i’m getting all pensive again, over the same old issues, the same old thoughts.

i hate the way the same old things haunt my mind.

hello world.

i’m now in sydney, seated under a buzzing lamp. because the other lamp in my brother’s room blinks too much and i complained about it.

i think a buzzing lamp is still better than a blinking lamp. at least i can do my readings under a buzzing lamp.

i was conversing with the saviour of my statistics project and it went something like that..

saviour: “iron is actually very nice. blah blah blah blah“

me, thinking: “iron is very nice? has he gone mad?!”

saviour: “he just gave us the answers to the statistics project during class!”

OH.

he meant my lecturer, ian.

i’ve just completed my statistics assignment.

i seldom feel so strongly upon the completion of a deadline, because most of the time, i don’t put in my 100%. i don’t believe in killing myself over school. i wouldn’t say i’ve put in 100% effort this time, but it’s been some time since i’ve invested so many brain cells on a deadline.

this deadline was completed with some divine intervention, i believe. i met the right people at the right time twice this week and i almost lost my thumbdrive with the only copy of the assignment in it.

my solutions may be far from the perfect one. in fact, i’m not sure whether i used the correct analytical models in the first place. oh well, i’ve tried.

there’s still another statistics assignment to go (lecturer’s gonna spring a last minute assignment release on us again) but hey man, i’m done with this!

i can do anything!

it’s time to bury myself in statistics. gotta submit an individual statistics project next friday. there is an urgent need to figure out the central limit theorem, among the ten million other things i cannot comprehend. the only thing i remember about central limit theorem is the president’s glee when she figured it out in those good old days. i should have taken the effort to straighten the damned thing out before i graduated. the thing i hate about statistics is that i have no idea how things are relevant. what the hell is the point about standard deviation and variance anyway?

fortunately the statistics lecturer is painfully slow in his progress. half a semester has gone by and he’s still doing lecture 3. which means we wouldn’t cover more than six lectures this semester. this is very good news for me, because six lectures instead of twelve means the grounds to cover for the final exam is halved. considering i take days to try and understand just one lecture, six lectures are enough to kill.

i guess the sydney weekend will be a good reward for completing the project and figuring out the first three lectures. the brother’s graduating! which means the parents are visiting and the ultimate point is good food galore. these are the main reasons why i have to visit sydney. sure enough, i have to lug my readings and work to sydney so that i survive the next few weeks. but i’ll be feasting on kickass seafood and dim sum and all other forms of yummy food. the parents will also be visiting canberra for a day or two, which will be very bad for me. bringing touristy parents around boring canberra during deadline season isn’t my idea of fun.

goodbye, world. till we meet again.

oh dear, sonific songspot is down. no more looped song on my blog. damn it, i miss that song already.

i will be submitting the worst essay that i have ever (hopefully, will ever) submit. i must have been blinded by the dazzling pink tags on my diary when i agreed to work on the essay with someone i barely knew.

i’m just keeping my fingers crossed the essay still gets a distinction.

i have a strange fetish for writing assignments and working on projects. that is, if they are individual assignments. in fact, i adore working on assignments and projects and i would rather submit them every lesson if only i could be excused from classes. for some strange reason, i detest attending classes, unless they’re kickass classes involving a subject i’m absolutely interested in.

just like how i was really tempted to skip today’s afternoon class because seriously, i don’t learn much from this class. the only reason why i’m taking this module is because it’s a core module. i turned up eventually since i was expecting to collect an assignment which we submitted before the term break. turned out that the assignment would only be returned to us next week. no complaints, but i was kinda cranky throughout the class, especially since it’s winter and the sun sets early. it depresses me to end classes when the sky is dark. my good mood only kicked in when we reached the last page of the lecture handouts and by the time i packed up, i was humming to myself.

i also have the strange habit of forgetting to wake up after the alarm goes off. sure enough, i use the snooze button like there’s no tomorrow. the problem is, my phone has a weird snooze function. upon pressing the snooze button, it shuts up and goes off again in another 9 minutes. don’t ask me why it’s 9 minutes, it puzzles me as well. the worst thing is, the snooze function disables itself without any major warning an hour after the original timing. so for the past few mornings, i’ve been waking up late.

waking up too late for classes is not a good way to start the second half of the semester.

lorne - a town along the great ocean road

the week-long melbourne trip has ended. am glad to be back among my huge bed and a spacious bathroom and internet and a clothes rack to dry everything and not having to live out of a luggage and canberra air. am cranky from the ending term break and ended melbourne trip and no more laughing and drinking and hanging out and having to go in different directions from the travel mates and having to face school hell from now on.

am too tired to blog about melbourne, gotta catch up on some sleep and work first.

it’s that time of the semester when stress starts to build up, but it seems to have started a lot earlier this semester. i go to bed thinking about assignments and having to wake up early to clear assignment preparations. then i would wake up countless times in the middle of the night, scaring myself awake. it’s either because i had a totally ridiculous but frightening nightmare or that i thought i had overslept and it was time to wake up and clear the damned work. sometimes i lie in bed drifting in and out of sleep while waiting for morning to come so that i can get out of bed in peace (yes, the irony) and begin work for the day.

this kind of sleeping pattern has been haunting me for a couple of years, mostly when i’m stressed or troubled. i wonder what happened to the sleeping bug in me that put me to sleep anytime, anywhere, for long stretches of time. gone were the days i could just lie down and sleep peacefully for 16 hours every other day.

say hi to the new owl.

what’s up with people who pepper their sentences with bombastic words and yet fail to be grammatically correct? bombastic words, poor sentence structure, grammar mistakes. it’s a pain to read their writings.

doesn’t anyone believe in writing simply anymore? what about writing to cater to the audience?

does it boost their ego when they toss big words around carelessly? does it serve any purpose or prove a point at all?

it’s killing me, it really is.