My Random Ramblings

If only statistics was a lot easier to understand. I mean what the hell does this mean?

1 = E[or sigma](S!(N-S)!x!(n-x)!)/((S-x)!N!(N-x)!n!)

OK, sure if you understood it yeah fine. But when the lecturer explains stuff and then sets stuff in the homework that is pretty much impossible to understand and then NOT provide comprehensive answers that allows you to know HOW to answer the question in the first place but instead give cryptic hints that should give you some idea of how to work it out if you know what you're doing but got stuck somewhere which doesn't make sense because if you know what you're doing you won't get stuck but if you don't know what you're doing then the notes won't help you unless you know what you're doing so in other words the answers that he provides us are not actually answers because one they don't tell you the answers and expect you to intuitively know exactly what's going on while not explaining on how you're supposed to get to that conclusion in the first place but not only that the hints that he gives also makes any who reads it feel that the problem is on their end and that they must be stupid for not understanding what's going on so it makes them question their own self worth in relation to the course that they are doing which in turn decreases their morale and self esteem that creates horrible holes within a human psyche and destroying their confidence which would result in them failing almost pretty much every class because they are asking themselves over and over again whether they are stupid for not understanding the statistics notes and therefore must not be smart enough to understand what's going on in the other classes or whether it's because that everything in the LSE is so complicated there is no point to continue with the studies because if everything else is so complicated too there's no way that they will be able to understand.

*Gasps for air*

OMG, it's Saturday already? It's 00:56 as I write this. Should I go to bed or to polish off the rest of the Naruto manga I'm reading? Decisions, decisions.

Oh, I'm going off to a friend's place tomorrow and making Chinese dumplings. I'm making the mince (a pork one and a vegetarian one) and hopefully won't be making everything myself by the end of the day. Then on Sunday, PAINTBALL! I'm wishing that the gale warning that's been issued doesn't hit London, specifically Upminster where I'm going to play with 32 other people. £15 for the entrance fee, gear hire and 100 paintballs is quite cheap but the £5 per extra 100 paintballs is going to bankrupt me. Hey, it's the first time I'll be going so I'm sure that my paintball ammo is going to be disappearing faster than a freshly cut stake at the home for hungry dogs.

Anyways, I've decided to finish reading my Naruto manga before bed. Nighties!

Even though I've been in the LSE for, I don't know, 2 months now and I've just realised that most of the students staying in the halls can't really cook. Obviously some can cook but most of them can't. I dunno why. Maybe it's because most of them are boarding school students and relied on their school cafeterias for meals. I can't say that I can cook well but at least I get by with cooking meals from scratch but from what I see in the shared fridge, most of the stuff my flatmates buy are just readymeals or stuff that you can shove in an oven or just boil etc. That stuff kills off your brain cells faster than cheetah trying to break the world speed record.

Still the food that I cook can't really be considered healthy either. Stir fries every day is going to build up the oil inside my body until one day someone exposes me to a naked flame and my name shall be remembered as one of the biggest tragedies in human history.

As I write this, my thanks and love goes out to the Italians and their pasta. It's simple and easy to make, shouldn't take more than half an hour to prepare and cook all the stuff. I love Italy and all it's people, but there's one thing I can't stand, it's their language. For some reason, my mind does horrific mental spasms every time it's exposed to the Italian language which makes my ears bleed (well not literally. If you thought I really did bleed from my ears you should get that thing in between yours checked tomorrow). I reiterate that the Italian people are wonderful and so is their country and traditions, but if only they could change their language back to Latin or something, I'd love them even more (in the metaphorical sense you perverts and stop mentally undressing me, it's distracting).

I'm typing this as I eat home made sweet and sour chicken (yep from scratch, the sause and everything). The damn thing took me an hour and half, but it was worth it. I think I'll make a curry next Monday or something.

Anyways, as the Screening Night Officer of the LSE Anime and Managa Society, I have to go back into LSE and put on an anime scheduled for tonight (Higurashi no Naku Koro ni, or When Cicadas Cry: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Higurashi). Even though it is anime, I'd recommend you guys watch the 26 episode psychological horror series (get it from www.animesuki.com through torrents). I've shown it to people who's previously not into anime and they all loved it.

Well, I need to finish eating and get going. Until next time, my little slaves, hehehe.

My god, is it me or has the sun decided to play hide and seek with Andromeda? It was dark at 3PM! That's is so goddamned ridiculous. I know British summer time is over but dark at THREE PM?! Sure there was dark and gloomy clouds in the sky and it was drizzling too but how the hell is it possible to be DARK AT THREE IN THE AFTERNOON?!

Ah, forget it.

Well, today wasn't too bad a day. Bought some stuff for Saturday's dumpling-making-athon with some friends. Good thing was that I found most of the stuff we need. Bad thing was that it costs around £10. £10 isn't too bad but it would have been cheaper if I didn't need to make a vegetarian option for my friend's girlfriend. Not that I'm complaining that she shouldn't be a vegetarian, but everything would have been simpler if she ate meat. Meh.

In other news, I've started playing the recently released Super Robot Taisen Original Generation 2 game that was released last Thursday in English (at last). The game is a Strategy RPG (turn-based) mecha game that is based around the original characters and original mecha that the developers Banpresto have introduced into their Super Robot Taisen games over the last 15 years. If you want to know more, just pop over to www.srwg.org or if you can read Japanese www.suparobo.jp for more info about the GBA game. I'm glad that pigs are flying over a frozen hell because an SRT have been released in the West but to be honest, some of the name translations are slightly disappointing. Like a BGM that was originally called Dark Prison has been remained Man in the Dark. WTF?! I mean sure, if there was spacing problems then I'll understand but MAN IN THE DARK is LONGER than Dark Prison. Atlus (the game translators) blame Banpresto by saying that it is they who decide on all final translations. I think someone's growing whiskers out of their cheeks and becoming weasel like. I mean come on, at least you could have come up with the excuse that it is done to protect the American/Western society from pain and suffering in some form, but nooooo...they blame it on Banpresto. I admit that Banpresto must have had some influence but according to their blogs, some of the Original Generation developers have shown their displeasure at the English translation of names and other scripts. *Sigh* Ah well at least I have an English game to play.

Things to do...things to do...

Econ History notes needs typing up...Economics Problem Set #2 needs to be done by 8th of Dec...Economics quiz to be done...well, gotta go.

Hey all,

Another blog on the vast wastelands of internet blogging, one which will be casually overlooked by all apart from me, myself and Mr Chirpy by imaginary friend. So if that is the case then I really don't give a damn about what I post up here, but if the internet police from whatever government reads this then I'll probably disappear for several months and come back with nothing to show except some mental scars (which you can't see anyway).

Since this is my first blog, I'll introduce myself. You guys can call me Nabeshin III. I'm not telling you my real name because who knows what kinda nut cases might be reading this(*). The name Nabeshin is copyrighted, I presume by the anime series called Excel Saga and it's director Watanabe Shinichi (hence nabe shin). The III that came after it was my own creation, but some of you die-hard law degree holders with knowledge in copyright/trademark bastards who say that everything we say and do is copyrighted/trademarked, the III is also trade marked by some obscure person who's also copyrighted millions of other words and is currently building a money-brick house in Aruba. On a side note, if you are Watanabe-san, your films and anime are great (please don't sue me, I'm poor and hungry).

(*: You might notice that this contradicts what I said in the first paragraph, I'll be doing that quite often. If you feel the need to comment or email me about it, fine but I'll just be wondering how with no one reading this blog can suddenly generate feedback.)

I'm a student at the London School of Economics (LSE for short, kinda like the London Stock Exchange but with less shouting men and women). It's the 3rd best university in the UK who's a little bit like Robin Hood where they take the money from the poor students and redistributes them to the rich (but suffering) shareholders, boardmembers and overpaid lecturers, to whom we clap for at the end of each lecture, BUT WE ARE PAYING THEM BETWEEN £12000 AND £3000 A YEAR TO DO THAT, WTF?!

As you probably realised, I'm a fan of Japanese animation. Go ahead, laugh, I'll give you a minute to settle down before I carry on.

How did I get into Japanese animation, you ask? Oh, you didn't. Well up yours, you're going to hear it anyway. I'm not too sure how or when I magically got thrown into the world of animation. I think it started with transformers back when I was little in China, but the only thing I remember was OPTIMUS DIES!!! But after I moved to the UK, anime (short for Japanese animation, if you think I'm going to type Japanese animation one more time, I'm going to reach through the TCP/IP line and smack you) was practically non-existant. Sure there was the good ol' Captain Scarlet and Thunderbirds but those aren't really cartoons. I think the first instance of anime that was shown on public television had to be Pokemon. I'm not going to say anything else on the subject of my life but if you want to know more, please direct all relevant mail to mailbag@pokemon.com, go bother them, shoo. Anime eventually lead me to become a mecha fan and a fan of a Japanese game called Super Robot Taisen. I'll be talking about that game and other related stuff so I won't bore you with that now.

Chicken, jam, 7, Debby Moore, consider, ocelot, vat.

Those words don't actually have any meaning, I was just checking whether you're still awake.

Carrying on, I'm currently doing a degree in Economics (I can hear the groans already). Another fool trying to get his way into the world of business, heh. Well, let's just say I like to take on challenges that come my way when they get here. It's not like I'll be scrambling my way over the dead bodies of other slain graduates in the market, am I? It would be cool if that can actually happen, the scrambling over the dead graduates part, not the difficulty in getting the job part.

Well, I think I'll leave that there for the moment. Need to get some reading done and gonna have some sweet and sour chicken tonight for dinner. Going to try and NOT make the sauce taste like watered down vinegar this time.

Nabeshin III