Almost a year on, the kind of things I pen on my Keep:

Shit Singaporeans say at the Great Wall of China:

Man (mumbling in Cantonese, then suddenly transit to English): OH S**T I haven't file my income tax yet!

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Lady in red trench coat: The last time I came to the great wall, I wore heels!

Smart things Chinese kids say at the Great Wall of China:

妈： 我不能了...

孩 1：我们要坚持!!!!

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孩 2: 他们说不到长城非好汉，那是错的。我说非去长城是笨蛋!

knowing thyself

the quantitative bounded my soul, and the qualitative freed it.

as innately one who rejoices in creative expression, i have been struggling to gain footing of my soul's desire at work.

after these 34 months, i don't know what took me so long, but:
- i find beauty in both quantitative and qualitative; numbers are so dreadful, but it allows me to see the bigger picture, while small samples set me worried about representation and biases, but yet it is through probing motivations that get me so high
- ultimately, i like working with mixed methodologies, but the qualitative is my core soul expression

my focus in the next year:
- more exposure to mixed methods and qual only projects, hopefully.
- still got to improve quant acumen and analytical skills - a course maybe?