Recently read this very lovely photo essay of a very special family:
Learnt a new Latin term recently – vade mecum!
A couple of weeks back, I read this article about the finals of this year’s RHB-The Straits Times National Spelling Championship, which was won by a boy from Rosyth School. Several of the words that the competing pupils were asked to spell were mentioned in the text, and I knew most of them. Except porraceous and eglantine. :O
It’s 1.33 am, pouring heavily outside, and I yearn greatly for piping hot dim sum to chase the cold away…..
Recent events reminded me of this quote:
We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are.
Anais Nin, The Seduction of the Minotaur
Solresol is a constructed language based on musical notes. And I must say, it sounds awfully confusing!!! :P
Being the main person in charge of my company’s Facebook account, I am able to see what a lot of our doctor members share. Noticed a paediatrician post this earlier today:
Me: “How old are you?”
Little boy: “I am not old.”
How cute is that!!! :D
As a single girl, I eat at restaurants alone quite regularly. But actually, solitude is a luxury in our crowded city……
His search for a sewage pipe, which began in 2000, became one family’s tale of obsession and discovery. He found a subterranean world tracing back before the birth of Jesus: a Messapian tomb, a Roman granary, a Franciscan chapel and even etchings from the Knights Templar. His trattoria instead became a museum, where relics still turn up today.
I really enjoyed this article, about an Italian man who started digging to fix a pipe, and ended up unearthing an amazing array of historical artifacts!
A month ago, Kang Hao sent Ming Zhen and I the following image, evidently from 9GAG:
He later commented that he actually hated everything about Pokemon other than Mewtwo. Its words of wisdom actually made me recall two quotes from Albus Dumbledore in the Harry Potter series……
To Harry Potter in The Chamber of Secrets: ‘It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.’
And to Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, in The Goblet of Fire: ‘You place too much importance, and you always have done, on the so-called purity of blood! You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!’
There is actually a water allergy and it is known as aquagenic urticaria!
The science of mountains is called orology.
And the first quarter of 2015 is over!!!
Still can’t believe LKY is gone. It just feels so surreal…… And perhaps it’s the perfect time to revisit this poem……
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.