"Hey love, don't spill a drink on the floor or the camera will catch ya"
The day at the Learning Grid started as such with cleaner lady admiring her clean carpets and me trodding on them reassuring her that a) I don't have a drink on me b) My shoes are clean
Anyway, I spoke to Dhammika and Beatrice while wall climbing yesterday evening about doing a PHD and I suppose unlike me, they knew they wanted to do it. It sounds so terribly juveneille and I remember having an exact copy of this conversation about 5 years ago about what I want to do with my life... engineering, medicine and what nots.
Somehow even though I'm now an adult male, 21 and above with a degree in hand, it does seem as though there is no way in hell I'm capable enough to make a decision that could alter life. Imagine should it come down to saving the world... I'd be so lost that the world would be space dust before I could even come to a decision. In typical Kelvin fashion, I'd like to attribute this characteristic of mine to being Malaysian. Not that all Malaysians are indeceisive, but lets face it... the phrase "up to you" or " anything" occurs to often.
Listening to:Forget About Tomorrow, Feeder Thinking of:
Well, really it's just all about work.
Given the fact that stimulation of any point our body's surface can evoke the sensation of touch, it is surprising how often psychology and physiology ignores this modality. The most obvious of its occurrence will be simple perceptions of hot, cold, sharp and blunt. The beauty of touch extends to the major components of the most sexual experiences which obviously are touch sensations. It shapes the way society behaves, ranging from the touch which shows considerable intimacy ranging from friendship to lovers all the way up to the violent punch of an aggressor.
A week after London went pop, a new trip down to London was called for... Hey, a multitude of reasons ok...
Anyway, a day after getting back... London got another couple of fizz balls.
Perhaps I'm trivializing the issue by the use of bubble gum language, in all honesty though London covers up the scars pretty well, yet you can tell it's been battered time and time again. For example (once again, with selfish notion), a journey that could be done via a 15 minute train ride using the Piccadily now takes an hour with the bus aided with numerous pedestrian crossings and horrendous traffic.
Lightning doesn't strike twice they said... Apparently it does in London (and almost as TJ informed me, in Madrid). I'm not going to continue with the topic of London since I'm sure most of whatever has already been said.
Over the stay in London spanning more than a weekend, I've got to say I did enjoy myself meeting people, BBC Proms and little trips here and there.
BTW, the kitchen cleared off a dozen Krispy Kreme donuts in less than a day.
Listening to:Alone in Kyoto, OST Lost in Translation Thinking of:
Well, am gonna pop down to London for the weekend and hopefully make the opening concert for the proms. Seems like each time, there is always some culture involved... oh, and krispy kreme (which is coming to Birmingham next year) So yeah, I'll be back and writing soon enough.
Listening to:Place in Between, Jazzanova Thinking of:
The smell of rain is in the air and with this, a chapter is closed. Graduations end tomorrow and along with that another batch of students move on, with them... friendships intricately formed over the period of 3 or 4 years.
From coffee and films, the numerous games here and around the country, rapid rides into the sunset and to boozey nights... Most will remain as memories. Rest assured, pleasant ones.
Listening to:Flute Salad, Sven Van Hees Thinking of:
Admittedly work is going a little slow at the grid today, not only have I in 2 hours accomplished what can be done in 30 minutes, but I've had lunch twice!! Well, I've been constantly hungry today... so bite me. Now that we're on the topic of food... I'd like to bring your attention to "Supersize Me"
Now, I'm sure most of you would have been enlightened by the self styled documentary where film maker Morgan Spurlock put on 25lbs after eating excusively at McDonald's for just one month. Now, of course you can't please everyone, McDonald's executives aside...Merab Morgan obviously felt insulted by the documentary and hence led to her new found diet, the McDonald's diet. Allegedly, the 35 year old Miss Morgan has lost 33 pounds in 67 days and her goal of losing 40- 60 in 90 days seems pretty possible.
"It's kind of like the poor man's diet," she said. So supersize this! However, she also has memorised the nutrition content of every thing on the menu, limits herself to 1400 calories a day and professes to have only had french fries, twice. Of course, this is not an encouragement to all you waiting to do this diet... I'd stick with fresh fruit, vege and loads of exercise... and water of course!
Listening to:Samba E Amor, Bebel Gilberto Thinking of:
The thing about inheriting data is that its difficult to understand when they're just labeled 1.1, 1.2 and so on... Anyway, this blog was intended originally to humor me (and you readers) and as a small corner of the web to vent my frustration through the course of everyday life.
Anyway, I took to watching Kinsey yesterday afternoon and though the film describes the work and an interpretation of Kinsey's definitive work on society and their sexual behavior, the portrayal of the characters definitely made the film stand out. The obvious would be Alfred Kinsey and his pedantic and constant scientific approach to the behavior considered taboo then and even now. Ranging from homosexuality to animalistic sex, the way he dissects each case study in an almost sacrilege like fashion. Though of course, some of the methods would come under intense scrutiny and criticism (taking photos of women while their having an orgasm). Admittedly, I'm not the first to comment on the character, Alfred Kinsey.
However, I did wish they gave a little bit more light to his wife. Dedicated, self assuring, strong willed, open to ideas and experimental. Her role in his exploits cannot be looked over, from tolerating his work (in its many forms) yet being a staunch supporter to her husband's work and molding the family in order to accept the fact that due to the nature of Kinsey's work, not everything is normal. The way she withholds emotion in several occasions for the sake of science.
I liked the film immensely, I have to say. Doubt for the obvious reasons that it's shown in Malaysia though.
Listening to:Camera One, Josh Joplin Band Thinking of:
It was expected that in the aftermath of the London bombings, bloggers around the globe would take to the subject in hordes like a herd of doggone wildebeests in the Savannah. As for me, I thought what the heck... lets just join in the herd and develop the Lemming mentality.
Well, not only am I in the country and an hour away but so many familiar faces and friends live, work and study in London most of them around the areas affected. The possibility of a bombing of the London transport system was anticipated since the September 11th incident and I suppose with stringent audits and scenarios drawn out, it has to be said emergency services responded in superb fashion.
Enough has been said about the bombing, its perpetrators, death toll and whatever. Most papers around the globe have over sensationalised the story and though death is tragic and the act, barbaric... there is a sense of "English-ness" in the general public's reaction to this act of terror. If it were to occur in New York, or even worse... Kuala Lumpur, the sense of panic will ring through the city for days and weeks, even months. Yet, within hours the need to continue on with daily routines and lives prevailed in the capital.
"All I want to do is go to the Queen concert, don't know how to get there now... oh well, I'll figure out later"
"When Blair spoke, it was quiet and then conversation continued"
"I'm alright mate, how's Warwick?"
Some say that the city's been hardened by years of IRA bomb threats but I think its the innate British-ness that drives the city. I also personally think that the constant horrible weather drives people to cope with depression... Well, sort of. But that's just me... :P In an almost nonchalant manner, life does go on.
Here's hoping that most if not all the people you know in London are safe.
Listening to:Easy Tonight, Five for Fighting Thinking of:
You were wrong You were right You are gone Tonight You were free So alive You were wrong You were right You were down You could see You wore hearts for me You were sharp Sharp as knives You were wrong You were right
Shot down¡ said you never had the chance Took a ride on a suicide romance Could have sworn there was somebody home To facilitate the great unknown Woman, I ain’t going to meet you anywhere Don’t know where I’m going yet¡ But I sure am getting there Shotgun fire¡ anybody home I got two dimes in the telephone Alright¡ It’s not easy tonight
You were bound You were free You wear black for me You were dark Dark as night You were wrong You were right
Shot down¡ said you never had the chance Took a ride on a suicide romance Could have sworn there was somebody home To facilitate the great unknown But woman, I ain’t going to meet you anywhere Don’t know where I’m going yet¡but I sure am getting there
Shotgun fire¡ anybody home I got two dimes in the telephone Alright¡ it’s not easy tonight
She’s in. Over my head¡and it’s not easy it’s not easy tonight
Shotgun fire¡ anybody home I got two dimes in the telephone Alright¡ it’s not easy tonight
You were free¡ Now your not¡ You were free
Few years since I heard this and then it appeared on an episode of Scrubs.
Listening to:Going out of my head, Sergio Mendes & Brazil 66 Thinking of:
The rhythm of water droplets on the window sill brings back memories of many tears and even more smiles. The sheen of puddle of which I see my reflection before a step shatters the pattern of perfect curves and circles into a little pool of anarchy.
Overhead, the clap of thunder and a flash of lightning... Thunderous yet so serene, a picture of perfection, of anger, power or even a yearning to reach the earth. An opening from the clouds revealing the picture of divinity, in all the chaos that is a rainstorm in July, lies majesty and the ordinary.
Going in line with the Live8 theme that the British media has been promoting and sort of with the "Make Poverty History" band on the top right corner of the blog, after 20 years, why is Africa still in its current state?
In a span of 50 years, approximately 1 trillion dollars has been pumped into the continent, however the condition in countries such as Ethopia ended up on a totally different outcome unlike their eastern counterparts (hint, hint... Asia) who in the same period of time has recorded growth in terms of standard of living and in terms of general economy.
Handouts have been given to these nations with the intention of helping them out and little has been shown with regards of improving ailing nations. 20 years ago with the high profile Band Aid rock concerts aimed at improving the life of the residents of these countries, surprisingly the general average income of has dropped in Ethopia from 120 dollars a year to 100 dollars a year and decrease of population lifespan and increasingly high infant mortality rate. Could the blame for such problems that plague this continent endowed with natural resources such as minerals and oil be attributed singularly to corruption? Possibly a large cause of the problem, though unfair, selfish exploitation of aid can't be the only cause. Some argue that it is aid in itself that is the problem. Taking a que out of the "helping the butterfly out of its cocoon" story. The trail of ineffective aid is out there for all to see. Quoted off the times... "Aid advocates insist that they are ready to learn from their mistakes. They attribute part of the failure to the abuses during the Cold War, when the West and Soviet bloc provided aid to their client-states, regardless of development needs. America pumped money to President Mobutu of Zaire, who spent it on private jets, limousines and palaces; the Soviet Union supported its client-states with money, arms and its own aid projects. Guinea was sent snow-ploughs by its friends in the Kremlin instead of tractors."
Some advocates of direct aid would argue that there are several success stories such as Uganda (as some of my friends have expirienced it), Ghana and Mozambique. However countries such as Ethiopia, Congo and Nigeria have failed. Nigeria, rich in oil(corruption) and Congo, rich in minerals... (war). A school of thought was mentioned the other day from a visiting friend how aid in itself would increase the dependence of several families and since are paid out based on the number of children, do the math, it encourages larger families which would place further strain on the already heavily burdened agricultural sector to provide food. It can be easily be attributed to famine and draught. That said, most of the population live in rural areas far away from irrigation and aid in terms of fertiliser and seed.
Mismanaged projects and wasteful projects. Enough said...
"Additionally, it was discovered that our bodies contain trace quantities of fluorine, silicon, manganese, zinc, copper, aluminum, and arsenic. Together, all of the above amounts to less than one dollar!
"Our most valuable asset is our skin, which the Japanese invested their time and money in measuring. The method the Imperial State Institute for Nutrition at Tokyo developed for measuring the amount of a person's skin is to take a naked person, and to apply a strong, thin paper to every surface of his body. After the paper dries, they carefully remove it, cut it into small pieces, and painstakingly total the person's measurements. Cut and dried, the average person is the proud owner of fourteen to eighteen square feet of skin, with the variables in this figure being height, weight, and breast size. Basing the skin's value on the selling price of cowhide, which is approximately $.25 per square foot, the value of an average person's skin is about $3.50."
Justin's left back for Malaysia and I spoke to Jean yesterday about heading back. Angel is heading back next week (to see "bitches on beaches"), Simon is heading to Dorsett... I hence will be alone in a corridor completely Chinese.
My work motivation has dipped a little, which explains why I'm writing this. My brain is decomposing, thats why I'm writing about this and suddenly the room seems a little more dim. I've got to pull up the baggy trousers (not literally) and then focus, head back into groove baby! GROOVE!!