Listening to:
Thinking of:
Was at Sainsbury's and bought a bottle of Baileys... and for the first time in my life... I GOT ID'd!!! I mean really, do I look like a juveneille beer whore?!
Have started watching The Boondocks, it's a comic based cartoon which features 2 African American kids from the ghetto living with their granddad in suburbia, with the perfect home and stuff. It's brilliant, the takes on that are good and love how they distinguish the 2 kids better than they do in the comics, one's the gun loving, trigger happy one while the other is more in the M. L. King mould, while being positively hood-like
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Dumplings...
Listening to:August Day Song, Bebel Gilberto
Thinking of:
In several moments, I'll be having dinner with the family I'm living with... and in many ways, I'm finding this harder than having dinner with the girl's parents. For starters, Mr. and Mrs. T are hard hitting mandarin speakers and that goes for Little T. as well. As for me, I'm rubbish... my mandarin is like its uttered from the back of an overweight badger's ass. Fear- 1, Kelvin- 0
Now, lately I've been dashing around, leaving the house really early or late enough that nobody is around and been back when everybody is asleep. It's not a crime and it's not within the contract but with a family as willing and nice as these guys, the guilt kills you. In fact, this is the first day I've stayed in since I moved in almost 15 days ago, and because I think I've burnt off too much money while in London over the earlier part of the weekend. Fear- 2, Kelvin- 0
My room's in a mess... By the way, my opinion on mandarin being relatively easy to understand once you know cantonese is now residing somewhere at the bottom of the Marianna's Trench.
Consolation: Spent the morning watching cartoons with lil' T and attempting to blurt out some sense in mandarin.
Thinking of:
In several moments, I'll be having dinner with the family I'm living with... and in many ways, I'm finding this harder than having dinner with the girl's parents. For starters, Mr. and Mrs. T are hard hitting mandarin speakers and that goes for Little T. as well. As for me, I'm rubbish... my mandarin is like its uttered from the back of an overweight badger's ass. Fear- 1, Kelvin- 0
Now, lately I've been dashing around, leaving the house really early or late enough that nobody is around and been back when everybody is asleep. It's not a crime and it's not within the contract but with a family as willing and nice as these guys, the guilt kills you. In fact, this is the first day I've stayed in since I moved in almost 15 days ago, and because I think I've burnt off too much money while in London over the earlier part of the weekend. Fear- 2, Kelvin- 0
My room's in a mess... By the way, my opinion on mandarin being relatively easy to understand once you know cantonese is now residing somewhere at the bottom of the Marianna's Trench.
Consolation: Spent the morning watching cartoons with lil' T and attempting to blurt out some sense in mandarin.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
We are a Travelling
Listening to:No Name, Asian Kung- Fu Generation
Thinking of:
For starters, I've got no idea if the song is entitled No Name or it really has well... No Name.
Once in a while in every lifetime, there is always a road of which we would like to avoid taking, figuratively as well as literally. As I got my motorheaded fix of Top Gear last night, our gracious hosts kindly enlightened the bojour viewer about the route from Nottingham to Bideford while avoiding the M5.
Our dear boffins from the RAC, nice chaps they are decided to have themselves a little route planner alike that of multimap and the AA. But travelling from Nottingham to Bideford in Devon while avoiding the M5 apparently takes you through 3 different countries and a total of 1070 miles over a period of 2 days.
Might as well grab a caravan...
Thinking of:
For starters, I've got no idea if the song is entitled No Name or it really has well... No Name.
Once in a while in every lifetime, there is always a road of which we would like to avoid taking, figuratively as well as literally. As I got my motorheaded fix of Top Gear last night, our gracious hosts kindly enlightened the bojour viewer about the route from Nottingham to Bideford while avoiding the M5.
Our dear boffins from the RAC, nice chaps they are decided to have themselves a little route planner alike that of multimap and the AA. But travelling from Nottingham to Bideford in Devon while avoiding the M5 apparently takes you through 3 different countries and a total of 1070 miles over a period of 2 days.
Might as well grab a caravan...
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Listening to:
Thinking of:
Its a case of "Asalkan Bahagia," or As Long as You're Happy... But clicking through a Malaysian online paper, one stumbled on a story where joyous stories of straight A scoring students celebrating their UPSR results (UPSR is a primary school exam mandatory for students of primary schools in Malaysia, not sure which schools are exempt but bet ISKL is one of them... anyway)So there we have a bunch of 12 year old kids all smiles and jolly faces and parents cheeks soaked with happy tears. For a 12 year old Malaysian, there is almost no greater achievement (unless you're one of um' child prodigies who've made their million by 10 years of age).
"My parents were so supportive..." blah blah blah chatter...
Lets not forget about the tuition teachers and the extra classes that were involved. Or, more so... parental bribary. Call me a jealous old man, but a 2000 ringgit cellphone (approx 300 pounds), a trip to Hong Kong and a BIG Ang Pau (red packets usually with money inside)should the kid attain a straight score of all As?! I mean if money is not an issue, its your kid to spoil. But personally, that's the largest chunk of bull in the papers... Well, won't let you in to my reward package when I was taking that exam...
On another education issue,
Most Malaysians by now would have been saturated with the news that University Malaya has lost 80 places to 169th place in the Times Higher Education Section list, and caused something close of a national outrage. And everybody knows about the scandalous PR machine and the spin doctors trying to make it sound like a good thing by advertising that the university is indeed in the top 200. But a quote I liked about the whole thing came from the Sun (its a respectable newspaper over there in the east)
"AT ITS most basic, a university is a degree-conferring institution of higher education that provides instruction and conducts research in various fields of knowledge.
That is like saying a chocolate cake is nothing more than a mixture of flour, eggs, water, sugar and cocoa, baked at a set temperature for a certain period of time. Or that sex is merely the act of procreation between the male and female of a species.
None of these definitions are wrong; it's just that they do not acknowledge the intangible heart of the matter.
A good chocolate cake should be able to delight the senses with an indefinable sensuality. Just like sex. If done properly.
A university, too, is much more than what is suggested by the Oxford English Dictionary definition above. Yet, in recent press statements, it appears that those who are in power do not seem to understand this. "
It might be the beginning of the article and safe from the "big word" overload... but in summary, I have to concur with the author with the elements that make a good university and oh, the chemistry! Trivialize it and it all taste yucky... like chocolate cake.
Thinking of:
Its a case of "Asalkan Bahagia," or As Long as You're Happy... But clicking through a Malaysian online paper, one stumbled on a story where joyous stories of straight A scoring students celebrating their UPSR results (UPSR is a primary school exam mandatory for students of primary schools in Malaysia, not sure which schools are exempt but bet ISKL is one of them... anyway)So there we have a bunch of 12 year old kids all smiles and jolly faces and parents cheeks soaked with happy tears. For a 12 year old Malaysian, there is almost no greater achievement (unless you're one of um' child prodigies who've made their million by 10 years of age).
"My parents were so supportive..." blah blah blah chatter...
Lets not forget about the tuition teachers and the extra classes that were involved. Or, more so... parental bribary. Call me a jealous old man, but a 2000 ringgit cellphone (approx 300 pounds), a trip to Hong Kong and a BIG Ang Pau (red packets usually with money inside)should the kid attain a straight score of all As?! I mean if money is not an issue, its your kid to spoil. But personally, that's the largest chunk of bull in the papers... Well, won't let you in to my reward package when I was taking that exam...
On another education issue,
Most Malaysians by now would have been saturated with the news that University Malaya has lost 80 places to 169th place in the Times Higher Education Section list, and caused something close of a national outrage. And everybody knows about the scandalous PR machine and the spin doctors trying to make it sound like a good thing by advertising that the university is indeed in the top 200. But a quote I liked about the whole thing came from the Sun (its a respectable newspaper over there in the east)
"AT ITS most basic, a university is a degree-conferring institution of higher education that provides instruction and conducts research in various fields of knowledge.
That is like saying a chocolate cake is nothing more than a mixture of flour, eggs, water, sugar and cocoa, baked at a set temperature for a certain period of time. Or that sex is merely the act of procreation between the male and female of a species.
None of these definitions are wrong; it's just that they do not acknowledge the intangible heart of the matter.
A good chocolate cake should be able to delight the senses with an indefinable sensuality. Just like sex. If done properly.
A university, too, is much more than what is suggested by the Oxford English Dictionary definition above. Yet, in recent press statements, it appears that those who are in power do not seem to understand this. "
It might be the beginning of the article and safe from the "big word" overload... but in summary, I have to concur with the author with the elements that make a good university and oh, the chemistry! Trivialize it and it all taste yucky... like chocolate cake.
...5,4,3,2,1... Fart!
Listening to:
Thinking of:
"Reality show sets up space cadets
Reality show chiefs are planning the biggest hoax in TV history - by fooling nine Brits they've been blasted into space.
Channel 4 is spending £5million on new show Space Cadets where the joke is on the contestants who will think they've been jetted to a Russian space agency for training.
But they will be flown around Britain and the North Sea for four hours before landing at a disused UK airbase done up as a space centre.
They will then be sent into 'space' for five days.
Their shuttle is really a prop from hit movie Space Cowboys, and its launch will be faked with sound effects and vibrations.
Later a giant screen outside the shuttle will beam pictures of space. There will be no need to simulate zero gravity as contestants will be told they are not far enough above Earth.
The show, fronted by Sun film critic Johnny Vaughan, was dreamt up by Big Brother producers Endemol 18 months ago.
Contestants were chosen after being quizzed by psychologists to find out if they were easily fooled.
They are now in hiding abroad before the ten-day series starts on December 7."
taken from www.ananova.com
Now, that is one reality tv show I'd watch. It's probably going to be terribly geeky and if Big Brother has any bearing on the direction on the show, we're probably going to see a lot of silly bust ups and maybe some bust if the Big Brother trend is carried over. It would be film like "interesting" should one of the contestants stumble on the truth and attempt escape. For complete subnormal, RUSSIANS DON'T FLY SPACE SHUTTLES. I'm not saying they don't have one, in fact they do have prototypes called the BURAN (to compete with their capitalist counterparts as so did they have the TU- 144 as competition to the Concorde). I can imagine now...
"Aren't we supposed to eat from tins in space?"
"Can I have a pint?!"
"Why did those other guys have to pay 20 million dollars when you're doing this for free?"
Thinking of:
"Reality show sets up space cadets
Reality show chiefs are planning the biggest hoax in TV history - by fooling nine Brits they've been blasted into space.
Channel 4 is spending £5million on new show Space Cadets where the joke is on the contestants who will think they've been jetted to a Russian space agency for training.
But they will be flown around Britain and the North Sea for four hours before landing at a disused UK airbase done up as a space centre.
They will then be sent into 'space' for five days.
Their shuttle is really a prop from hit movie Space Cowboys, and its launch will be faked with sound effects and vibrations.
Later a giant screen outside the shuttle will beam pictures of space. There will be no need to simulate zero gravity as contestants will be told they are not far enough above Earth.
The show, fronted by Sun film critic Johnny Vaughan, was dreamt up by Big Brother producers Endemol 18 months ago.
Contestants were chosen after being quizzed by psychologists to find out if they were easily fooled.
They are now in hiding abroad before the ten-day series starts on December 7."
taken from www.ananova.com
Now, that is one reality tv show I'd watch. It's probably going to be terribly geeky and if Big Brother has any bearing on the direction on the show, we're probably going to see a lot of silly bust ups and maybe some bust if the Big Brother trend is carried over. It would be film like "interesting" should one of the contestants stumble on the truth and attempt escape. For complete subnormal, RUSSIANS DON'T FLY SPACE SHUTTLES. I'm not saying they don't have one, in fact they do have prototypes called the BURAN (to compete with their capitalist counterparts as so did they have the TU- 144 as competition to the Concorde). I can imagine now...
"Aren't we supposed to eat from tins in space?"
"Can I have a pint?!"
"Why did those other guys have to pay 20 million dollars when you're doing this for free?"
Monday, November 14, 2005
Listening to:
Thinking of:
Went out to Central Market and Petaling Street to snap some snaps before I left. But I left the CF card in Malaysia and probably lost some those shots. Cest la Vie...
Anyway, have moved off campus and an extra challenge each morning is to wake up and walk into campus (till I find a spanner to fix up the bike). Gotta start learning Mandarin... Will be on a creative hiatus till my brain starts responding to my calls...
Cheerio!
Thinking of:
Went out to Central Market and Petaling Street to snap some snaps before I left. But I left the CF card in Malaysia and probably lost some those shots. Cest la Vie...
Anyway, have moved off campus and an extra challenge each morning is to wake up and walk into campus (till I find a spanner to fix up the bike). Gotta start learning Mandarin... Will be on a creative hiatus till my brain starts responding to my calls...
Cheerio!
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Monday, November 07, 2005
Listening to:
Thinking of:
"Thank you for your application.
If you do not hear from us by the end of November please consider your application unsuccessful. Due to the large number of applications we are unable to send individual letters to those who have been unsuccessful."
Nothing quite like a cheery note to keep you upbeat.
Anyway, apologies for the lack of entries lately. No excuses made, same goes for e-mails. Entries and e- mails owed.
Thinking of:
"Thank you for your application.
If you do not hear from us by the end of November please consider your application unsuccessful. Due to the large number of applications we are unable to send individual letters to those who have been unsuccessful."
Nothing quite like a cheery note to keep you upbeat.
Anyway, apologies for the lack of entries lately. No excuses made, same goes for e-mails. Entries and e- mails owed.
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