Okay, so 13 or 14 weeks have zipped past, and life's a blur. I'm now in the exams period, which basically signals the end of my first semester. It's been ages since I last sat for an exam paper, and to be honest, I have no clue what it's like to do it again.
As for my preparation, it's as crappy as crap can be - I'm frantically reading everything that should have been read weeks ago. So that's the story of my Masters prep for now.
Am I enjoying it? Well, yes and no. Yes, because it takes time away from the mundaneness of work (we all know what that's like) and it allows you to daydream, chase a particular cause, do the stuff you like. No, because there's all the theoretical stuff which is mostly inapplicable for work, and the structuredness of the course which makes you realise why rote-learning still exists.
But the students are fun - young, and full of enthusiasm - except the likes of those who have been in corporate life for much too long. Our inner cynic cringe at the theoretical stuff most times.
Anyway, I hope to get away with a pass so that I can proceed to the next semester. 2 units done, 8 more to go. Wish me luck!
Monday, November 20, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Motor Show Pt.5
Here're two more to complete this post. And that's about all the interesting cars I saw. The Chrysler 300C is on top, and the Mitsuoka is below it.
Motor show Pt.1
Went to a Motor Show over the weekend, and these were the only photos worth posting (first one of a few). The show has shrunk in popularity over the years, and the past few years has seen it suffer. The conspicuous absence of several European marques - BMW, Mercedes, Saab, Audi, VW to name but a few - certainly hasn't helped its profile. So what's left to oogle? Fast cars? The usual suspects are there - Ferraris, Lamboghinis, Merserattis - but not others. Will the show die a natural death? Not that quickly. Does it need rejuvenation? You bet. And having more 'race queens' drape themselves on the automotives won't help...that much.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Can't Find My Way Home
This song has stuck in my head ever since I heard it some years back, with the haunting Steve Winwood overture and Eric Clapton's guitar fills adding to the desolation of the song.
The lyrics speak about possessing everything you'd want materially, but being bankrupt emotionally/spiritually. In other words, you can have a fat pay check, afford all sorts of stuff, and yet, get no satisfaction from that job. Life's one big fat routine.
There's this hollowness that rings through and through, and it challenges you to find your way back - to your own beliefs, your passion, your ideals. But materialsm keeps blindsiding you. And one does not beget the other.
There's a sense of urgency, and knowledge that life is short, and you need to do what you can, to recover your ideals and passion. And a hunch that you may go hungry again, but you're never found wanting in your calling.
Blue pill or red pill? Sigh.
The lyrics speak about possessing everything you'd want materially, but being bankrupt emotionally/spiritually. In other words, you can have a fat pay check, afford all sorts of stuff, and yet, get no satisfaction from that job. Life's one big fat routine.
There's this hollowness that rings through and through, and it challenges you to find your way back - to your own beliefs, your passion, your ideals. But materialsm keeps blindsiding you. And one does not beget the other.
There's a sense of urgency, and knowledge that life is short, and you need to do what you can, to recover your ideals and passion. And a hunch that you may go hungry again, but you're never found wanting in your calling.
Blue pill or red pill? Sigh.
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