Modules are, for all purposes, kao timmed. Kao tim oh! Kao tim, kao tim, kao tim.
That, and uni's going to start. It's scary, really, once again doing some modules all alone, but with a class size of 18, you're more than likely to be alone. It's a good thing to be able to bid 1 pt for every single module other than the hotter than an angry Hottentot IT1001, which cost a pretty penny circa 1775. Still it's interesting to think about the whole applying for a minor and then dropping it method o spend 1 pt on IT1001... it would have been... possible. I guess.
It's been a rather interesting time to live in, the past few weeks or days. People dying by the tens of thousands and the new airbus. What next? It's interesting how the death of a single Cantopop singer can evoke more public opinion (and more newspaper articles) than the quake in Iran. And in all this, we see how some things never change, like the refusing to accept Israel's offer for aid. We also see how some people, in all their fear, also refuse to accept aid closer to home, turning to other means, and in the end, damning oneself. Would Anita Mui have died if she had accepted treatment from the beginning? Sometimes we are all very human (as we all are I guess), with fears we cannot shake or prejudices we cannot look past. It's a tragedy, but there is almost nothing we can do about it. It's also interesting to note that a naked politician probably got more attention than the quake in Iran too. Being human, we are also very stupid.
Ah, the new airbus. To enjoy that leg room... I must......... LEG ROOM!!!!!
I've been reading a few random blogs here and there, mostly sombre affairs, some very very sad indeed. Some of them looking up from their (self-written) abyss up to the shimmering gleam presented above, and some of them constantly looking down instead, hoping to find solace in familiar footsteps, or no solace at all. It's disheartening to see people redoing their blogs entirely after the sudden realisation that they've unleashed a monster they've failed to control, perhaps while pandering to popular opinion ("You should blog cos it's funny!") or just losing sight of oneself, perhaps portraying oneself in a light very different from what you think you should be, in the vain hope you do not reveal too much for the passersby to suddenly come up with a whole picture of what should have been a very enigmatic blogger. Is it losing, or losing track of oneself?
And that got me thinking.
