Published Friday, 7 February, 2014
quoteworthy , sociopolitics
On Monday, local sociopolitical news site Breakfast Network posted this on their Facebook page:
A student reporter at NUS gets a glimpse of Prof Tommy Koh’s thoughts on various facets of domestic policy.
On the minimum wage, in particular: ‘His own stance on the matter, though, was this: “Every Singaporean worker, no matter what his or her job, has a right to earn a living wage, so as to be able to live in dignity and material sufficiency.”’
Continue reading ‘minimum wage’
Published Friday, 31 January, 2014
announcements , diy , leisure , ma maison
Happy Chinese New Year from me and my flower arrangements!!! :D
Made them for my home…… aren’t they sweet? Simply love the colour scheme! :D
Arrangements: (from left) mini kumquats, red cockscomb and pink carnations; purple hydrangea; and pink roses, purple eustomas and some greenery and berries……
Flowers: Tiong Bahru Market and Candy Floriculture (with a couple of items salvaged from what I made during my flower arrangement class by Wonderland for Detailed Planners last Sunday, 26 January)……
Vases: Sia Huat (left and middle; they’re actually large drinkware) and Ikea (right)……
Special thanks to colleagues G and L, and friend M, for braving the madding crowds with me to purchase the flowers on Wednesday and yesterday respectively!!!
Published Friday, 24 January, 2014
goals , quoteworthy
I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.
this (and variants) often attributed to Stephen Grellet (and others; see discussion here)
Published Tuesday, 14 January, 2014
gastronomy , la famiglia , nine-to-five
Had ten jiaozi for lunch at Tiong Bahru Market this afternoon. Bought them from a stall selling northern Chinese cuisine.
When I got home after work a few hours ago, I immediately asked my mum what she cooked. ‘In the oven,’ she replied.
So I went to the oven, opened the door, and lo and behold! Couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise when I saw what was inside……
It was a plate of mum’s jiaozi!!!
Published Tuesday, 31 December, 2013
goals , quoteworthy
Tomorrow, is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one.
Brad Paisley (posted on Twitter on New Year’s Eve way back in 2009)
Published Friday, 27 December, 2013
quoteworthy , science
“Mischief and craft are plainly seen to be the characteristics of this creature,” the Roman natural historian Claudius Aelianus wrote at the turn of the third century A.D. Today’s divers marvel at the elaborate trails the eight-leggers follow along the seafloor, and at their irrepressible curiosity: Instead of fleeing, some octopuses examine divers the way Steve checked me out, tugging at their masks and air regulators. Researchers and aquarium attendants tell tales of octopuses that have tormented and outwitted them. Some captive octopuses lie in ambush and spit in their keepers’ faces. Others dismantle pumps and block drains, causing costly floods, or flex their arms in order to pop locked lids. Some have been caught sneaking from their tanks at night into other exhibits, gobbling up fish, then sneaking back to their tanks, damp trails along walls and floors giving them away.
Click here to read another interesting article on octopuses!
Published Thursday, 26 December, 2013
goals , literature , quoteworthy
A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.
John Augustus Shedd, Salt from My Attic
Published Wednesday, 25 December, 2013
A very Merry Christmas to one and all!!! :D
Published Monday, 23 December, 2013
literature , musings , quoteworthy
Stumbled onto this poem recently and thought it summed up the essence of Buddhist philosophy perfectly……
Why The Buddha Smiles
Shen Hsiu the senior monk rises from meditation
And writes this on the monastery wall:
The body is the tree of enlightenment
The mind is the bright mirror that stands before it
Take care to wipe it constantly
Hui Neng the kitchen boy rises from his sleep
reads the wall and in reply he writes:
There never was a tree of enlightenment
Nor any bright mirror standing
This poem is actually based on a (possibly apocryphal?) story. Read a short version here, and a long version here (written from Huineng’s perspective).
Published Wednesday, 11 December, 2013
literature , quoteworthy
I looked around the crowd. It was a summer’s night, but the men were dressed, most of them, in overalls and denim shirts buttoned up to the collars. I thought they must be cold-natured, as their sleeves were unrolled and buttoned at the cuffs. Some wore hats pulled firmly down over their ears. They were sullen-looking, sleepy-eyed men w ho seemed unused to late hours. I sought once more for a familiar face, and at the center of the semi-circle I found one.
“Hey, Mr. Cunningham.”
The man did not hear me, it seemed.
“Hey, Mr. Cunningham. How’s your entailment gettin‘ along?”
Mr. Walter Cunningham’s legal affair s were well known to me; Atticus had once described them at length. The big man blinked and hooked his thumbs in his overall straps. He seemed uncomfortable; he cleared his throat and looked away. My friendly overture had fallen flat.
Published Monday, 9 December, 2013
literature , quoteworthy
And if I don’t have the talent to write books or newspaper articles, I can always write for myself. But I want to achieve more than that. I can’t imagine living like Mother, Mrs. van Daan and all the women who go about their work and are then forgotten. I need to have something besides a husband and children to devote myself to! …
I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I’ve never met. I want to go on living even after my death! And that’s why I’m so grateful to God for having given me this gift, which I can use to develop myself and to express all that’s inside me!
When I write I can shake off all my cares. My sorrow disappears, my spirits are revived! But, and that’s a big question, will I ever be able to write something great, will I ever become a journalist or a writer?
Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
Published Sunday, 8 December, 2013
gastronomy , quoteworthy , sociopolitics
At the British Curry Awards this week more than 40,000 nominations poured in from fans. (Among the winners, Karma, in Whitburn, for Best Spice Restaurant Scotland, and Shampan 4 at the Spinning Wheel, in Westerham, Kent, for Best Newcomer.) Prime Minister David Cameron took the stage between choreographed dance sequences and declared the foreign dish now central to British identity: “To all those who think being British depends on your skin color, wake up and smell the curry!”
I read Huma Yusof’s New York Times piece, ‘The Threat to British Curry‘, with great interest. Writing about Britain’s curry crisis, she concludes that it ‘says more about the country’s prejudices than its palate’. Other than prejudices, I find that her article brings to light intriguing issues of identity, culture, authenticity, nationhood, politics, race and class – a whole gamut! Truly, food for thought.
Published Friday, 6 December, 2013
leisure , linguistics
Had my last yoga class on Monday. I find this instructor pretty good, so I signed up for her new class, which will be starting next Monday. It’s once again a beginner’s course, but I think it’d be good for me to reinforce my fundamentals before thinking about moving to intermediate level.
Incidentally, why is that particular yoga pose called downward-facing dog? Why not cats? Cows? Or even monkeys?
Published Friday, 29 November, 2013
art , quoteworthy
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.