Photocopier

The photocopier does not care about the content of the work put in front of it. It merely copies, somehow rather indiscriminately. The scene is irrelevant to the camera, it serves only as a visual recorder. The monitor does not know, that it is merely an instrument of projection. These tools never really know what they are doing, they are just there to serve someone's convenience. I take in all there is in class, and all that I experience in life, but someone will have to tell me the significance of all these to the greater scheme of things. Do not assume that you really know what you are doing. ;)

Chronicles of the Heavenly Dragon

Was watching this show yesterday, and I realised that it actually echoes the concept of tragic flaws that I have always associated with English literature. It also shows how fate changes the lives of people substantially, bringing to mind the idea of fate vs. free will. It's very surprising how literatures from two different cultures can be so fundamentally alike, though set in an utterly different culture and of course, written in a different language.

Yesterday, was suddenly struck by this weird fear, that i don't actually know what i want in life. I am quite torn between a more secure path of economics and a idealistic, yet not necessarily money-making path of history. It's difficult, cos i'm afraid if i actually decide to do economics, i may forget, and never come back to the history, that I have so promised myself to get back to someday. It's a bit like the decision to do history over geography 2 years ago... you never know when you will get back to have a taste of the opportunity cost of your decisions.
Life just gets narrower... and narrower...

first post!

It's quite weird how i take so long to catch up with this idea of blogging... but i've suddenly decided to get it rectified... finally decided to set up a home in cyberspace.
So far got through 3 weeks of the third term and just cannot wait for it to be over... getting fed up with going back to the totalitarian regime at wee hours in the morning, but well, I have no choice but to trudge on. I know I have slacked off for the past 1 and a half years, and it's probably time to get my engine started, but you know, it's kind of hard... somehow I feel rather ill-prepared for the As, not so sure of myself anymore... maybe that has to do with the nature of the subjects I am taking...
Maybe I should just start getting some work done.

"When will i begin, to live again." - Moulin Rouge