thoughts like the fall of atoms
Flipping over a table in anger:
(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
Putting the table back nicely:
┬──┬◡ﾉ(° -°ﾉ)
Throwing the guy who put the table back nicely:
(╯°Д°）╯︵/(.□ . \)
HAHAHAHA how cute are these Japanese emoticons? To see a whole amazing and amusing list, click HERE! (My colleague J sent me the link – she loves Japanese things!) Enjoy! ｡◕‿◕｡
This morning, while I was walking through the void deck of a nearby block on my way to the MRT, I saw a mynah pulling out bristles from a natural straw broom lying against a wall. Building its nest, I suppose……
……and jubilation in the time of parturition!
Love in the time of cholera, panic in the time of SARS, apprehension in the time of H7N9……
A snippet of a Whatsapp conversation with Daphne just after midnight yesterday morning……
Daphne: Sigh now still doing homework
Me: Do you feel like 16 again
Daphne: Nope
I feel like 10
Me: !!!
Daphne: Haha
Sigh tonnes of homework not done yet
Me: 原来做功课竟然有返老还童的作用 [So doing homework has the effect of making one younger]
PS So everyone, please do more homework! :P
Anytime you suffer a setback or disappointment, put your head down and plow ahead.
Les Brown, American author
I bought my first Valentino scarf in the ’70s. Then came the shoes, then came the blouse, and now I can afford the whole outfit.
Oprah Winfrey, to WWD, at Valentino’s fall couture show in Paris, September 2004 (from here)
How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.
Wayne W Dyer, American self-help author
I first encountered this poem while reading The Outsiders by S E Hinton, which I did for English class in Secondary 1……
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
Looking back, I guess I was a pretty good university student…… I never skipped any lectures, although admittedly I was often late for many morning classes. :P
Once in the first semester of my first year (late 2006), I was late for a 10 am tutorial, so I decided to cab from Clementi MRT and ended up taking a taxi with an equally tardy schoolmate, a tall Chinese guy. The very first time I shared a cab with a complete stranger!
During the ride we didn’t talk at all, but I noticed he was reading some Geog level 3000 notes. As we were reaching our destination, the AS3 building at Arts, I wondered how to broach the topic of payment. At that point, he coughed, so I looked at him, and he dropped two $1 coins into my hand, which was half the fare. Somehow, I found his actions rather amusing, and can still remember clearly what he did, although I can no longer recall what he looked like at all.
NB Title of this entry was of course named for the catchy Girls’ Generation song Mr Taxi – you can watch the music video here!
So glad to be home!
And unpacking is just as bad as packing!
When I was younger I loved getting window seats in airplanes so that I could look out whenever I wanted and enjoy the scenery. Now that I am older, I prefer aisle seats so that I can get in and get out easily. :)
However one thing hasn’t changed – my love for airplane food. As long as it is not too inedible, I’ll finish everything! ;)
Oh and I’m leaving for Vietnam tomorrow morning for work. Will be back on Sunday evening! :D
Just went to a money changer to change $150 into Vietnamese currency, and the uncle gave me 2 430 000 dong. Yes, that’s 2.43 million dong. Instant millionaire! :D
Daphne Whatsapped me at exactly 5.30 am this morning, which I assume was when she woke up for school, and that she didn’t stay up till then instead. :P
When I was in junior college, I woke up at 5.30 am to get to school by 7.30 am every day. Sometimes, when I passed a certain neighbouring block on my way to the MRT around 6 am daily, I would see this little boy sitting at the void deck, presumably waiting for the school bus. He looked like he was in lower primary, and judging from his uniform, he was probably studying in Nanyang Primary or Pei Chun Public.
It just so happens that neither school (two of the ‘better’ primary schools in Singapore) is anywhere near my estate. So whenever I spotted him, I always felt a frisson of sympathy. He should have been still in bed at that hour, even if only for a little while more! I chose my school, and getting up early was par for the course, so I couldn’t complain. But I was quite sure that he didn’t choose his!
That was nine years ago, so the little boy is probably in secondary school or even in a tertiary institution now. Occasionally I wonder how he turned out. Hopefully well. Am I the only one, or does anyone else think about the people they encounter, even for a fleeting moment – how are they now?
“And so a quiet, respectable, humble Negro who had the unmitigated temerity to ‘feel sorry’ for a white woman has had to put his word against two white people’s. I need not remind you of their appearance and conduct on the stand—you saw them for yourselves. The witnesses for the state, with the exception of the sheriff of Maycomb County, have presented themselves to you gentlemen, to this court, in the cynical confidence that their testimony would not be doubted, confident that you gentlemen would go along with them on the assumption—the evil assumption—that all Negroes lie, that all Negroes are basically immoral beings, that all Negro men are not to be trusted around our women, an assumption one associates with minds of their caliber.
“Which, gentlemen, we know is in itself a lie as black as Tom Robinson’s skin, a lie I do not have to point out to you. You know the truth, and the truth is this: some Negroes lie, some Negroes are immoral, some Negro men are not to be trusted around women—black or white. But this is a truth that applies to the human race and to no particular race of men. There is not a person in this courtroom who has never told a lie, who has never done an immoral thing, and there is no man living who has never looked upon a woman without desire.”
Atticus paused and took out his handkerchief. Then he took off his glasses and wiped them, and we saw another “first”: we had never seen him sweat—he was one of those men whose faces never perspired, but now it was shining tan.
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