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Thursday, March 04, 2010

the power of words. and language.

i think everything seems to be centered around numbers.
money money money.
finance stock market currency statistics weather reports latitudes earthquakes.
yea. why did i choose to study statistics.
the one that one of the closer ones to numbers.
ironically. it was because it had the most words.
in JC i liked doing statistics.
because, it made sense, it was logical.
it was unweaving the information bits stuck in the paragraph carefully thought out by our teachers.
i think they may have had a tough time setting paper 2s because of the amount of words and information they have to make sure the students were provided with before embarking on the journey of analysis.

in my three years of studying stats never once did i not grumble. (urm, maybe i was just alil arrogant during the foundation module, but hey, its lasted only 15 weeks, and only made 1/5 of my school life then)
but, at least i know I have extra depth in my knowledge of that portion.
These few months of job searching and countless explanation to people has dawned on to me how behind the scenes statisticians have been.
"What can "statistics" do?" "why did you study that for?"
hello. there's a reason and calling for every subject that is being offered in our teeny weeny national university.
the national university would not waste their precious resources on developing and mantaining a course that would not bring a name to their graduate, and then back to them.
although i think a huge amount is spent on unnecessary lights and air-conditioning too.

and yes. talking about the use of statistics. Isn't everyone in almost every single subject immersed in it?
from the cold hard finance- where they study trend, forecast, trace retrospective results, show evidence to the public about their capital. is it not statistics?
to human related warm fuzzy stuff like about of help given, needed, death toll, survival rate.
or even the scales of many measurements probably resulted from past history statistics accumulation to form standards and benchmarks.

then why do those people in business. ask. why do i study statistics for.

I remember my driving instructor say, "isn't something you can just feed to the computer and the computer will give you the results." yes. and then sir? "do u understand the results? do u understand the difference and significance of different conclusions that 0.05 and 0.06 can bring?
just like how a doctor's judgement is crucial. so is a statisticians on numbers and graphs, because we have have only theories and case studies to deal with piling, ever-changing results, and renewed old, new data.
ah ha.. i went overboard with my dissatisfaction about the under-ratedness of statistics.

the main point i wanted to say was the power of words.
it might not seem major. but words, and language and tone that comes out from some one's mouth can really affect someone.
i am one person who cannot take "shut up" very well, although i do say it too.
a fun "shut up la" is of course ok. but u know u never know when the person is in a not very good mood despite the smile on his or her face, and that even a fun "shut up la" may cause a slight tingle.
no no. i am not saying that i am that sensitive. I am not that moody a person, its just a thought that occurred to me, when my mum said it like 3 times (with 2 times shouting) at me.
I just wanna remind myself to becareful with my own words and tones. although, the tone really can get bad when i am rushing or am feeling anxious.

it really can get quite bad. the heart crunch. but for me it is only about certain things, or by a certain person and in a certain tone. so with 3 factors needed, I dont think the probability of me getting it is high, but why do i still get it rather often from the ones I cared about so much.


9:40 PM


Fi- Fi-. C
to find a day where from then on
i would never need to lie again.

i really love vanilla.
for its straightforwardness

.mushiness with reality.

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