Hrmm I seem to like spamming blog posts when I'm suppose to be doing work. Anyway its 8am and I am really well rested (slept for 14 hours) and I have the whole day ahead of me, I should be able to progress somewhat today.
I did a personality test 5 mins ago and got an ENFP - the idealist champion & the inspirer, or so they claim. But apparently none of these traits are really shown by me, with like 44% of Extraverted, 62% of Intuitive, 50% of Feeling, and 33% of Perceiving. What type of person are you?
Showing posts with label Sleep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sleep. Show all posts
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Morning After
It feels not as bad as I imagined, facing it is overrated, so anti-climatic. It's time to make the unmanageable manageable, the impossible slightly more possible, and hack away at the mountain one rock at a time.
I read a joke last night. It was quite humourous, in a twisted sort of way. I would post it, but that would kinda defeat the purpose of writing it, and it's kinda unsuitable for the internet. Maybe you all or someone else would get to see it one day. One day that will approach way too soon, it's only a short while away. The time taken for the chance meeting of two halfs to form a whole.
There are things you want to know, but you don't want to ask, because asking will just make it so meaningless. Then how do you find the answer? You can guess, but you'll never know. But that's better than nothing. And you wonder: what's the point of saying it if you're not going to say anything more? Isn't it so pissing when someone says I'll tell you something, but suddenly he changes his mind and decides not to tell you instead?
It's happening. When you tell yourself not to think about it, but because you are telling yourself that you inevitably start thinking about it. And when you think about it your mind calculates the possibilities, as it has always done over the years. Hrmm what probability would I give it to be true? 1%? That's too high? Or too low? Hard to say, these things can't really be calculated. Stop doing that, you've already told yourself that the probability is zero. Or a really small percentage chance, negligible by any standards. Except your own. Then raise your standards, you plead to yourself, so that it becomes negligible and we can be done with it. Outwardly you are resigned that the chance tends towards zero, but inwardly you hope against hope that it is true. Please please please let it be true, but who are you talking to? Have you gone insane that you start speaking to yourself? Don't we all do that? Stop side-tracking.
The probability topic and Bayes Theorem and everything about probability we learn in school is a joke, those don't happen in real life. In real life, the chance of you crossing the road and getting over to the other side is 99%, where the remaining 1% is the chance that you'll get hit by a car halfway across. And provided / given that you are hit by a car, the chance of you dying is a further 50%, and the chance of you living is 50%. (note: statistics have an error of 0.5% of the total chance.) This is what really matters. Also, probability can also been seen from another point of view, and in this case, you just keep telling yourself that it's either true or not in the end, so the probability must be 50%. You would do anything just to raise the probability. And then Levin comes up to you and tell you that it can also be seen that the end result has already happened, so the chance of you getting the end result is 100% and everything else is 0%. Somehow I think it's a lot easier to fool your mind into believing the 50-50% bull, rather than believe in this determinism crap. But in the end, whether the chance is 0%, 0.1%, 1%, 50% or 100%, statistics and probability won't be there to save you when shit happens. I really do hope this turns out to be ironic. Won't it be so nice if everything turned out the way you want it to? But that's not life you see, life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are going to get. I like milk chocolate.
And white is just so much easier on the eyes than black. Why didn't I do this earlier?
Puffy eyes puffy eyes why won't you go away?
you've descended on me so suddenly today.
I hope you aren't here to stay
because I really don't like it this way.
I read a joke last night. It was quite humourous, in a twisted sort of way. I would post it, but that would kinda defeat the purpose of writing it, and it's kinda unsuitable for the internet. Maybe you all or someone else would get to see it one day. One day that will approach way too soon, it's only a short while away. The time taken for the chance meeting of two halfs to form a whole.
There are things you want to know, but you don't want to ask, because asking will just make it so meaningless. Then how do you find the answer? You can guess, but you'll never know. But that's better than nothing. And you wonder: what's the point of saying it if you're not going to say anything more? Isn't it so pissing when someone says I'll tell you something, but suddenly he changes his mind and decides not to tell you instead?
It's happening. When you tell yourself not to think about it, but because you are telling yourself that you inevitably start thinking about it. And when you think about it your mind calculates the possibilities, as it has always done over the years. Hrmm what probability would I give it to be true? 1%? That's too high? Or too low? Hard to say, these things can't really be calculated. Stop doing that, you've already told yourself that the probability is zero. Or a really small percentage chance, negligible by any standards. Except your own. Then raise your standards, you plead to yourself, so that it becomes negligible and we can be done with it. Outwardly you are resigned that the chance tends towards zero, but inwardly you hope against hope that it is true. Please please please let it be true, but who are you talking to? Have you gone insane that you start speaking to yourself? Don't we all do that? Stop side-tracking.
The probability topic and Bayes Theorem and everything about probability we learn in school is a joke, those don't happen in real life. In real life, the chance of you crossing the road and getting over to the other side is 99%, where the remaining 1% is the chance that you'll get hit by a car halfway across. And provided / given that you are hit by a car, the chance of you dying is a further 50%, and the chance of you living is 50%. (note: statistics have an error of 0.5% of the total chance.) This is what really matters. Also, probability can also been seen from another point of view, and in this case, you just keep telling yourself that it's either true or not in the end, so the probability must be 50%. You would do anything just to raise the probability. And then Levin comes up to you and tell you that it can also be seen that the end result has already happened, so the chance of you getting the end result is 100% and everything else is 0%. Somehow I think it's a lot easier to fool your mind into believing the 50-50% bull, rather than believe in this determinism crap. But in the end, whether the chance is 0%, 0.1%, 1%, 50% or 100%, statistics and probability won't be there to save you when shit happens. I really do hope this turns out to be ironic. Won't it be so nice if everything turned out the way you want it to? But that's not life you see, life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are going to get. I like milk chocolate.
And white is just so much easier on the eyes than black. Why didn't I do this earlier?
Puffy eyes puffy eyes why won't you go away?
you've descended on me so suddenly today.
I hope you aren't here to stay
because I really don't like it this way.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Sleep
Guess how long I slept yesterday-till-today?... I mean Saturday-till-Sunday... Well, whatever number you guess, it's probably more than that. I slept a grand total of (insert drum roll...) 19 consecutive hours! Zomg. Yes, that's right folks, that's not 1, not 2, not 3... not 17, not 18, but 19 whole hours. Well, I've been going out since Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, and o wait, Saturday too, for school-related stuff. So it was pretty exhausting going out during the holidays, so when I reached home at 3.30pm++ on Saturday, I decided to sleep. And next thing I knew, It was 9.40am the next day. Now how awesome is that? Well I've amassed a large number of dreams during that period too, there was a flying dream (BEST FREAKING DREAM EVER (don't we all wish for flying dreams...) I was this dragon... and there was this piece of stretchable plastic elastic that I needed to stretch to catch the wind so I can actually glide... and I was crashing in people's homes, and this lady shot at me with a shotgun... and I reached the end and was chased by bigger dragons... and I got caught in this bubble of weird things that the big dragon dude shot out, and it affected me by... somehow but I forgot. Anyway nice dream is nice), a dream about my grandfather (who has gone on to a better place) being awesome, and I remembered another one this morning, but dreams fade kinda fast, so o well. It was fun sleeping so long, you people should try once in awhile. Though there's some side effects to it, namely err... feeling really really hungry for missing a meal, but then again you grow taller from sleeping, so all is well. Well I heard you can grow up to 2cm sleeping, then in the course of the day you shrink back down, so now we know that we should measure our heights in the morning. I was pondering also, what's the use of measuring heights? So we can tower over our peers? I heard taller people succeed more in life, cause people look up to them, literally, so does that mean the extra 2cm in our sleep is beneficial in our working lives? Before the big client meeting, we must all sleep alot so that we can be looked up to by our clients and hopefully secure the deal? Dunno if it works. Sleep is good =)
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Sleep
Wayy too tired these past two days to even attempt to blog, but I've have been collecting thoughts and ideas on what to write. So I will post backlog posts soon. Anyway, sleep and time solves all problems. I sure hope I'm right.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Sleep
Or lack of it
Sleep is important. Really. Cause without it, our minds can't function at their fullest. We're reduced to short sentences. As long ones are too hard to. Construct. I pity those people with genetic insomnia (not sure if this is the correct term), who can't sleep even if they want to. They stay awake, zombie-like, until they collapse and die of exhaustion. Maybe this is the role and function of diseases and illnesses and all manner of bad things - they make us realise the importance and goodness of what we already have and take for granted.
I did some basic calculations - 5 hours sleep at home + 4 hours sleep on bus to school + 6 hours sleep on bus back home + 2 hours sleep on free period/morning before assembly = 17 hours of sleep. That's from... Sunday morning/after till now, thursday night. It's a new record I think, not that I'm proud of it (actually I'm abit, but that's not the point). Anyways, various excuses can be given for the general lack of sleep, with three most likely excuses standing out from the rest of the crowd.
1. Homework - I spent first 3 nights staying up to do the homework but end up not doing anything.
2. Anticipation - of the massive event that will happen at the end of this week, or rather, that starts in a few hours time and ends on saturday night.
3. Daily anticipation - of the day. Enough said.
Implications of lack of sleep
Here are some possible after-effects of a massively-sleep-deprived person, based on a real-case-example.
1. High, feelings of hyperactivity that seem opposite of how your body feels.
2. Emo, general mood swings for no apparent reason.
3. To quote loosely from a figure of authority, "It's is no point staying up for 2 hours, which causes your next day's 24 hours to be very unproductive". The general idea of the quote is there, and it makes much sense. Now time for that to get into my head.
4. Inefficient use of time, similar to point 3, when your body gets not enough sleep, you tend to spend more time achieving the same effects. Like spending 30 minutes reading 1 page of timeline and 1 page of a play. Also, overshooting the bus stop results in 30-40mins extra of low-quality sleep on the bus, and 30-40 less time to spend at home.
5. The image that you present to the people around you is important. If you present yourself as a sleep deprived fella, what will others think of you (and your time management skills)?
6. Brain shutdown, happened once before during a camp. Scary stuff. Note to self: Do not brain shutdown ever again.
7. Death. Spoken not from experience, but the possibility is always there. The loan sharks of sleep that you owe a debt to may very well get violent and cause destruction.
Sleep is good.
Sleep is important. Really. Cause without it, our minds can't function at their fullest. We're reduced to short sentences. As long ones are too hard to. Construct. I pity those people with genetic insomnia (not sure if this is the correct term), who can't sleep even if they want to. They stay awake, zombie-like, until they collapse and die of exhaustion. Maybe this is the role and function of diseases and illnesses and all manner of bad things - they make us realise the importance and goodness of what we already have and take for granted.
I did some basic calculations - 5 hours sleep at home + 4 hours sleep on bus to school + 6 hours sleep on bus back home + 2 hours sleep on free period/morning before assembly = 17 hours of sleep. That's from... Sunday morning/after till now, thursday night. It's a new record I think, not that I'm proud of it (actually I'm abit, but that's not the point). Anyways, various excuses can be given for the general lack of sleep, with three most likely excuses standing out from the rest of the crowd.
1. Homework - I spent first 3 nights staying up to do the homework but end up not doing anything.
2. Anticipation - of the massive event that will happen at the end of this week, or rather, that starts in a few hours time and ends on saturday night.
3. Daily anticipation - of the day. Enough said.
Implications of lack of sleep
Here are some possible after-effects of a massively-sleep-deprived person, based on a real-case-example.
1. High, feelings of hyperactivity that seem opposite of how your body feels.
2. Emo, general mood swings for no apparent reason.
3. To quote loosely from a figure of authority, "It's is no point staying up for 2 hours, which causes your next day's 24 hours to be very unproductive". The general idea of the quote is there, and it makes much sense. Now time for that to get into my head.
4. Inefficient use of time, similar to point 3, when your body gets not enough sleep, you tend to spend more time achieving the same effects. Like spending 30 minutes reading 1 page of timeline and 1 page of a play. Also, overshooting the bus stop results in 30-40mins extra of low-quality sleep on the bus, and 30-40 less time to spend at home.
5. The image that you present to the people around you is important. If you present yourself as a sleep deprived fella, what will others think of you (and your time management skills)?
6. Brain shutdown, happened once before during a camp. Scary stuff. Note to self: Do not brain shutdown ever again.
7. Death. Spoken not from experience, but the possibility is always there. The loan sharks of sleep that you owe a debt to may very well get violent and cause destruction.
Sleep is good.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Sleep... is good.
One word: Tired.
Today i shall slack and not write alot. Yay. In the meantime, here's a nice randomly generated poem:
A vet scores throughout a battery.
A greatest physicist belts the metro.
The token gasps.
The bowl conforms.
The grace dances?
You are a precivilization
or a napu
wtf is a napu
it is a chevrotain somewhat larger than the kanchil
wtf is a kanchil
small chevrotain of southeastern Asia
that's not helping things
so wtf is a chevrotain
any very small, deerlike ruminant of the family Tragulidae
aha, you are a gorkiy.
The End
Reflecting on my previous post, i realise that the paragraphs had totally no link whatsoever. That should not be happening, so from now on i'll try to make sure the paragraphs will be linked by something.
The End. O cactus, why won't you bloom for me?
Today i shall slack and not write alot. Yay. In the meantime, here's a nice randomly generated poem:
A vet scores throughout a battery.
A greatest physicist belts the metro.
The token gasps.
The bowl conforms.
The grace dances?
You are a precivilization
or a napu
wtf is a napu
it is a chevrotain somewhat larger than the kanchil
wtf is a kanchil
small chevrotain of southeastern Asia
that's not helping things
so wtf is a chevrotain
any very small, deerlike ruminant of the family Tragulidae
aha, you are a gorkiy.
The End
Reflecting on my previous post, i realise that the paragraphs had totally no link whatsoever. That should not be happening, so from now on i'll try to make sure the paragraphs will be linked by something.
The End. O cactus, why won't you bloom for me?
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