data slave ......... NOT.

i have self-declared data to be over. though as data slaves we all know it will never be over.
but i need a break from the madness.
condolences to the presentation group. but we all have our own share of shit. and i am glad mine is nearly totally flushed down. just some bits left, like shit that is stuck to the toilet bowl.
so, what better way to celebrate end of torture week than meeting the girl gang.
zhongyang used to call us that. i shall call us that cos its shorter than saying minjia,zhuan and oli. and it sounds cool. anything with an element of badness like gang is cool la.

this meeting got postponed 2 times (sorry girls) , and i almost went to clarke quay instead of orchard, and i was stuck in an uber jam with koekoemeowf (why the fuck is jam getting out of school bigger than jam in orchard!?) but ultimately, we still met. though i was one frickin hour late. sorry again.

dinner at sushi tei.
damn, i never knew paragon had a sushi tei.


an incomplete picture of dinner. cos i was too hungry and only took a picture after the uber golden roll arrived.


the uber golden roll. i hate the prawn head, damn disgusting la. but the golden roll is frickin nice. nice to look at and nice to eat. big fat fried prawn wrapped with rice and mango and orange roe. but yu need a big mouth to eat it successfully. must pop the whole damn thing in yur mouth at one go, if not the roe will fall off. despite my big mouth, i still failed.



as zhuan would say: 'picture for blog with caption "minjia and me!"'
minjia damn skinny, make me (especially my face) look damn fat.
cos of my round face, i supposedly look like the stupid bao emoticons minjia likes to use on msn. :(



tried to take a picture for blog of zhuan and oli. but oli too busy msging hunny. and zhuan too busy eating. haha i'm just kidding. i dunno who oli is msging. but zhuan was really too busy eating (see below)

failed again.

and again. zhuan is a punk la. heehee don't kill me zhuan.

and again. almost caught a shot of zhuan in unglam eating pose. but my stupid camera was slow cos i didnt on the flash.

and finally - zhuan and oli.
zhuan damn fierce. see, we are really girl gang.

i was too busy watching the neighbouring tables eat hotpot, cos it was so cold and i also wanted hotpot, that i forgot to take group pic. shit.

then we went to vil'age picnic for dessert of caramel banana crepe with custard filling and swiss chocolate ice cream. yumyum. :)

great night out :) meeting yu guyz, ok girls whatever, is always fun. glad we really finally met! and i can't wait to meet again for dvds at oli's house. wonder if the excited peeing dog will pee when we go.

PROF TAI IS QUEEN!

iloveheriloveheriloveher

and cos of her, our data analysis presentation is gonna OWNZ!!!!!!!!!!!!! tmr. i mean today, exactly 13 hours later. omg WTF am i doing. GO SLEEP LAR.

damn i am so going to dream of crosstabs and excel tables of stratifications.
prevalence rate.... PRR..... 95% Confidence Intervals.... p value.....zzzz

uber super really final final data

warning : angst ahead

if yu think survey sucks, come do data analysis.
welcome to my life.
after 3 days of hell, i would really like to say data analysis is over. but it is not.
i suspect it is cos manny wayne and me are unfortunate enough to have a small group of 3 analysing a whole lot of bullshit. and only manny truly knows what is going on in the confounding pile of statistics shit. so all 3 of us end up putting in hell alot more time. and in case someone is thinking of giving me a bad peer review for saying this, i am not meaning that other teams put in less effort. but cos we have fewer people, the denominator is smaller so each person has more work, as opposed to dividing the work by like 5 people. gosh i hate being politcally correct cos it is so longwinded.
and so each day we chiong like shit, hoping to finish by that day itself so that the presentation team can get the shit faster. and of course so that we dont have to come school anymore la. but fucked up shit happens, and when we are almost done, we are told that we did it wrongly. so we fucking end up doing it all frickin over again. and i think we analysed the same bullshit data 4 frickin times. which is fucking hell alot if yu look at the fucking amount of questions there are under health belief. and also include the fucking amount of confounders for each fucking question. and yes i am fucking pissed off about data analysis if yu cant already tell by looking at the fucking number of fucks there are in this fucking blogpost.
so the data was first named data. then we had to redo, so final data. then redo, so final final data. then redo, so super final data. then fucking redo again, so finally it is called uber final data. cos i decided to just write over the old file cos too many redo-s, i fucking ran out of names for the fucking data.
and after all this fucked up shit, some appreciation would be most welcome. but the bloody tutor has obviously not done analysis for such a study before, cos he walzes in and asks us to analyse in further detail. !&#@(*^@*($^!*&$^(!&* even fuck cannot express how i feel. i seriously wanted to shave his head and make him cry. and he frickin undermined my intelligence the bastard. anyway i hate him, and i am probably going to get a bad review from him cos i made it clear to him that i hate him. knn.

so 3 days of late lunches and dinners, back shoulder and neck aches, fucked up spss which is damnshit hard to use (did yu know that when yu shift stuff, the frickin title disappears?!?!?!?! have to frickin 'insert new title' and retype in all the titles again. fucking shithole.), fucking confounding statistics like prevalence rate ratio risk estimate confidence intervals chi squared test p value mann whitney test N-Par test 2 independent samples T-test crosstabulations stratification descriptive statistics proving associations confounders prevalence rate
i am obviously fucking losing my mind.
and even after all this shit, i still dont feel confident abt EBM for COFM pros. riiight... some help this CHP is.
CHP really fucking damn hell shit sucks. i missed tuition, thats frickin 75 bucks. and i feel like a free labour sucker doing all this data analysis. people are actually paid to do this shit!!!! wtf.. and relationships are strained.
seriously.. what is CHP for. i find no reason in it. since the absolutely wonderful tutor said to use my intellect and not rely on p values and confidence intervals, then WTF are we doing the analysis for? if significance is not an issue, and intellect is the key, then even before project start can conclude already what. like who dunno health beliefs and health seeking behaviour will influence health outcome. ccb. there is absolutely no fucking reason at all in this stupid fucked up project.
2 more days of data analysis this week. and then we'd better fucking be done.


and this is enough angst from me tonight.

please don't try so hard to say goodbye.


i have eaten 2xpopeyes in 2xdays.
i am like so fat that even judeboy says i'm fat. and he's fat. so that's means i'm uber fat.
it does not help that bryan is going to eat grass in taiwan jungles for 3 weeks and get skinnyer than he has already become since NS.
fuck, this sucks. i wish i can shrink like nicole richie. and maybe get that nice fringe of hers too.

so anyway, what is a blogpost without pictures right?

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i know i look like shit. but i think he looks cute. and for once he smiles in a picture with me.
he always refuses to smile in pictures with me. but yet he took a picture with an idiotic stuffed bear and smiled like the frickin chesire cat from alice in wonderland. like seriously, wtf.



damn.. i am already missing this silly idiot so bad.

fuck the chicken in the egg.

survey sucks. total ownage.
i tried the puke inducing sweet smile method. but i am just not cutesy enough to get people to agree to do the frickin survey.
i tried the authoritative method. make the aunties think its a must-do kinda thing. didn't work.
i tried the pleading method.
me: 'auntie we ask while yu wait for number lahh... very fast one. 5 minute!'
auntie: 'cannot lah! i very busy! i must wait the number! later they call me i cannot hear!'
walau.. since when is WAITING for something=very busy ah?
i tried the confounding method. and i think that works best. do it like the penguins in madagascar.
anyway i am glad i have got my box office duty over and done with. i watch the aunties until i think i can do pre-registration already la.

getting people to do the survey is hard. doing the survey is even harder.
but after awhile it all became mechanical. like a survey robot.

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on friday i had to survey this uncle. he has messy hair and wore yellow. avoid him like the plague!!!!!
it was a goner from the beginning. cos he had bad breath. and he kept spitting on me. and he kept stepping on my feet. till i ended up squirming away from him. but he kept inching forward. so i squirm away more. which ended up in a final scenario of us taking up 3 seats.
fuck sia. he didn't even apologise for stepping on my feet damn hard. even though i pointedly said "OW."bastard!
and he is FUCKING LUO SUO with completely irrelevant stories. feel my pain.
going on and on about how uber japanese medical services are. so i said "oh, ok." typical disinterested answer to get him to shut the fuck up. but he went on and on. i was seriously contemplating telling him the japanese might have killed and raped his relatives in the war to stop his pro-japanese ramble.
and then he went on to chinese medicine. and he insisted that medical students should all study chinese medicine. i said "well i have no interest. those who have go study lor. personal interest and choice what." he said 'NO! you must study it!" and he even went so far as to say that we will all have to use chinese medicine from china if we wanto do trade with china cos china will make us buy it. WTF!? can the government catch him now or smtg?
and then he started saying western medicine sucks. and he blames his doctor if his condition is bad cos the doctor should give him proper medicine to make his diabetes ok. the patient should not be the one to have to exercise and eat healthy to control the condition. omg... delusions ftw. and if he really thinks western med sucks, what the fuck is he doing here waiting at the polyclinic anyways? lame ass.
the most owning bit is when he asked me "which comes first. chicken or egg?"
walau. either answer also confirm get a bull shit long story from him. so i said "aiya can we not talk about this cos it will take forever."
and he said "SEE! i told yu japanese are great! cos if yu ask any japanese kid, he will very confidently tell yu egg!" in the process i was showered in spit. knn.
"yu have a chicken from the egg. but yu don't know the parents. they could be non-chickens! and they made an egg and the dna in the egg mutated so yu have a chicken! so the egg comes before the chicken."
er, okay........
to ease the pain, i pictured a phoenix mating with a crow producing a chicken. cos its damn gross and disturbing and funny and it takes my mind off the yellow old man spitting on me.
i wanted to just give up and put him as non-responder cos every question results in uber long story. but for the greater good of our stupid chp, i persisted.
and i was finally done with the survey, but he was telling me about his wife and how he let the house be in her name so she can feel assured that she will have something in the event that he is a promiscuous bastard and cheats. oh how absolutely romantic.... NOT.
i was dying from the damage per second.. and resigned to my fate cos stupid wayne ignored my pleading eyes for rescue when he walked past. until manny rescued me. chunli ftw :)
and at the end the uncle even got the cheek to say "she's very patient. very good! cos a doctor must be patient."
good lord. i felt like i was on mtv boiling point. just that i didn't get any money. or i was on punk'd. but there was no ashton kutcher.

AWESOME!!

oh yeah baby! we completed time crisis 2!
some sense of accomplishment.
and no one is allowed to pop my bubble.
uberuberuber :)
manny and me are very happy cos we were the ones holding the gun when game ended. which means we were the ones who accomplished the mission. and what abt wayne? he just returned from changing 2 more dollars and then we completed it :) haha.
next mission is either marvel vs street fighter or time crisis 3 or completing time crisis 2 with less money. hahaha. shit. why does everything seem to involve lots of money.
maybe should stick to peesai ball texas hold'em up.

fuck.

i have been resisting the temptation to play dota for damn long. which is a damn big achievement la. new map with 2 new heroes leh, and i never play. wtf.
finally, today i really feel like playing. so i on my comp..
and then knn and ccb! i realised that i need to insert the damn fucking cd to play!
and my damn fucking cd drive is spoilt.
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
its damn irritating when yu think abt something for damn long, then yu finally decide to do it, and then yu can't do it.
wtfwtfwtf. what a bubble-popper.

regression to childhood


wayne, manny and me have a new love.


it all started not so recently when i was walking past the vivocity arcade with bryan, and i saw a girl playing armadillo racing. she sucked like shit la.
i told bryan that, and he challenged me to a match. and i kicked his ass at it. HAHA.

anyway, one day wayne manny and me wento vivocity on another one of our quests to find our medicine tutors presents. till today we still haven't given them anything.
anyway we got tired and we felt stressed and a whole lot of other angsty shit. though actually we weren't really studying hard or anything.
so i suggested armadillo racing for catharsis.
and so after that, we love arcade again. 'again' cos arcade is a teenybopper thing that we are supposed to love last time only. teenybopperhood is all about coins cos teenyboppers are poor. arcade 50cent coins..neoprint $1 coins..

so anyway, armadillo racing.
good for people with peripheral neuropathy of the hands. cos rolling the ball to get yur armadillo racing is FUCKING PAIN. i will post some pictures of our intense concentrating faces and us moronically rolling the ball before the race even starts. but that will have to be after my cd/dvd drive works again. i killed it with overdose of prison break from 12pm-6am.
so be content with this cute armadillo first.
they are like sonic the hedgehog (shit, more childhood stuff). the more momentum yu have, it will curl into a ball and shoot off. and the armadillos cry when they lose the race.



after that, manny and wayne played time crisis 2. which gave us a new mission to complete time crisis 2. wayne mixes up reality and ducks bullets like a chicken when playing, and manny shoots damn cool with one hand only. uber. my leg goes into clonus if i play too long, cos must keep stepping and releasing pedal. haha. after the clonus, i am unable to hide properly then i will die. anyway at our 3rd attempt to complete time crisis 2, the stupid gun at marina was spoilt, so we tried time crisis 3! which is damn fuck hard la. but damn fun cos the graphics nicer, and got alot of zng weapons. like can choose machine gun to kill those muddafuckers.
but manny and wayne don't like, cos they say the game is designed to eat our money :( so i suspect i will not get to play that anymore... unless i can convince bryan to play with me. actually, i think i will just bring jude out to play. haha. shit jude is like pri3, and i am m3. and i wanto bring him to play time crisis with me. wtf... i am mad.

time crisis 3


wayne like cos got babe in it.
when i play, i will only be blue. i hate red, he so ugly.


i also wanna learn howto play streetfighter vs marvel superheroes!
cos spiderman damn cool
sucks la. so many combi, must hurry go mug! haha .. not!
bryan told me about some 99hit combo. imba shit.

this is disgusting, i think i am going to go broke playing arcade.

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apart from arcade, today i finally learnt how to play texas hold 'em.
or according to wayne batik yap: texas hold-up!
i actually hate poker, cos i associate it with stripping. but after casino royale, daniel craig made it interesting. cos now there is hope of getting rich.
anyway, we played with peesai balls cos gummy and me just learnt today. and we don't wanto use real money cos sure lose. quite funny cos the peesai balls all different size. some weird looking chips there.
sianz, throughout the nusty 2h cofm meeting, i was thinking of texas hold-up.
shit i am addicted to playing games.

the only constant is change

ok, so i didn't change my skin. but i changed the layout!
i like it :)

2007

gawd. i absolutely hate writing reports. i have been working on this cofm bullshit since like 27dec and i'm not even half done. wtf. doing cofm is really a damn loser way to bring in the new year. shit.
cofm really sux. cos i had to travel all the way to the west to meet my patient. lucky my patient is uber nice. thanks manny and wayne for waking up at 10am and going down to teban gardens asbestos office with me, and thanks jingy for accompanying me to jelapang though yu had to journey away from town and back again. LRT rides are pseudo kid rollercoasters with amazing white-out windows. i know i am ulu, but i am seriously fascinated by the white-out function. if anyone knows how it works can tell me?

anyway, welcome back manny! i am glad that yu caught an early flight home, cos i would be shit worried and fear my doom to the torture of being in a cg with wayne only, if yu were not back and the bombings happened. but anyway i wouldn't know of the bombings if yu hadn't told me.. so, haha. but i am glad yu are back anyways. and i hope i have a present. haha.

holidays are almost over, and i have not done all that i wanted to do! as usual.. the lazy procrastinator.
i have not met zhuan, minjia and olivia again.
i have not gone swimming with the judogirls.
i have not done my scrapbook for my trip last year.
and alot of other stuff. shit.
to add more stuff to-
after my report is done, i shall change my blog skin! cos i kinda screwed up my template, so might as well get new template for a new year.

ok, i just wanted to write this so i'd be writing something other than cofm.
and now i shall sleep!
i wanto go watch borat tmr! cultural learnings of america for make benefit glorious nation of kazahkstan!
i suspect it will be an embarrasing event though, cos bryan has already warned me that he is going to laugh fucking loud in the theatre at every little thing. that bastard.

oh ya, happy new year :)