Sleep.

Th experiment today was OK. It felt good to have actually done everything myself and everything went smoothly. Now it’s just a matter of consolidating the data, analyzing them, and try to craft a report out of it.

After being so badly tormented for the past week, I think it’s OK for me to take a minor break – until tomorrow perhaps?

I need sleep. And I hope I can sleep well tonight.

Bonne nuit.

Experiment.

I felt slightly better this morning, but still not good enough – it’s the kind of day that if not because of something important I really wouldn’t have gone to school. Invigilated in the morning for the Applications of IS module, before rushing off for my HYP experiment. To my horror (actually I wasn’t even remotely surprised) that my project experiment is not even half as important as somebody else’s god-know-what-the-heck-it-is. And even the photocopying machine decided to play trick on me when I most need it. After printing for about 20 sets the whole thing decided to call it a day and refused to work on me. Because I wasn’t even supposed to be operating on that photocopier in the first place, I had no way to deal with it, so I decided to move on with my experiment without printing some of the things – I reckon I’ll sort them out after today’s experiments were done.

So the people came. Some came genuinely wanting to help, but may others were there just for the sake of the monetary reward as they were really just giving me rubbish data that I don’t even know I can use when I eventually write the report. When I looked at some of the results they gave me, I was like – don’t these people even have the basic pride? I felt that the money given to them could probably been put to better use.

I mean, think about it. If you are asking 300 people whether a brand of orange is sweet or not by asking them to test it out, 299 of them tell you it’s sweet without even trying to taste it, would you still think that that brand of orange is sweet? Now I’m paying that 299 of them and having them tell me that the orange is sweet, and they don’t even look at the thing whether it’s an apple or an orange. How sad can that be?

What was more demoralising was that during the entire period of experiment my supervisor couldn’t even be bothered to pop by or give me a call to check how everything was going. When my experiment was over and I went over to his office, he was long gone. Is my project really so unimportant to him? I tell you, I almost broke down at that point. I was really thinking – are all these work worth it? Is it really my fault that I’m conducting my experiment only in October, with one month left to the submission of my report?

I have another day of experiment to look forward to, and I really hope that those who come are going to co-operate with me. I’ve got a god-damn report to write. I’m not even concerned if I get a second upper class honours already – I just want to get a report churned out.

But one darn thing is for sure, because of this experience of my HYP, I will not do my postgrad in NUS. Not that I really would get to do it, but if I’m lucky enough, I will not do it in NUS. This is one bad experience too many.