29 May 2014

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Her Name is Statistics

"Her Name is Statistics" merupakan sebuah cerita pendek yang saya buat dalam rangka mengikuti English Day di jurusan saya pada bulan Maret yang lalu. Meskipun berhasil menjadi pemenang dalam kontes, jujur saja, tulisan ini sangat jauh dari sempurna. Saya memang kurang handal dalam menulis. Setelah saya membacanya kembali, ceritanya benar-benar absurd, antar kalimat tidak koheren, diksi kata yang kurang tepat, dan bisa jadi terdapat penggunaan EYD alias grammar yang salah. 
Selamat menyaksikan keanehan dalam cerita ini.

Theme: All about Statistics
Her Name is Statistics
Short story originally written by M. Rasyid Ridha (140610120074)

Once upon a time, there lived four children who were born from Science. Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry and Biology were their official name. Math—the nickname of Mathematics—was the first son of Science. The second one was Phys which was in short term of Physics. Chemistry or commonly called as Chem was the third child. And finally the last one was Biology, nicknamed Bio.

One day, Math born a new child, named Statistics. She was called with nickname Stat in general. In contrast, even Stat was the son of Math, she was really different with her parent. Moreover, her differences with other Science’s generation were quite enormous. The Science’s generation were usually defined as “certainty”. However, Stat was the one with many things about “uncertainty”. Thus, she was commonly dubbed as “Science’s generation of uncertainty”.

Despite of her distinctions, Science—the grandparent of her—said that she was the extraordinary newborn of its generation. She really made the differences which was very useful to mankind in almost every sectors. In addition, because of her, the other inherits of Phys, Bio and Chem were developed more vastly than before.

Unfortunately, Stat did not develop vastly like the other inherits did. However, she helped the other to develop with her abilites. Even though uncertainty was patched with her, that uncertainty could be used to catch something unseen to help the others find their sight and certainty. She was limited at all, but when she fused with others, she would become unlimited.

In her daily life, Stat was not the only one did her chore. She born and created many parts of her generation in purpose to divide her job specifically. Probability Statistics or ProbStat that had some genetics of Calculus, the another generation of Math, was the “nucleus” generation of her.

Without ProbStat, other generation of Stat would not be exist. Thus, he was greatly dependent with another generation of Stat. Indeed, there were so many generations of Stat with different purpose and function each other. 

In purpose for collecting, there were Sampling. Design Experiment was used to prepare and design. Only for describing purpose, there were Descriptive Statistics. In purpose to inference, Parametric and Non-Parametric Statistics did that. Regression and its descendant, Correlation, were used to forecast.  And many more part of Stat life did their chores differently.

In short term, they all were Probs the crux, Sam the collector, Desex the architect, Destat the painter, Par-Nonpar twin the judge, and Regress the fortune-teller. Surely, each generation were dependent at all. They connected together with bridge of Stat genetics in their blood vessel.

Sam the collector, he was the first man who gathered the resources with his any methods. Then, Desex the architect would design the resources to make them more appropriate. The designed resources were ready to prepare. Destat the painter could serve the designed resources by describing them. Unluckily, Destat was not capable to explain that resources comprehensively with only her beautiful drawing.

Destat’s limited capability would be helped by Par-Nonpar twin that had the ability to make the judgement. Destat’s drawing was not enough for helping people to tell them what the resources mean. Her drawing would be full of relative to persuade what people thinking about the resources. 

Then, reasonable judgement from Par-Nonpar twin could helped to explain more about the resources. Both Par and Nonpar had different using but in same purpose to judge. Par judged the quantitative of the resource’s part which was defined by value or number. In contrast, Nonpar judged the qualitative of the resource’s part which was not defined by value or number that ocassionally could be transform to number or value in given term and condition.

They judged between two possibilities condition, “Yes” as the null hypothesis or “No” as the alternative hypothesis, with any significance number usually 5% indeed. However, without the power of Prob the crux, they would not find the good estimator for their judgement. With their help, resources were ready to be concluded and explained.

Not enough until there, Regress the fortune-teller, was the special one from the Stat’s generation. He was like a magician who could forecast the future. Fortune-teller or forecaster was his title. He used the resources pattern to decide what was the next move of the resources variable. Then, from the pattern, he would found the suitable model that could be used to forecast the next pattern. And to judge whether his model was good or not, Par or Nonpar could help him.

Unfortunately, all of them would face many problems and challenges in their life. They had enemies too, one of them was Error, entitled Err the guilty-hunter. Because of him, all of Stat’s generation purpose would not become useful. As the result, Regress the fortune-teller could not forecast precisely, or Par-Nonpar twin could not decide well.

Their enemy was a serious threat that made the uncertainty more uncertain. Hence, Stat and her generation were full of uncertainty. If they could determined the uncertainty with good expectation, in this case they could handle Err the guilty-hunter, then it would be unbiased. However, if they could not determined the uncertainty, they would be trapped in the darkness, and then it would be biased.

Until now, Stat and her generation still live in this world. They are very useful for mankind’s life in almost every pathway. Additionally, they help other knowledge to develop and spread more vastly. Their stories will never end until the world ends.

The End which mean No End

11 May 2014

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Dream envisage dream

Written at the daybreak or early morning on 03 May 2014
Last night, I got wake up about several times because I felt that I remembered my unconscious mind in different world—or you can define that I dreamed in my beauty sleep. There was merely two real-visage story that I would tell you. The first one was about my dream which transformed to different phase of my other dream. The dream on the first context was about my target. However, the dream which had been transformed, was about the dream in the night. The second one was not really important, I think, because It just told us an unnecessary story. Yet, I did not know why I always tell you and myself about my special unconscious mind in the cold night. Let us see!

The first one was about my dream to go abroad which had been became reality in another dream in my night. For our information, this year, I decided to collect my power in case for preparing myself to go abroad. My mission indeed is going abroad this year, as soon as possible, at least next year, 2015. The story was like usual—freak and mysterious.

Once upon a time in my mind, I went to a mysterious place with unknown people. Firstly, I felt that I went to a tour in other country. I met and talk with foreigner from Arab Saudi. There, I did not know what language I spoke to him. I just asked where are he come from before I predicted that the man came from Mecca. Furthermore,  I did not know why but the condition was floody on my feet. Where was I really? What a tour I went to? This was really mysterious.

As the story told before, I did not know everything changed instantly. I suddenly went to a place, like a museum or a hotel perhaps. I met my old friend, Ipra, when I want to left that building. We met there in the main gate of that building. I did not know whether I talked to him or not. Necessarily, that building was like a museum with yellow brownish colour on the wall. There, I saw many people—came and left, like a society of holiday thirst maybe. 

After that, everything changed again instantly. I presumed on that story that I was in South Korea with some of my family. This time, maybe, we were in a hotel with a view of a magnificent bridge like Suramadu or Golden Gate. There, I was really contented seeing the beautiful Golden Gate in Souh Korea as my assumption. I saw it on the night with beautiful light of the bridge. There, I superbly want to took a photo of me, jumping happily with that beautiful bridge as the background.
Perhaps, the bridge was looked like this:

Namhae Bridge in Busan, South Korea

But there was something pity. The yard of the hotel was full of water—it was flood again like the story before. Suddenly, I thought that it was okay about flood in Indonesia, even though the thrive country like Souh Korea felt the same. After that, I saw my family member talked each other. I saw my aunty especially Wa’ Ibu on that scene. However, the other one, I did not recognize well.

There, I brought my laptop in my bag to a table with many people. I did not know what the purpose was, but I thought that I want to used the laptop enjoying the beautiful night and magnificent view of the bridge by sitting and surfing the internet with the laptop. However, my family told me to go back—I really did not know—I therefore took my laptop on that table. On that table with many stranger, I was afraid my laptop would be stolen by people but the reality that it was okay.

Everything lost as usual. I met with my older brother told me about the dangerous of this place. He knew it after went out and saw everything outside alone. For our information, my brother usually went outside seeing strange thing and explore the place that we together visited. So that, he did the same like the real world he has done. He told me that he felt the scary aura here. He shouted and the scary aura responsed him with a nightmare sound like a wolf or a dangerous animal. He felt that there is so many dangerous animal hunted for the human’s life here. Okay, I thought that it was so freaky. What the story told me indeed? I really did not understand.

The next story was about unnecesary thing. I sat on the ground in an unknown place. At the same time, I met my younger friends stand in front of me. There were two of them walking together. But they seemed did not know me at the first time. Yet I thought that they did not see me. I did not know what happened next but this was really unnecessary.

Really, there were three available stories but I just told you solely two. I believe there is an essence from those stories. What the story told me was about my dream to go abroad and about myself in people’s eye. The first story, in South Korea, told me that I do not need to afraid to go abroad like my brother looked a dangerous thing there. I must know the obstacle is really awful and dangerous but no matter what I need to face it so that I can go abroad in the reality. 

The second story told me that maybe I still remained unrecognized well in the society. I did not give value to people to make a change. So that, I really need to give impact to society and I therefore will be well known by people in that society.
Next time, I hope that I really will go to South Korea!  آمين