Monday, October 22, 2007
-Transitioning-I type to this entry as if i only had the time to do so because i was on the train towards school and this was all the time (or energy) that i could squeeze out of just to input my thoughts. Unlike the times when i had to post something immediately after a day of fun (because i would forget as soon as i had my very next day of fun), i realise that i can still so vividly remember the moments of joy i have had for these past three months.Oh what a bore has everything become! I have been reduced into the most common of hermit, and my shell is cracked with the scars of stress and everyday worries. I have never appreciated the notion of projects, and so i will have you imagine how the many, many, MANY projects of my course has sent my timetable into the utmost topsy turvy. Its like a rollercoaster ride that i cannot get out of, and i am still vomiting from the motion sickness. What a sick nightmare!Well, i guess for those who know me, and my history of math, i guess i need to commemorate an entire worthy paragraph to talk about statistics. Statistics, in a nutshell to me, is my very worthy version of hell. Its like i was sucked away from all my favourite books that i was reading to shrink like little alice, thrown onto a calculator that is a hundred times my size, and asked to input the correct configurations before i could escape. The jack rabbit has been waiting so long for me to get the answer, its skeletons lie beside the 'off' button of the mechanism, portraying its very patient resistance to just let me fail permanently and die.That time to go is upon me again, and i will speak to all after the exams.
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