Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Is seeing really believing?



Today, Dr Hao gave a rather interesting lecture. He gave us quite a few optical illusions, then he asked us if we really thought seeing was believing.

I found it very ironic later that he thought we were passing a biscuit tin around. It was actually full of sweets. Seeing is believing huh?

Just over the weekend, I saw Man Utd lose to Man City. Then I realised that optical illusions really existed. I'm not a Man Utd fan, but I generally expect Man Utd to beat Man City. I look at the tables now, and I see Man City at the top, and Man Utd in the relegation zone. Should I believe my eyes?

Another case in point. Can you people actually connect the writer of this blog to the person in real life? Probably not huh. How can someone so quiet have so much crap inside? Lol. I flatter myself.

So is seeing really believing? I'll let you decide.








Friday, August 17, 2007

the day the rain came out to play

the day the rain came out to play
the skies were bluish grey
the gusts of chill blew cold all day
and in my room I stayed.

wondering if that were all there was
to this most grey of days
wondering if all was meant to be
as the drops fell on, unchanged

Thursday, August 16, 2007

life as an ntu freshie.


when you're a freshie, everything about ntu is admittedly foreign, new and exciting. admittedly more foreign than new or exciting. I remember the first day I learnt what ah tiong actually meant. I had to admit it was an eye opener.

because for once, you actually have to acknowledge that they will be part of the school crowd. before then, they were more or less invisible. its not that they aren't there. you just chose to "invisible" them. nah don't tell me you didn't.

and you suddenly find that timetabling can pose some very interesting logistical challenges. you can have lectures that are in opposite ends of the school one after the other, which means either you can run like an ethopian or you can be very late for every class and leave a bad impression.
not that running like an ethopian and bursting into class looking deranged with eyes unfocused from running too quickly doesn't.

oh, there is the 3rd option of asking your lecturer to end a little earlier. it is the correct option. you win 1 million dollars! no, I am actually relieved to have a correct option because it seems that in CS and in humanities in general, there is no correct answer.

Its actually very scary for a former science guy like me to be told that there is no longer a correct answer to that tutorial qn. its like a realisation that no matter how hard you study, you might still fail. its the loss of that security blanket. not to mention a certain alfian does make us all look juvenile. I can see how he'll be good for our course, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't push the bar like way up.

not to mention the loss of the spoonfeeding culture that we've all become used to. actually more so for the girls than the guys. as a guy I haven't actually used my grey matter much for 2 years, so a culture shock is guaranteed. for once, you actually do something because you want to, not because your captain is too busy fanning horse fart to do it himself. its actually liberating in a sense, that you no longer need to ask for permission to go to the toilet.

now, a perennial problem facing ntu freshies. the maze called ntu. in ntu, you quickly realise all the buildings, stairwells, rooms and ah tiongs look the same. how do you find your way around?

number one: ask a friendly senior. most likely answer? doh noe leh.

number two: try finding it yourself. most likely outcome? you become a white marathoner. you run like shit, you lose yourself, and you still lose to the ethopians. and you are very late too.

number three: you ask an ah tiong. no actually there is no number three. I won't go there sorry.

ok, to end it all, I hope you all feel a sense of pride getting off at the CS bus stop everyday. because I do.