Like a wounded animal she licks her paw,
Casting a wary eye upon them all;
They who mock at her fall from grace,
All who have witnessed her loss of face.
She snaps at those who reach out to her,
Her rationality is gone; a shattered picture.
Nothing makes sense to her at this point in time.
Pennies for her thoughts, rarely worth a tenth of a dime.
Charging at the red-bearing matador,
She heads for certain doom before
Prudence could ever get to her.
She's always been part of the fixture.
Collapsing from exhaustion on the ground;
She foams, her glassy eyes, her breath a weak wheezing sound.
Defeated by the master of her destiny,
She grudgingly acknowledges her nemesis - Greed.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Oh
The human side of me can't wait to go back to HK in 20 days. Ken, Sandy, Forian, Eric, Potato, Ah Fat and company~~~~~~
Oops, I haven't prepared the itinerary for baby and my trip yet. But it's sure to be unforgettable!
Nice to see Diana in school yesterday, but was rushing media and globalization report. We still ended up submitting it late. Well, only by a few minutes. But don't you hate it when you're cooped up with work and can't stop to say hi even to friends whom you don't see often >.<
Thanks Alex, couldn't have done it without da drummer boy.
Oops, I haven't prepared the itinerary for baby and my trip yet. But it's sure to be unforgettable!
Nice to see Diana in school yesterday, but was rushing media and globalization report. We still ended up submitting it late. Well, only by a few minutes. But don't you hate it when you're cooped up with work and can't stop to say hi even to friends whom you don't see often >.<
Thanks Alex, couldn't have done it without da drummer boy.
Taking interactivity for granted
Now that I'm revising for interactive media, one thing sprung to mind. Never mind that I just watched an episode of South Park about World of Warcraft ^^. The thing is, interactivity has been around for centuries. It's just that interactivity with new media has only been conceived not so long ago.
Before the digital age, technology was largely mechanical - remote controlled cars, aeroplanes, ships that can last longer than the Titanic.
Then thinkers like Alan Turing, Norbert Wiener and Douglas Engelbart came up with concepts like augmenting human intellect and using technology to become human's secretaries.
The fascinating development in interactivity for new media is the conception of cybernetics, the science of bridging the gap between machines and humans so that they can communicate. Computers to understand the thoughts of humans and humans to understand the language of computers.
Useless fact of the day: ELIZA is a program developed in 1966. It emulates psychotherapists' sessions, and is an early example of user to system interaction. It can keep you entertained for a good half hour, acting as a dummy to bounce your thoughts off. Try it!
Before the digital age, technology was largely mechanical - remote controlled cars, aeroplanes, ships that can last longer than the Titanic.
Then thinkers like Alan Turing, Norbert Wiener and Douglas Engelbart came up with concepts like augmenting human intellect and using technology to become human's secretaries.
The fascinating development in interactivity for new media is the conception of cybernetics, the science of bridging the gap between machines and humans so that they can communicate. Computers to understand the thoughts of humans and humans to understand the language of computers.
Useless fact of the day: ELIZA is a program developed in 1966. It emulates psychotherapists' sessions, and is an early example of user to system interaction. It can keep you entertained for a good half hour, acting as a dummy to bounce your thoughts off. Try it!
Have you ever wondered
why you're in university, and have you ever wished that this would soon fade off as another nightmarish phase in your life? Have you ever hoped so fervently that this period will be over before you know it? Have you ever thought of this as nothing but another transient component of your life?
I figured once we take things as if they were routine, we start losing passion. And we start losing it fast. I never thought it might turn out to be another "I wish this would pass by sooner and I can move on to the next phase of life" ordeal. But painfully the truth hit me.
We are the waiting.
Waiting for the modules to be cleared semester by semester before being sent to the slaughter, where the fittest of the graduates get well-paying employment, while the rest join the ranks of mental labourers characteristic of the post-Fordist society, where even the blue-collared worker uses his brains.
And then it will be over. But what next? I said it before that I will enjoy and make the most of this undergrad period of mine. And I have for most of the time. But it's scary seeing how we are judged and marked - by how we are able to conform to the expectations, and to show that we can think out of the constrained sandbox that claims that "the sky's the limit".
But truth be told, there is no sky when you're spending most the time in the library and you see no stars at night. The only stars are the ones you see when you look up from the monitor where you'd been keeping your eyes fixated upon for the longest of hours.
Yes someday it will be over, but why can't I seem to enjoy the process? Are grades all that matter? Why do I feel that I know the answer but am unwilling to accept the fact?
How do you enjoy something you can't perform well at??
I figured once we take things as if they were routine, we start losing passion. And we start losing it fast. I never thought it might turn out to be another "I wish this would pass by sooner and I can move on to the next phase of life" ordeal. But painfully the truth hit me.
We are the waiting.
Waiting for the modules to be cleared semester by semester before being sent to the slaughter, where the fittest of the graduates get well-paying employment, while the rest join the ranks of mental labourers characteristic of the post-Fordist society, where even the blue-collared worker uses his brains.
And then it will be over. But what next? I said it before that I will enjoy and make the most of this undergrad period of mine. And I have for most of the time. But it's scary seeing how we are judged and marked - by how we are able to conform to the expectations, and to show that we can think out of the constrained sandbox that claims that "the sky's the limit".
But truth be told, there is no sky when you're spending most the time in the library and you see no stars at night. The only stars are the ones you see when you look up from the monitor where you'd been keeping your eyes fixated upon for the longest of hours.
Yes someday it will be over, but why can't I seem to enjoy the process? Are grades all that matter? Why do I feel that I know the answer but am unwilling to accept the fact?
How do you enjoy something you can't perform well at??
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