Archive for October, 2011

because it amuses me

Happy Halloween, everyone!!! :D

slip of the pen

This afternoon I was writing down what I had for lunch earlier, and before I could stop myself I realized I had written

pork chop, long beans with tofu and omeletter

Somehow, when I was writing the last few letters of the last word, my brain jumped the gun and suddenly thought that I was writing the word letter instead of omelette, and I involuntarily added the r to omelette.

I guess this must be a linguistic error of some sort. Checked the Wikipedia entry on speech errors (though I know the above is more of a written one) and my error seems to be something like an addition and a blend.

completely random

今天早上,到地铁的路途上,我看见了一只嘴里衔着死蟑螂的八哥……

taking the train

I was on the East West Line to work this morning, when I overheard an old lady looking at a map of the MRT system and telling her maid that she should ‘go straightaway to Buona Vista’, while she herself would ‘change trains at Paya Lebar’, presumably to take the Circle Line.

Maybe it’s the way the old lady spoke, but I wondered if they were trying to test which line sent them to their destination more quickly……

on ravenclaw

Oh you may not think me pretty,
But don’t judge on what you see,
I’ll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There’s nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can’t see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

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into nonbeing, which is to say, everything

“May I ask what you are doing, Professor Carrow?”

“Trying—to get—through this damned—door!” shouted Amycus. “Go and get Flitwick! Get him to open it, now!”

“But isn’t your sister in there?” asked Professor McGonagall. “Didn’t Professor Flitwick let her in earlier this evening, at your urgent request? Perhaps she could open the door for you? Then you needn’t wake up half the castle.”

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a circle has no beginning

Luna reached out a pale hand, which looked eerie floating in midair, unconnected to arm or body. She knocked once, and in the silence, it sounded to Harry like a cannon blast. At once the beak of the eagle opened, but instead of a bird’s call, a soft musical voice said, “Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?”

“Hmm . . . What do you think, Harry?” said Luna, looking thoughtful.

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how i met my wife

How I Met My Wife
Jack Winter

It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and consolate.

I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw her standing alone in a corner. She was a descript person, a woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled, and she moved in a gainly way.

I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I’d have to make bones about it, since I was travelling cognito. Beknowst to me, the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was very proper, so it would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened. And even though I had only swerving loyalty to her, my manners couldn’t be peccable. Only toward and heard-of behavior would do.

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story of a bag

In my first couple of years in university, I realized that I was spending a pretty penny at Topshop, but somehow never spent enough in a single receipt ($150) to qualify for their membership programme. So I decided to see if anyone was interested in combining purchases. Asked around, and only Poppish Princess responded.

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a rose by any other name would smell as sweet

On Monday morning (10 October), my graphic designer CX informed me that she had changed her name to CYZ (though not legally, I think). I guessed it was due to fengshui reasons, and was right. :)

My designer’s new name is rather girly – 活脱脱就是从琼瑶小说里走出来的女主角 – and she is anything but. She very 强势 one okay!

So I was trying to remember to address my designer by her new name, which got me thinking. How odd it is to completely change your name – such an important part of your identity! – overnight, after using it for such a long time (my designer’s slightly more than three decades old). You’d have to go around informing people of your change in name, and start responding to your new name.

The whole thing just feels rather curious really……

the horse and his boy

image from here

In the first semester of my sophomore (I love this word!) year, I took the Introduction to Psychology module. During one of the tutorials, we discussed the Little Hans case, about a boy who feared horses.

I mentioned that some time ago, I had watched a bit of a programme (probably on National Geographic, Discovery, Animal Planet or the like), which featured a scene of two horses mating in a farm.

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half wise, half foolish

Barely anyone in Singapore uses the word sophomore to describe their second year of university, but I’ve loved that word ever since I found out about its etymology:

sophomore

1680s, “student in the second year of university study,” lit. “arguer,” altered from sophumer (1650s, from sophume, archaic variant form of sophism), probably by influence of folk etymology derivation from Gk. sophos “wise” + moros “foolish, dull.” Short form soph is attested from 1778.

from here

And so, half wise, half foolish!

Could there ever be a more apt word to describe someone in their second year of university?

slip of the eye

‘I was 27 years old, I went 100 days over schedule, massively overbudget and I was roasted by the studios, who called me an irresponsible young film-maker. It was a debacle. Who could have guessed the public would embrace Jaws the way they did?’

Steven Spielberg on the popularity of his 1975 shark movie

The Straits Times, Life!, 12 October 2011, page C8

I was glancing through the quotes in the ‘Go ahead quote me’ column when I thought I read ‘Who would have guessed the public would embrace Jews the way they did?’, and immediately did a double take.

you learn something new every day

The medical term for the compulsive desire to shop is oniomania.

Now we know!!! :D

the art of ordering cai png

Something that has been floating around cyberspace for some time, although I have no idea of its provenance. Presenting – the Art of Ordering Cai Png, or Cai Fan to Hokkien-illiterate me.

Gotta try some of these tricks sometime! Tell me if you do, and if they worked!!! :D

The Art of Ordering Cai Png

Visit the stall near the end of lunch/dinner time.

Sure, some of the dishes may be sold out, but there will also be plenty of other dishes still available. Since the stall owner can’t keep the dishes until the next lunch/dinner time, it is in his interest to give away larger portions so that he won’t need to deal with leftovers later.

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