The psychologist looked at my academic grades and good work attitude testimonials. Then she asked many questions. Her diagnosis is that I have the autistic symptoms but different case. She asked me, “how do you survive?”
“Don’t know,” was my reply.
I think a lot on it and reflect.
If given second opportunity, I want to thank Jesus and the people who has been helping me a lot.
Wish you all have good days and thank you.
The rise of technology
People move lesser
The rise of machine era
The increase of sickness
Technology improvements
Machines replace manual work
Manual works are replaced by machines
Escalating unemployment
More staring at the computer monitor
Spectacle populations and generations are escalating
Increase of malware, spyware, virus, Trojan horse, phising, identity
theft and even credit card fraud
Life’s comfort increases
More dependence in machines
More reliance upon computer
More lazy people
Isolation increases
More psychotic generation
Robotic era
Do humans turn to slaves?
Or robot is the slave?
Who and which will be master and slave?
Inspiration On: Thursday, 3 October 2013 at 12:30am
Inspiration Ends On: Saturday, 5 October 2013 at 11:52pm
Upon pondering of computers replace the tedious manual photo processing work, staring at the computers does increase spectacle population. Mostly, those who do manual labour don’t wear spectacle.
The wisp in the wallow
The way of fishes swim
The way of a fisherman
The secret of mankind
The pain residing in the heart
The secret of heart
The secret of pain
Do you know me?
Do you care about me?
Do you know me?
You don’t even know me
You don’t even care about me
The real me
Hiding behind the mask
Behind the smiling mask
Inspiration On: Tuesday, 28 May 2013 at 5:35pm
Inspiration Ends On: Wednesday, 29 May 2013 at 4:50pm
A long hair lady sits at the opened window. Eyes glistened with tears. This picture came to my mind as I attempted to understand those who committed suicide. Words echoed in me, “The wisp in the wallow
Do you know me?
Do you know me?
You don’t even know me
The real me”. As I took this further, more words flowed out and echoed to me many times.
Yoshiko 