toothbrushes and toothpaste

My friend Gabriel posted this question on Facebook:

Why do I have 3 tubes of Colgate toothpaste in my toilet?

Responses I really liked:
– ‘Asexual reproduction’
– ‘Life will find a way. / No wait…’
– ‘There were 4 and someone took one?’
– ‘42

And this was mine: ‘there are more toothbrushes on our toothbrush rack than there are people at home. best thing is, some of my family members keep their brushes elsewhere… :/’ Curious, indeed!

you learn something new every day

Read this New York Times article yesterday and came across the word prurient for the very first time!

you are the poem

My friend John just posted this on Facebook:

You
are the poem
I never knew
how to write
and this life
is the story
I have always
wanted
to tell.

Tyler Knott Gregson

And so I discovered the amazing Tyler Knott Gregson. His poetry exudes the beauty of simplicity. I quite like this one:

Stare out with wonder
and feel the world staring back;
it sees your magic.

directing the final scene

“There’s a spot of light, Mr. Morris, when we’re born, and it’s a little bit of God,” he told him. “It grows as you become a good son, neighbor, husband, parent and friend and it grows more each time you do a good deed, each time you listen with an open heart.”

My father nodded. The white room had become a kind of tent of spiritual revival.

“I want you to imagine your whole life now, Mr. Morris,” the rabbi said as he took his hand. “And for each time you did something good, imagine it as a little glow you left behind that lights a dark road stretching back in time. It’s a long, long road of lights now, isn’t it?”

My father nodded again. Then he smiled. Through my tears I could see his spots of light, shining for all his acts of kindness — taking in strangers for dinner, sending postcards to lonely neighbors, doing free legal work, handing out old tennis rackets and sneakers to kids in municipal parks, showing respect for anyone he met, telling me over and over how proud of me he was. He wasn’t perfect, and he wasn’t the most responsible husband or father. But he did the best he could. His trail of lights was glowing pearly as it receded into the dark. When the rabbi got up to go, Dad startled us by clearing his throat.

“That was beautiful, Rabbi,” he said.

A touching article that moved me to tears – click here to read ‘Directing the Final Scene’.

you learn something new every day

Lucubrate is an archaic way of saying ‘write’ or ‘study’.

revising my goal

Since I am now 27 years and 11 months old, but am not anywhere near my 1000k by 27 goal yet, I am hereby revising it to: 1000k by 28!!! Hopefully the new adventure that I just started will help me achieve it……

a new chapter

Started my next adventure at a tech startup located in a warehouse in Toa Payoh. I didn’t know what to expect at first. The whole team is small, super young, and dresses really casually. (I wore heels today and shall be opting for flat shoes come next week!) And they’re usually all guys, but are having four females out of five interns for the next few months – three undergrads from the National University of Singapore (one is male) and two MBA candidates from the University of Oslo. Their office (really just one large room) is a confluence of organized chaos. There’s really a lot to learn, and I really feel like a fish out of water…… I hope I can make magic here!!! :D

after freedom was regained

So how did I spend today, my very first day (technically second, since I went back to the office yesterday to do a final cleanup) after leaving my job? Sleeping, of course! Zzzzzz…..

you learn something new every day

Just learnt what an epergne is!

one last hurrah

So this morning I made my way to work as usual, even though my last day was yesterday, to finish clearing up my desk. (Last week, when my colleague S was on medical leave once again, I was trying to pack my table, my boss told me to stop and cover S’s work instead. Her exact words: ‘Clearing of workstation should be done during lunch or after work.’ Like what? What kind of boss says that? Now you know one of the major reasons for my departure.)

Finished my great decluttering operation around noon. The junk I discarded completely filled one black trash bag. Decided not to go for lunch and composed beautifully phrased farewell messages to over 200 writers I had worked with in the past 2.5 years, my editorial board, and my colleagues.

Finally, at close to 5 pm, I called for a taxi, said by goodbyes to everyone in the office, and went home with 12 bags of stuff (not including the two more that I had brought home yesterday).

To my next great adventure!

Continue reading ‘one last hurrah’

last day of work

It was my official last day of work today! My colleagues gave me a card and a pen, which I shall use to write the next chapter of my life! :D

My notice period was actually two months, but with close to 20 days’ of annual leave, I managed to reduce it to one month instead. Which meant I didn’t have much time to tie up all loose ends and I am going back tomorrow to finish clearing out my workstation! :P

counting down the days

Five more days to my last day of work!!!

you learn something new every day

Rile, which I am familiar with, turns out to be a variant of roil, which I am not. Roil looks like a very roiling word indeed!

counting down the days

Ten more days to my last day at work!!!!!!

you learn something new every day

Recently read this very lovely photo essay of a very special family:

THE BISHAN OTTERS

In it, I encountered the term spraint, which of course simply means ‘otter dung‘. And checking out this new word made me wonder if every type of animal droppings has its own name?


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