Woke at 2:45 in the afternoon after receiving a text from Kirsty inviting me for a meet up in The Forum for a coffee and also to return her books that she left behind yesterday after dinner. Yes, 1445 hours. I did however get to sleep at about 0700 hours, having spent most of the night reading novels. I’ve been going to The Millennium Library quite often to borrow books for casual and professional reading. So far I’ve almost read the whole of the Andy McNab and Chris Ryan military series that they have written. They both used to be in the same SAS squad which got ambushed in the early 90s in the Middle-East, and were the only two to survive (as far as I can recall). It was a quick bath (I used the shower gel that Harbi bought for me) and an equally brief teeth brushing and then a brisk walk to The Forum. I ended up arriving about twenty minutes late, but we managed to have a good chat for about an hour and a half.
|The Forum in its glory.|
|The ceiling caught my eye|
It’s always nice meeting new people; I find that my life is vibrantly coloured by my closest friends, and I make new ones everywhere I go no matter what I am doing. Kirsty used to work in the charity sector. She worked in the British Skin Foundation (which according to her inside scoop has approximately SIX full-time staff working on projects in the whole of the UK!), but wanted a more meaningful insight and experience in working with street children. She also was acquainted with Laura Hillier, who I used to volunteer with in Manchester. It’s funny how small the world is; one moment you’re laughing it up in Manchester drinking copious amounts of white wine with Laura and getting slightly tipsy and another moment you’re sat on the opposite end of the country chatting with someone about her! I think I am starting to become a believer of the theory of the “six degrees of separation”: the theory that everyone on this planet is connected somehow or another by six steps of friendship (friend of a friend e.g.). At first I was slightly dubious about it, but compelling evidence is starting to arise.
|The church directly facing The Forum|
After our rather long conversation which involved the makings of a plan to go bowling on Thursday with the usual suspects, I decided to head to the library to return my war books and borrow some more! This time however I chanced by the graphic novels section and randomly picked up a comic. It just so happened to be a graphic adaptation of “Prototype”, a computer game that I used to play back home in Malaysia. Of course, it went without saying that I immediately clutched it to my breast and borrowed it in addition to two other books from McNab as well as a book called “The Left Hand of God”.
|Behold: the Millennium Library!|
“The Left Hand of God” is a fantasy story involving a young lad of fourteen years who has been brought up in the vilest of conditions; in a religious sect where Christianity is twisted to become a horrible conviction. The people who you would normally call “pastors” or “deacons” or “priests” in real life were called “Redeemers” in the story. They absolutely reeked of depravity; torturing and hitting the boys for even the slightest mistake and feeding them loathsome food made out of random body parts and fats of animals. Anyway, this kid called Cale escapes from the Redeemers and saves a damsel in distress (classic!), and goes about learning for the first time what it is like to trust someone, to live in society and to carry one’s self in an appropriate manner. The story however is rather dark in essence; the writer encroaches on elements of death, violence, sex and the perverted aspect of human nature. Definitely not for under-18s, unless you feel somewhat curious in your young life and would like to know more about torture in the olden days of bows and swords.
Anyway, enough of the book reviews; Katelyn has missed her flight after the poor excuse of British transportation made it so that she arrived considerably late… too late as a matter of fact; by the time she arrived, getting on the flight was about as likely as me writing a dissertation in 20 minutes. So, off she headed back to Norwich. I managed to invite her for dinner tomorrow along with her new friends Ikki and Derald. I’m thinking maybe curry chicken (I won’t be so brash to say “Malaysian curry” for fear of being called out by Derald who is also a Malaysian).
The worst thing happened to me when I returned home. I was thinking of a lovely bolognaise for dinner, and of course went about buying the suitable ingredients from Tesco. Imagine my great dismay when I returned home and found out that I had bought everything to the dot except for the chopped tomatoes! It was another trip to Tesco in a grump and a brisk self-checkout. At least I left the kettle on boil when I left, so it wasn’t a total waste of productivity.
The facial products that Harbi has purchased me have worked absolute wonders on my skin; already my acne is starting to go down and previously stubborn cysts have started draining. I know, I know… I really shouldn’t be talking about my face as a guy much less so my pus-ridden cysts, so I won’t dwell too much on that. But I will say thanks Harbi, and hopefully see you in London should transportation prove efficient enough for me to make a safe trip without delays or derailments!
The security firm I work with has not offered me any new shifts as of two weeks ago at Knowhere. They must be really full on staff at the moment, or maybe I’m just a crap doorman! I’m fine with both though; as much as I like arguing my point with surprising thick-headed people and drunken students, I find that I have more pressing things to attend to such as the family I have in Norwich. I received two emails from my future course conveners for next term; surprise surprise, we have preliminary readings to do during the holidays! Am I glad we start on the 17th of January so I can have a look through all of them to ascertain as to whether I’m really suited for the courses I have chosen (Contemporary World Development, Conflict Peace and Security and Industrialisation and Development). Actually, the only module I can change my mind on is Conflict, Peace and Security; the other two are compulsory modules, so I guess I’ll have to grit my teeth and get to them if I find out I don’t flow with them. I’m sure I will however; I have enjoyed all my modules so far including Governance, Democracy and Development (although I’m not too sure how I did in the essay but would be very happy with a pass).
Lo and behold, it’s three in the morning, and I don’t feel sleep whatsoever. Looks like I’ll be going to bed at seven again. I hope I get up in time to procure the necessary ingredients from Sainsbury for tomorrow’s feast. No worries though; I’ll have other late night stragglers for company and I have my novels!
And finally, I leave you with something I painstakingly created last night:
My Bike Ride down Avenue Road two months ago.