……and jubilation in the time of parturition!
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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
I feel like 10
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
How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.
Wayne W Dyer, American self-help author
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
Early this afternoon, I was on the MRT rushing to Chinatown to meet Karen, and posted a message on a thread in a local online forum I frequent, asking how to be more punctual for appointments. :P
Some time later fellow user Tortoise79 replied:
Postpone your appointment to the estimated time you will reach. For example, you make an appointment at 3pm and when you are on the way to meet your friend, text them that appointment has been change to 4pm. You reach there at 3.45pm and you are early.
Saturday afternoon teaser… don’t ever try.
To be honest, that is quite a good idea actually! :P
Whatever is Candy Crush Saga about? Everyone’s playing it, even the auntie sitting next to me on the MRT. That is, everyone except me! Read reports that describe it as similar to Bejeweled, but I’ve never played that before either! Whatever is Bejeweled about?
I’m currently playing Tetris now (don’t roll your eyes!), but I think I’ll still end up playing Candy Crush eventually, when its popularity is on the wane, just like what I did with Draw Something.
Such is the life of a quasi-Luddite. :P
Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young
Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who’d rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there’s no reason we can’t entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates.
I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt. Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ’97:
Was at VivoCity yesterday afternoon when I felt an urgent call of nature and immediately rushed headlong down a corridor into a toilet. The moment I stepped inside, I stopped short: it was full of men! I had gone to the gents by accident! There had been an uncle behind me in the corridor who kept calling out, but I didn’t realize that he had been calling me! Naturally, I beat a hasty retreat and went to the right toilet this time.
This amusing toilet story reminded me of another amusing toilet story which happened when I was very young:
Once, when my family and I were at a library, my late paternal grandma took me the the toilet. Somehow, she carried me up to urinate into this tiny toilet bowl fixed high up on the wall. This incident puzzled me for quite some time as I didn’t understand why the toilet bowl was so oddly positioned and also because I never encountered a toilet with such fixtures ever again. It was only until very much later that I realized that the odd toilet bowl was a urinal and my grandma must’ve brought me to the male toilet! She was illiterate so she had probably been unable to read the sign at its entrance.
Yesterday, Daphne started school again after many years, and her first day consisted of the requisite ice-breaking games.
She was telling Sze Yong and I over Whatsapp that they played ‘weird games’ under the hot sun, and that her class won fourth prize. Then she asked us to guess what the prize was, so I guessed ice cream and tissue paper. And she replied, ‘Sweat like hell and got 4th prize open up its 2carton of glue’!
So I asked what the champion team won, and she answered, ‘All get GLUE!!! / They get MORE GLUE / We two carton / They got 3 carton’. She added that one of her seniors even told her, ‘Wah got glue soooo good our time is pen’!
Oh my gosh HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Sorry Daphne, but the whole thing is really quite funny. But maybe it was meant to be a meaningful prize – to glue the class together!!! :D
Friend B, who teaches in a certain boys’ school in the Bishan-Ang Mo Kio area, posted this on his Facebook wall yesterday:
creative writing paragraph of boy whom I had punished for misplacing a worksheet by sending him out of class to copy the whole worksheet by hand:
“Nevertheless, John did regret losing his creative writing piece. The main reason was that he would probably be forced by the evil, dictator-like teacher to stand outside the class, and worst of all, to rewrite it, as many times as the teacher wanted until she was satisfied. Ms Lee was not for softies. In fact, if she had her way, she would declare the school under martial law Kim Jong Il-style for as long as it would take every student to get an A* in every subject. Which is to say, never.”
And his amusing post garnered over 90 likes, including mine! :D
I had just left the office for lunch today when I bumped into our new temporary receptionist, HZ, who just graduated from Victoria Junior College last year and is waiting to enter national service.
He suddenly asked me, ‘How old are you?’
I replied, ‘You guess!’
‘I’m 26!’ (Well, almost, anyway.)
‘Do I really look 19?’
Hahahahahaha YAY!!! :D