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I fell asleep a little after 10pm on 31 December 2009, and I woke up to a new decade and the news that Tok Mat passed away in his sleep last night. I have no ‘special memories’ with the former Information Minister, except for the fact that during Speech Day 1995 at STF, he shook my hands twice as I came up to receive two awards. Never in my five years at the school did I do anything I found worthy of note, but they decided to give me two the year after I left. And Tok Mat was the dude who effectively said, ‘You again?’ to me in jest the second time I went up. Al-Fatihah.

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I started the Hijrii new year by moving into new digs; and today I start the Ordinal new year by sitting in my new study and watching trains go by cleaning up the new digs and unpacking for real, now that some furniture arrived. I can’t quite do a Dr. Roger yet; most of everything is from BHF Furniture (read: severely second hand). Nantilah, bila Kudo nak jual Natuzzi dia aku beli dari dia lah pulak.

Snowflake on my window

Jack Frost kem salam kat korang

I am glad to see January because it’s been a crazy ass December. Or in politer parlance, manic. Last December saw me entertaining the folks and stepping up to my Along position; I planned for a quieter end-of-year in 2009; only to see myself moving house in 2 inch snow. Crazier things may not have been planned.

But yes, as I bade farewell to SHG, I said hello to FCH and am settling in fine. I am a creature of comfort; I don’t quite need a bed but I do need a workdesk. And once that arrived last Tuesday I was back in full swing. Not blogging, though. But writing a working paper for a conference that was due midnight last night. I also had a piece for TMI that was due midday 31 December KayEll time. No, I have never learnt lessons when it comes to procrastination. How can a word that has the prefix ‘pro’ ever mean anything bad?

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And so the new year begins with me unpacking en masse. Books are being transferred to shelves, of which there are now five (up one from SHG). I want Billy ones, but damn you IKEA for charging 50 squids for delivery! I forsee another bookcase purchase sooner rather than later.

As a matter of habit I have never had New Year resolutions, but when asked, in early January 2009, what I anticipated achieving during the year, I said I wanted to study Greek tragedies and learn Spanish. While neither of them were resolutions, the outcome was pretty much what it was had they been resolutions: I got nowhere nearer to learning Spanish than buying an el-cheapo dictionary; and the Greek tragedy of 2009 that I came closest to was their a crash course in how they handled public finances during the credit crisis.

I naively thought that with the PhD done and dusted I would have more time to myself. The problem is that I have so many side interests, I didn’t have much time to devote myself to exploring in depth just one. Focus, that’s what I need. But don’t we all.

My lack of ability in managing time between various interests (read: I need to start reading lifehack.org, not just bookmark it!) can be clearly seen via the serious lack of blog entries in 2009: 91 entries in 12 months, compared to 184 in 2008. Yes, I know that’s more than a 50% reduction. I will write more in 2010, I will I will I will. I will also not use the TMI column as an excuse.

RBS Building

Perhaps my lack of writing is a natural repercussion of my lack of reading. In 2009 I read so much less than I did in prior years. Ironic, given that I had a pretty much clear slate during weekends last year; and I was juggling a thesis, work and attempts to have what resembled a balanced life in years before that. I read Atlas Shrugged while knee deep in my PhD, for crying out loud. I suppose the pressure helped me make the most of the little time I had. I remember reading being a reward for reaching a particular stage in whatever it was I was working on. Now that my ambitionless self has no markers against which work can be benchmarked against… I just laze about my weekends away.

Or maybe I no longer possess the ability to feel. I wished, upon greeting 1430H”, that “I want to leave you behind. For real, for good, but not forever”. Maybe that came true, because I left it behind, for real this time. And it’s been a while since anything stirred me, much. I think I need to fall in love again, and then lose it. Nothing floods the blogosphere with entries more than a broken heart. Yes you can quote me on that.

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And on the decade past, I can’t believe October 2001-October 2002 was the only year I was on Malaysian soil for more than 6 weeks during the Noughties. I indeed have set up base here, and constructed for myself a sphere within which I exist quite happily. (Note: sphere, not bubble. You cannot pierce a sphere because it isn’t a bubble).

Anyhoo.

To end off, because I must – I have a confession to make. Yes, it’s true…

I quite enjoy Lady Gaga.

Balmy Summer Evenings

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Having spent two very late nights making progress on Bully : Scholarship Edition, I decided to declare today to be an XboX free day. Instead, I wanted to spend the post-5pm hours reading. I ended up watching Chef Wan driving Rick Stein crazy in Melaka as he seeks Nyonya food while enjoying a hot soymilk cup of Cola Cao for dinner (terima kasih Ili Farhana).

I’ve been spending most days working from home – and this is no oxymoron! I am actually putting the hours in, despite severe temptation to go and sit in my now-cleared back garden and sleep the balmy days away. That word, balmy.. I remember reading Cynthia Voigt’s Tillerman series as a teenager (and perhaps even a bit beyond that!) and she often described the protagonist, Dicey’s balmy summer days staring into Chesapeake Bay. I think I know what balmy is like now.

Most of the time, I live my British summer days in the past, thinking about the summers I spent as a kid. I turn on the BBC half expecting summer school holiday specials, and ITV with a Pink Panther special every weekday morning. The Nickolodeons and Disney Channels have killed that. You get same old daytime TV stuff these days. That, and an endless loop of Big Brother feed. Seriously, does anyone even care any more?

The weekend will see the official start of the footbball season, although the Premiership games don’t start until the weekend after: it is the curtain raiser Charity Shield game between United and Chelsea. It’s often easy to forget, even living in England, that the Premiership is but 1/4 of the Football League; perhaps because the salaries, earnings, revenues and following of the other 3/4 pales into insignificance when lined up against the Premiership clubs.

Which brings me on to side project no 2 in 2009. Soon to be revealed. In due course. Over the next few days. Wait for it. Or not.

Absence, and the lack of fonder hearts

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I can’t remember when the last time was, that it took me more than 3-4 days to update an entry in le blog, but here’s an Idlan record: 13 days and counting. I live my days in chunks of activity, and blogging comes under that chunk reserved for creative pursuits. And the truth of the matter is that within the 24 hour constraint that I live in on a daily basis, a huge chunk of what used to be blogging time has been taken over by my new baby: The Stoodle Project.

How Stoodle literally began was summarised in a couple of paragraphs here, but even before that, I’d been thinking about a way to put forth Mims’s work in a way that would maximise publicity, but with an element of fun and minimal relative effort : after all, you can leave Bangi, but the laidback (read: pemalas) Bangi spirit never quite leaves you. And that was how, lathering body butter on my good self, drawing facebook statuses came floating into my consciousness.

To say that I’ve always been a fan of her work would make me sound a tad obsessive, not to mention that it is somewhat an untruth (wait, M, there is a compliment in this somewhere) because I have not been aware of her doodleness untill she started showing some off to me recently. Inspired by the (great?) Jon Burgerman, she asked me to get a copy of his book, and it was then that I became aware that Mims’s creations had a universal appeal. We’d toyed the idea of designing t-shirts on and off for a while, but the stumbling block was that unless people were aware of her creativity and her talent, it was hard to create a presence.

Kami gargoyle

The StoodleTeam during happier times, Trafalgar Square, 21 June 2008

Enter stage left: Stoodle.

Facebook, since it’s creation some years ago, has exploded onto the Internet scene, overtaking Friendster, Bebo, Myspace and Orkut as the social networking platform of choice. Most people I know have at least one of the aforementioned four, but the networks converged on Facebook. I don’t quite understand the relative appeal or the underlying attractiveness, but in contrast to say, Friendster which is popular in South East Asia, or Orkut which is popular in Brazil and India, with Facebook, everyone’s (save for Norzu, apparently) is on it. It is also hard to define what the point of Facebook is – it is as much a way to keep in touch as it is a marketing and campaigning tool. Perhaps the attraction is in the interactivity – the ability to update one’s status (incessantly, in the case pf some) and the parallel upsurge of internet mobile phones and Blackberrys, giving Facebook a ubiquitous presence.

I have to admit I myself have been lured by Facebook’s interactivity. Since I began working on the Stoodle Project, the time that I often set aside to read and research on what ultimately becomes my blog entries have been redirected to learning about marketing and researching print and non-print products. To counter the lack of writing here, I’ve started two series in the Notes pages of Facebook: Notasi and Addendum. The former, a series of quips and short writings; the latter, a brief question or statements encouraging reader input. With that, it allows space for this blog to evolve into something more serious. I’d been planning to develop the blog into one that features more essay-type entries that discuss matters of more substance than what I made for lunch (which, by the way, was quite a substantial meal in itself) ever since my PhD thesis left my desk and deposited itself on a dusty shelf in the underground crypts of Lancaster University Library; but that has not yet come to fruition until now. Or perhaps not quite now – but now-ish anyway (read: 3 months maybe?).

But also with the good that Facebook brings, comes the evil: stories are abound about potential employers using Facebook as a tool to screen applicants, stalking incidents, addiction and generic privacy issues to name but a few. Stoodle aims to counter this by providing a balance – some clean, honest fun from the status updates. There is no mean-spiritedness abound – statuses are chosen because they are fun and eye-catching, often humourous or witty but not necessarily; but never malicious. To a certain extent, we’d like to inject a feelgood factor – to make the realisation that one has been ‘stoodled’ or ‘stoodlerized’ a nice surprise; so initial plans to first contact the owner of the status for prior approval was canned. Instead, those who’s statuses have been featured can request their stoodle to be removed should they find it offensive: to date, we have yet to receive such a request, but on the contrary, we have received requests from readers to ‘stoodle’ the status of their friends who might not be on our network.

And that is one limitation of Stoodle in its current format – we are limited to people in our network. Plans to ‘hijack’ the network of others and therefore add more ‘scourists’ have been thrown into the great Stoodle idea hat, but at the same time, we are also developing Stoodle-based products for general sale. At the moment, the latter takes precedence (read: we are broke and want to make money and drive Ferraris just like everyone else).

Because at the end of the day, the Stoodle Project is nothing without the soul of the project itself: Mims’s boundless creativity and talent. I use Stoodle in my lectures on accounting for intangible assets as an example of what drives companies in the knowledge economy (as opposed to the bricks and mortar economy of the previous century) – not merely physical assets, but also talent. Stoodle is a comic series that takes a comedic snapshot of a particular moment in our lives; but it also acts a front for the series of products we are aiming to bombard the world with. We hope you are all ready!

*The author of this piece would like to thank everyone who have been supporting the Stoodle project, either by participating in our promotions, comissioning products from the Stoodlerist or putting up the little banners in your sidebars / blogs. Stay tuned – as a way of saying thanks, there’ll be something in it for you!