Wednesday, August 15

on work

its been a while since i've written about work. work is good, been seeing a lot of improvements in experience, tool usage and client coverage. as expected the introduction of machine translation (MT) had some affect on overall job volume. at the same time, google translate didn't really kill the translation and localization industry. i believe now, it will never be able to reach the sufficient level of AI to produce flawless auto translation. language will remain truly a human skill, being able to fit the context and climate of use. a machine, will forever remain a machine regardless of the level of sentience achieved, in not being able to manipulate the outcome of MT to the multilayered level of user acceptance, of the respective field and in general, to suit the evolving human language itself.

just my thoughts.

Saturday, August 11

the mind

the mind feels trapped. the illusion of happiness slowly eroding. the promised greater days non existent, only nights seem to be of salvation. unable to comprehend the surroundings, unable to admire the beauty of this world. the camera lay dead in its own prison. its pixels loosing their magical abilities.

the mind feels abbreviated. every action seems to be measured. every action are asked to be measured. days flipping into tomorrow slowly closes one memory after the other, as fear takes over and crushes every desire. every dream seems to be in forever dusk. every dream, like the books strewn in the dungeon unread, dies the moment they are born.

the mind decays. once the playground full of life. once the creators of life, now seeking every bit of life, among the many dead that walks by.


Thursday, August 9

riding the midnight highways

seems like forever, this winding road leading to the mountains of glorious triumphs.

we sat, along vast savannahs dotting the backyards of our memories.
mornings of emptiness, nights full of life, the pain of existence, remaining immortal in your eyes.
echoes in the wind from faraway land, bringing the reality of future, and awakening our slumber,
when time broken, ticks again directionless.

memories of the past.

[+] im writing again nachi  :P


it rains around the world sleep welcomes the dream, and  enigmatic souls awaken along the eternal shores of destiny