What am I writing? More importantly why am I writing? What justify/justifies my right/obligation/urge to be moving my fingers on my Lenovo laptop and keying in a series of characters loosely bound together by linguistic rules according to my poor understanding. What determines my role in this modest little virtual space in this rhizomatic infinitely growing network, the gigantic monster of Babel which is now known as the Internet?  How dare I analyze, remember, or even, to do the unspeakable, predict? I don’t understand/know anything.

These are the questions I have been asking myself, just now when I was watching Diving bell and the butterfly. I’m a decidedly inpatient person, but somehow I did not exert my control on the progression of the film by dragging the media player button. It was a very good film.

Then after the film I called my Dad.

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Sonia was doing some group assignment with another five people from her class. The topic has got something to do with teamwork spirit, which suggests that the power of the team exceeds that of the arithmetic sum of the individuals.

I was honored enough to design a quick logo for this group of six.

	I rarely feel happy about anything I do but this seems to be a satisfactory result giving that I was still half asleep when informed with the assignment. Sonia was happy too. That’s what’s important. Well, the name of their team, which I convenient borrowed from my studio group this semester, is so powerful that it can mean anything.

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The current economic problem that bothers me so much that I almost feel nauseous thinking about it. As soon as the Obama government put down the signature on a bail-out plan that exerted majority control over the much troubled AIG, the company immediately paid out the money to their executives, especially those who are working in the Credit Default Swaps division,  responsible for bringing the AIG to the deep trouble in the first place.

People are angry, but the government cannot do anything because the potential legal actions would have resulted in more damages and legal expenditure than the money they paid out.

I understand the pay out. It’s perfectly smart, logical and legal. But overnight my faith in capitalism was almost shattered and strangely strengthened at the same time. It has become so predictable. The recent events simply display no American spirit, liberalism, or unexpected altruism. It has come to this point where bankers are simply no more sophisticated than porn-watching wankers in suits.