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create a research space

Peraphan — Sat, 06 Sep 2014 10:00:12 +0000

Great note. Find it really helpful.

It is important when writing a research proposal, a conference paper or a journal article to establish the warrant for your research. This is the rationale for why you are doing the research. Establishing the warrant is usually done through writing what John Swales (1) calls CARS, Create a Research Space. Here’s my adaptation of how CARS goes.

Move 1 Establish a Territory in which to Locate your Work

Step 1 Claim the centrality of the problem in a current policy or professional issue and/or

Step 2 Make the topic generalisations about the problem which will be generally accepted and/or

Step 3 Review relevant items of previous research about the problem… in order to

Move 2, Establish a Niche for Your Research

Step 1 Counter-claim a position in relation to policy, practice or the extant literatures or

Step 2 Indicate a gap in policy, practice or the extant literatures (but do not over claim…

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Life without antibiotic, or so to say.. its effects. Part 1

Peraphan — Thu, 11 Apr 2013 16:56:59 +0000

Today marks the ninth day, since I got sick. I was down with flu since last Tuesday (2nd April 2013). The first two days, I was bed-ridden. My temperature rose as high as 38.5 to 39c. My head felt heavy, I think I got some sort of virus. I countered the fever with Paracetamols, lemon and honey water, lots of sleeps and foods. I got better on the third day but I stayed another day at home and was back at work on Friday.

When I began to get sick, I decided to carry out an experiment with my body. I want to see how my body react to sickness and how long does it take for it to ‘fight off’ the sickness by itself. This curiosity stems from a news article I read some weeks ago. The article is about the effect of decrease effectiveness of antibiotic. The story in the article makes sense to me, bacteria can evolve and will, to fight back the invention of antibiotic. But I really wonder what will really happen to us if antibiotic losses its magic?

So now, I am in the middle of the experiment, without any complicate measuring devices or scientific equipments to measure my progress, I made a subjective experiment with my body. The only medicament I have taken so far is Paracetamols, which brought the temperature down within half an hour and make me sweat a lot during the first two days. After three hours, the effect warned off and the temperature was on the rise again. It functions really like clockwork!

I was back kicking by the fifth-day but there was still temperature. I could still feel that my body remained weak and not as fit pre-sickness. I needed to eat a lot and was hungry constantly. I stayed mostly indoor and try to get back to my normal routine, which is getting up at 7am and sleep at 1am. My condition got worst after the seventh day. It was strange as I thought I kicked it off. Perhaps it take longer than I expected to fully recover, perhaps I begins to live my ‘normal’ lifestyle to soon. Eighth day, was norm but on the Ninth day (today) – the sore throat becomes worsen. I am contemplated to take antibiotic now – to nuke it clean.. Let see.. will be back to write update.

The Sale is now on.

Peraphan — Wed, 26 Dec 2012 16:55:42 +0000

The Sale is now on.

The hi-streets heave with bargain hunters weaving in and out; looking, searching for something.

Lazily yawning, I sat by my desk at home all day long.

Thinking, wishing of what I would like to have:

Some happiness, at half-price,

would be Really nice to have.

Endnotes + Dropbox Reference make easy… ??

Peraphan — Wed, 24 Oct 2012 20:51:40 +0000

Dear Researchers,

If you are one of those who work on multiple computers and would like to have all your references and pdf texts at your finger tips. You not the only one.

I have tried and tried and am still trying to find that perfect solution. If there ever one. .

For a few months I tried Mendeley. Seems to work great in the beginning – retrieves the title and all other info automatically – minimised manual input, build in pdf reader and annotation. It was my fair child UNTIL I have to re-install my window – attempt to sync the library over the internet wipe out 75% of my pdf. It left me with the header only without text, asking me to reattached every single one of them. ABANDONED. I rather spending time doing sometime more useful like hmm, writing this blog ?! Basically, I just left it where it was. Not touching it until I have to.

And Today, it is finally the time I have to. I was writing part of my phd and found that I could not find the reference I wanted. It is time to tackle this hairy beast (again).

I decided to roll back to Endnote but still want that sexy online synable over the internet function. I scouted around and found THIS:Endnotes & Dropbox combination!

So I just finished setting them up. Will feedback in a few weeks. Could Endnotes & Dropbox be a match made in heaven or would be yet another spanner in the machine. WE SHALL SEE.

Quick update *** the combination seems to have problems see: http://forums.dropbox.com/topic.php?page=2&id=9517&replies=47

Repost: Story

Peraphan — Sat, 13 Oct 2012 20:37:01 +0000

Everyone have a story or two to tell .
A story of one’s life.
Sadness.
Happiness.
Good days and bad days alike.
might be long, might be quite concise.

But story is a story..
might be bitter or slightly glory..
it is what we went though..
it is what we chose.
The past that make us, what we are.
Dwelling in it we shall not..and should not..
but to forget. Is too, as much a crime

Learning reflecting thinking and wondering.. oh!..’ what if..’
but what for?
Right and wrong..who are to judge?
concern we should, only the value that it brings..

so go on my story..
everyday.. one line at a time.

The end of the Day.. only then when we know..
the life that we lead.. is it of value?
or just a space between life and death.

Repost: Of these three.. – Charlotte Gray

Peraphan — Sat, 13 Oct 2012 20:35:15 +0000

“Your father fought in the great war, is that right?”
“…”
“Would you say you’re trying to impress him?”
“No …Why should I ?”
“But you father introduce you to France”
“…”
” Took you to the war grave, is that right?
“Yes..”
“And your mother..?”
“Look, you know this…I don’t see why you are asking me all these questions if you already know the answers..”
“Would you say you’d find it easy to form attachment ?”
“On average”
“Have you ever been in Love?”
“… Yes I have.”
“Of these three which in your view is the most important : Faith, Hope, or Love.”
“Hope”

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It’s not an average war-love-durby-do..

Repost: Alfie

Peraphan — Sat, 13 Oct 2012 20:11:10 +0000

“you screwed up….. the question is .. what’s gonna happen to the rest of your life?’
“What is all about?”

One of the best film I seen.

Repost: Dad

Peraphan — Sat, 13 Oct 2012 20:04:42 +0000

Dialogue from a Channel Five serial Californiacation.. , between Hank and Becca his daughter after he left her alone on the night that should have been a memorable family dinner.

Dad…
What are you listening to there? Little ‘Falling to Sleep’ music?
Death Cab for Cutie..
Wow.. you really know how to hurt a guy….. You know tonight it kinda getting a bit ruin.
It’s OK.. am used to it..
I’ll make it up to you I swear.
I know.
Do you?
Sure.. You never mean to let me down… but you do.
… Yeah, I guess I do.
You know…. It’s all well and good to talk about Happy Ending.. but if a person can’t deliver, if he keep screwing up, all eventually I guess you have to kinda say fuck you or words to that effect..
….

Are we travelling at the same speed?

Peraphan — Fri, 21 Sep 2012 14:30:38 +0000

I worked until late again. It was nearly midnight when I shut down my computer, switch off the office’s lights, and locked the door. I walked out of the building and looked up the sky, it was pit dark. Cool air breezed pass me. I should felt refreshed but not. Instead, I was in a dark mood. The thought of death crept over my mind. It felt fearful. I didn’t want to think about it but could not shut it off. It just ran. I imagined how I would feel about deaths of my love ones; probably like a dagger being plunge into my chest. I touched my left chest instinctively but there were no blood. Street lamps lit yellow patches on the footpaths with a few walking shadows casted over them. I walked on and then thought about my own death. It would probably be pitch black like the sky tonight, and my loved one probably will feel like a dagger plunge into their chests.

I walked through a park and into an underground station. I was in the light again. I stopped thinking and looked up at the live train timer. Three minutes until the next train come; ‘Not bad, for this hour’. I made my way across the platform to my usual standing place. I noticed a few lovers around me. They were hugging, caressing, making their present known to one another. ‘How lucky of them’ I thought. But they will have to be parted someday. ‘Do they know this?’ Sure they do. Sure they do.

“We will be parted at the end, for certain. so why wait?” – That was the reason my then girlfriend initially gave to break up with me. She was right, absolutely right. It is hard to argue with such fact. Although, at that time we were at the same university and also the same hall of residence, we came from different countries and we WILL one day be parted.

A train came, the door opened. I didn’t board it but stood still, watching people got on and got off. The door closed. I watched the train accelerating and how figures of people on it gradually melted into a singular mass as it zoomed pass me and left. I was at the same spot, stood still. The platform went quiet then a few people came and it was lively again.

It was actually five years later that me and my then girlfriend moved apart. We split up shortly after the conversation. I went on to finish uni, and so did she. I found works and stayed on in the same city while she too, stayed on to further her study. It worked out ironically rather well.

A few minutes later another train came. The melted mass disintegrated into figures as the train slowed down and stopped. The door opened, I stepped aside to let some people out and boarded the train. As it accelerated and moved off the platform, the people on the platform melted into a singular mass of blur before the darkness of the tunnel overcame everything. I turned from the window and looked around the inside the train, at the people who were moving at the same speed as me. They were in the light. Their figures were clear, sharp, and close. I turned back to the window and looked deep through the glass into the darkness outside the moving train.

“Ich hab’ noch einen Koffer in Berlin”

Peraphan — Mon, 20 Aug 2012 00:03:42 +0000

Baggage. We LOVE to carry them. It defines us and it is what defines our existences. They are not only the physical stuffs but all also our experience and past memories; the good, the bad, regrets, success, failure, so and so..

Actually, what brought me to write about this was a combination of two things: A song and a status.

First, the status.

My brother and me were tiding up our family storage room a few weeks ago. We went through stacks of books, reams of papers, countless pieces of memorabilia belongs to me, him, dad, granddad, us. We sorted them, kept some, threw away most of them, cleaned the rest, then packed them back into boxes (why?). It was a frustrated activity, I felt I was wasting my life. It was, though a delight to see some of the pieces that reminded me of the old past.

Few days later my brother Facebook status read something like this:

“Important things in the past that have been boxed, waiting to be thrown away once found again. Perhaps it is like relationship – growing apart waiting for (a decision to) separate. Humanly strange. If we know (all along) the destination – why do we need time. Instead – the most important thing is to use the time (today) together, rather than prioritise our distance past, isn’t it? – This is something I realised after 5 days of house cleaning”

During one of the five cleaning day, he asked me: “Why do we keep these things?” He asked. “Just for it to be thrown away?” “Donno..” I answered and continued going through the stuffs. “Perhaps it wasn’t the ‘right’ time to throw it away, although we know it got to go eventually. Perhaps we all need something to go back to. Something unfinished. Imperfection has element of romance in it.” He went quiet and we continued to go though the stuffs.

And here’s the song.

Eventually, we finished the task. The room is nice and tidied. Everything neatly and nicely organised into boxes. Waiting to be reopened and tidied up again.