social capital: at what point does it hurt.

….Continued referencing from the Manpower research; social capital has always existed and been the driver of economic prosperity. Some argue that it can not exist without the provision of certain rights that institutions provide. But was there not a period where there was no such institutions in place and we were forced to trade based on ‘trust’ or ‘social capital’?

“…In the Human Age, we have become all-day networks, able to act or respond immediately to many different situations. A business deal that begins in Tokyo on a Monday for a global corporation may continue uninterruptedly for days and involve employees and consultants from multiple time zones. Ideas may come from one-time economic outposts or collaborations between people who never meet but know each other virtually…” Continue reading

technology advancing faster than the human mind.

Could it be that technology innovation is increasing at a rate faster than that of the human mind? We can all agree that there are constant innovations all the time when is comes to technologies. But can engineers and institutions that teach engineering keep up with these technology advances? A recent study released by the Manpower in Singapore has revealed that we are moving to a human age and illustrated the importance of technology advancement, especially in the realm of Social Media. Continue reading

leaves of the moonlight.

…in darkness we fear fear itself, disregarding any form of light that may shine a path in out time of need… through the lens we call eyes, we see dark green leaves hovering above our temples as we walk paths of darkness… beyond the photosynthesis that occurs above us, there is the moonlight that allows such an event to occur… little do we realise the science of interactions that continues to surround us…

…after all, we only see the moonlight through the leaves…

colourful ponder.

the fringe in a colourful image of thought and exposure to the sensitivity of colour.

one never knows who has eyes upon them from any hole that provides peripheral.

beyond the faceless women sits an entity in thought, the use of a mind and the thoughts from a brain can be detected but never measured in its capacity to imagine. just imagine its capacity.

beyond every persons faceless face lies a mind. a mind thirsty for knowledge. quench it must. fuel it needs. experience it has. 

beyond the faceless women is just a colourful ponder.

3 little pigs.

*click

mode. transport.

there is so much talk out there about climate change and how we humans are the cause and effect of these changes. Although, there is some argument against climate change altogether. What do we believe?

Well, as a Keynsian Economist would have it; “does it really matter when we are all going to die in the end?”

If the world and the new age society are so adamant about future generations and their lively hood. Are there not bigger issues to worry about? What about the protein shortage in the world? Let us tackle one problem at the time as a unity. Of course, this is not an option by states! Who would want to work together? If it were that simple maybe there would not be as many problems.

In hindsight, our differences also make us unique and in many cases strive for the betterment of their own region.

This life that we are living now is a ‘mode of transport’… we start at birth and end at death.

We can choose to drive the car that may not be the most optimal, pollutes and kills its environment, drive over almost anything -and gets you to the end faster…

or

Ride a bicycle, a nice leisure ride through pastures and greenery… enjoying the breeze of life and the wonders of mother nature and the environment!

so… which mode of transport have you taken in life?……

lost in thought.

…in my realm, I plug peripherals in my ears… the music is my bubble… the world cannot touch me as I create my solitude in this environment of no privacy…
…in my body I am limited …in my mind I am free… feel no pain… feel no guilt… feel no burden…

…my heart is pure …my brain creates my realm …my limits are limitless…
…I create …I destroy …I manipulate…
my vision blurs as I become lost… lost in thought…

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