibes too you.
Coolness.. Emoticons in my blog! Now on to my ST2137 programming assignment and my Calculus tutorial! Midterm break soon!
Music of the moment: Jack Johnson's Better Together
Currently feeling calm.
Keep it together
A lot of things are threatening to break me apart: dissolve my sanity, try my patience and resolve, test my mental and emotional limits, and push my stamina and strength to the edge.
Thank God for my family, friends, my blog, MSN, the internet, church (happy silver jubilee to the Church of the Holy Cross) and music.
Thanks to Swiss Miss too, this yummy cocoa milk chocolate drink. I hope it has caffeine, as Karen says it does. I've recently (and unknowingly) been a coffee-holic, and I think I'm hooked.
Ahh life is good and I am loved by the people who matter to me. Thanks, you all.
* * *
I don't know why I'm feeling this stressed. Sure I have a test at 8am later, and waking up in time is gonna be a challenge, but hmm.. something tells me my worry-meter is working overtime. Prolly another case of "much ado about nothing".
But then again, I really should feel stressed. I have LOTS up ahead, and I'm barely prepared. Being in the university is a tough job, man.
Alrighty, time to hit the sack. Goodnight world.
A lot of things are threatening to break me apart: dissolve my sanity, try my patience and resolve, test my mental and emotional limits, and push my stamina and strength to the edge.
Thank God for my family, friends, my blog, MSN, the internet, church (happy silver jubilee to the Church of the Holy Cross) and music.
Thanks to Swiss Miss too, this yummy cocoa milk chocolate drink. I hope it has caffeine, as Karen says it does. I've recently (and unknowingly) been a coffee-holic, and I think I'm hooked.
Ahh life is good and I am loved by the people who matter to me. Thanks, you all.
* * *
I don't know why I'm feeling this stressed. Sure I have a test at 8am later, and waking up in time is gonna be a challenge, but hmm.. something tells me my worry-meter is working overtime. Prolly another case of "much ado about nothing".
But then again, I really should feel stressed. I have LOTS up ahead, and I'm barely prepared. Being in the university is a tough job, man.
Alrighty, time to hit the sack. Goodnight world.
All right
All right
Aww.. to get an encouraging email from my mom is one thing, but to get TWO encouraging emails (the second asking me to seek medical help), a message from Dad who even tried to call me (not enough credits right now to answer it sorry) to ask how I am, and some nice comments from sister Kai in a span of two days is a bit strange. Oh no. Is it what I fear it is?
Hehe thanks a lot, you family. :D Big hug! BUT really, I'm okay. Hehe, I'm beginning to think the previous post led you to think I was severely ill or mentally distressed (but actually..haha).
Anyway, I thought I'd clear the whole thing before my family shows up at my doorstep to see how I am. But that wouldn't be such a bad idea, would it? XD
Ahh.. turns out this post is also the perfect excuse to use Blogger's image service. Aha! It actually works quite nicely. Hmm.. is this gonna give my usual provider Photobucket a run for its money? Then again, what usual provider? Hehe yep the posts have been devoid of photos for the longest time, but still, the design and all the nice-looking stuff are still powered by Photobucket. :)
This photo of the four of us was taken (using the now-spoilt webcam) more than two years ago, before I ever set foot on Singapore soil (or pavement, for that matter). Nice! Next time I'll upload more photos (oh yeah including those from Czech!) to make this a more visually-friendly blog.
Thanks again Ma, Dad and Kai. Miss you all.
Aww.. to get an encouraging email from my mom is one thing, but to get TWO encouraging emails (the second asking me to seek medical help), a message from Dad who even tried to call me (not enough credits right now to answer it sorry) to ask how I am, and some nice comments from sister Kai in a span of two days is a bit strange. Oh no. Is it what I fear it is?
Hehe thanks a lot, you family. :D Big hug! BUT really, I'm okay. Hehe, I'm beginning to think the previous post led you to think I was severely ill or mentally distressed (but actually..haha).
Anyway, I thought I'd clear the whole thing before my family shows up at my doorstep to see how I am. But that wouldn't be such a bad idea, would it? XDAhh.. turns out this post is also the perfect excuse to use Blogger's image service. Aha! It actually works quite nicely. Hmm.. is this gonna give my usual provider Photobucket a run for its money? Then again, what usual provider? Hehe yep the posts have been devoid of photos for the longest time, but still, the design and all the nice-looking stuff are still powered by Photobucket. :)
This photo of the four of us was taken (using the now-spoilt webcam) more than two years ago, before I ever set foot on Singapore soil (or pavement, for that matter). Nice! Next time I'll upload more photos (oh yeah including those from Czech!) to make this a more visually-friendly blog.
Thanks again Ma, Dad and Kai. Miss you all.
Chest Pains
Chest Pains
Don't worry, Ma, I'm okay.:D Physically at least.
Lately my chest pains have been more and more frequent. They usually occur during lectures and tutorials.
Dr Lim of my Mathematical Statistics class, for example, goes on and on with his lecture, and, as I scribble down his complex and rather abstract derivations of statistical distributions, I feel a tightening in my chest. He later hands out a take-home assignment due on Wednesday, and as I stare at the paper, I realize I am stumped.. and there go the chest pains again. Dr Wu of my Advanced Calculus class and his French teaching assistant Jelena give me a similar sensation, especially when they say, in both the lecture and tutorial, very easy.. very basic elementary stuff. Dr Biman of my Computer Aided Data Analysis class requires us to learn two statistical softwares, SAS and R, and once remarked to the class (who mistakenly thought we were to do the tutorial in class and not beforehand), How can you do the difficult stuff if you can't do the simple questions? Again, that funny feeling.
I am so behind already. Lord please give me the strength and patience and perseverance to plow through the notes and readings I am supposed to clear.
God helps those who help themselves.
Don't worry, Ma, I'm okay.:D Physically at least.
Lately my chest pains have been more and more frequent. They usually occur during lectures and tutorials.
Dr Lim of my Mathematical Statistics class, for example, goes on and on with his lecture, and, as I scribble down his complex and rather abstract derivations of statistical distributions, I feel a tightening in my chest. He later hands out a take-home assignment due on Wednesday, and as I stare at the paper, I realize I am stumped.. and there go the chest pains again. Dr Wu of my Advanced Calculus class and his French teaching assistant Jelena give me a similar sensation, especially when they say, in both the lecture and tutorial, very easy.. very basic elementary stuff. Dr Biman of my Computer Aided Data Analysis class requires us to learn two statistical softwares, SAS and R, and once remarked to the class (who mistakenly thought we were to do the tutorial in class and not beforehand), How can you do the difficult stuff if you can't do the simple questions? Again, that funny feeling.
I am so behind already. Lord please give me the strength and patience and perseverance to plow through the notes and readings I am supposed to clear.
God helps those who help themselves.
Stressful times.
But come on, you kick ass, Joseph. So stop whining and continue mugging.
Yeah.
Now hopefully my handphone wakes me up on time tomorrow.. so I can catch my Managerial Econs groupmates at Far East Plaza at 10AM for case discussion..
:S
But come on, you kick ass, Joseph. So stop whining and continue mugging.
Yeah.
Now hopefully my handphone wakes me up on time tomorrow.. so I can catch my Managerial Econs groupmates at Far East Plaza at 10AM for case discussion..
:S
Lalala
Lalala
I wanted to post this entry, however blah it is, sooner, if only to get rid of that blah-er post from being the banner post of sorts. Then again, this is another of those blah posts, so yeah, nothing too groundbreaking has happened lately.
Ooh.. but actually there is something blogworthy. And that is the prospect of having my first job ever! Nestor had kindly referred me to this professor teaching Professional Communication from the English Language department, Dr. Sadorra, and I met up with her yesterday afternoon. Tada! An offer to become a student assistant. Basically we'll just have to go for her classes and observe her students while they examine cases related to the workplace, and how they come up with some written response to their boss or colleague or whoever, before the studes actually proceed to the writing activity. It's not an amazing super job, but it sounds good to me actually. Plus, the classes might be in the global classroom, a place I've never been into before, but it promises to be cool, since it's going to have sound recorders and video cameras all over the place. Dr. Sadorra apparently believes in pushing her subject to the next level, as she really wants a detailed documentation of how the students do their tasks, even their facial expressions and the flow of their discussion, as she seeks to deviate from the usual imagine-you-were-a-boss kind of individual tasks. And oh yeah, Dr. Sadorra is a Filipino as well. Let's see how my job (if it pushes through at all) goes in a few weeks.
In other news, two of my very dear friends aren't feeling too good lately. Hope you both are better now, Jack and Dea. I wish I could do something.
Back in Kent Ridge Hall in Singapore, it's Kevin My Neighbor's birthday today! Happy happy birthday! Seriously, he's one of the nicest guys around, very pleasant and cool. And he does rock climbing! The new head of the NUS Climbing team for this schoolyear in fact. And aww.. Grace threw him a good party at midnight awhile ago. Such a cute couple! Thanks for the yummy chocolate cake (tasted like chocolate ice cream cake!) and the pizza! And cool, for the first time in all my take-out pizza history in Singapore, it wasn't Canadian pizza! But Pizza Hut! Hehe. Well, not that Canadian pizza is bad (I love it in fact), but yeah, here's something new! (Well, only because Canadian pizza wasn't available too, I learned.. haha) It was a small party with close friends and neighbors (first-floor guys), and it was one big laughtrip.
Oh yeah, Kent Ridge Road Race yesterday! I joined last year, and seriously, it was the most exhausting time of my entire life. :D Physically, at least. The route is from the SRC carpark, down the slope of Clementi road, back towards SDE, up the slope passing the Central Library and Yusof Ishak House, and back to the carpark. A good 2.2K too. Last year, I stupidly exhausted all my energy in the downward part, and when it came to the steep upward slope, I thought I was gonna pass out and die. But yeah, I managed to keep a, well, fairly decent (in terms of my physical fitness status) rank. Anyway, this year I didn't run as I had a long day and I came from Clementi to buy a Statistics book. I decided to drop by the race at 6:30PM to cheer them on and help out the Sports Management Unit. Coolness, D block won BOTH guys and girls category! Woohooo go D-block! That, considering many of last year's fastest runners were not present. This new guy ZR (I can't make out his Chinese name), set a new record for KR ever, finishing the course in about 7 minutes. To finish it in 9 minutes is already amazlingly fast already, and this guy was supposedly sick yesterday! Many of the Top 11 slots were from D-block too, including 2nd and 3rd places grabbed by Nepalese brothers Nara and Block Head Basu. Cool cool.
Back to my favorite subject (me of course), I'm tired already from schoolwork, and I'm getting lost in lectures and tutorials already. Time to switch on Dork mode!
Really, this time I mean it. :)
Music of the moment: Texas' When We Are Together
Currently feeling high on coffee.
I wanted to post this entry, however blah it is, sooner, if only to get rid of that blah-er post from being the banner post of sorts. Then again, this is another of those blah posts, so yeah, nothing too groundbreaking has happened lately.
Ooh.. but actually there is something blogworthy. And that is the prospect of having my first job ever! Nestor had kindly referred me to this professor teaching Professional Communication from the English Language department, Dr. Sadorra, and I met up with her yesterday afternoon. Tada! An offer to become a student assistant. Basically we'll just have to go for her classes and observe her students while they examine cases related to the workplace, and how they come up with some written response to their boss or colleague or whoever, before the studes actually proceed to the writing activity. It's not an amazing super job, but it sounds good to me actually. Plus, the classes might be in the global classroom, a place I've never been into before, but it promises to be cool, since it's going to have sound recorders and video cameras all over the place. Dr. Sadorra apparently believes in pushing her subject to the next level, as she really wants a detailed documentation of how the students do their tasks, even their facial expressions and the flow of their discussion, as she seeks to deviate from the usual imagine-you-were-a-boss kind of individual tasks. And oh yeah, Dr. Sadorra is a Filipino as well. Let's see how my job (if it pushes through at all) goes in a few weeks.
In other news, two of my very dear friends aren't feeling too good lately. Hope you both are better now, Jack and Dea. I wish I could do something.
Back in Kent Ridge Hall in Singapore, it's Kevin My Neighbor's birthday today! Happy happy birthday! Seriously, he's one of the nicest guys around, very pleasant and cool. And he does rock climbing! The new head of the NUS Climbing team for this schoolyear in fact. And aww.. Grace threw him a good party at midnight awhile ago. Such a cute couple! Thanks for the yummy chocolate cake (tasted like chocolate ice cream cake!) and the pizza! And cool, for the first time in all my take-out pizza history in Singapore, it wasn't Canadian pizza! But Pizza Hut! Hehe. Well, not that Canadian pizza is bad (I love it in fact), but yeah, here's something new! (Well, only because Canadian pizza wasn't available too, I learned.. haha) It was a small party with close friends and neighbors (first-floor guys), and it was one big laughtrip.
Oh yeah, Kent Ridge Road Race yesterday! I joined last year, and seriously, it was the most exhausting time of my entire life. :D Physically, at least. The route is from the SRC carpark, down the slope of Clementi road, back towards SDE, up the slope passing the Central Library and Yusof Ishak House, and back to the carpark. A good 2.2K too. Last year, I stupidly exhausted all my energy in the downward part, and when it came to the steep upward slope, I thought I was gonna pass out and die. But yeah, I managed to keep a, well, fairly decent (in terms of my physical fitness status) rank. Anyway, this year I didn't run as I had a long day and I came from Clementi to buy a Statistics book. I decided to drop by the race at 6:30PM to cheer them on and help out the Sports Management Unit. Coolness, D block won BOTH guys and girls category! Woohooo go D-block! That, considering many of last year's fastest runners were not present. This new guy ZR (I can't make out his Chinese name), set a new record for KR ever, finishing the course in about 7 minutes. To finish it in 9 minutes is already amazlingly fast already, and this guy was supposedly sick yesterday! Many of the Top 11 slots were from D-block too, including 2nd and 3rd places grabbed by Nepalese brothers Nara and Block Head Basu. Cool cool.
Back to my favorite subject (me of course), I'm tired already from schoolwork, and I'm getting lost in lectures and tutorials already. Time to switch on Dork mode!
Really, this time I mean it. :)
Music of the moment: Texas' When We Are Together
Currently feeling high on coffee.
