Archive for November, 2015

something from the ocean and something from the hills

Read this book in Secondary 1. 15 years on, this part has stayed with me……

Beginning to understand what “something from the ocean and something from the hills” was all about, Totto-chan had doubts whether the lunch her mother had so hastily prepared that morning would be approved. But when she opened the lunchbox, she found such a marvelous lunch inside, it was all she could do to stop herself shouting, “Oh, goody, goody!”

Totto-chan’s lunch contained bright yellow scrambled eggs, green peas, brown denbu, and pink naked cod roe. It was as colorful as a newer garden.

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keep your le bistro, i’ll take kopitiam

I filed a copy of this somewhere and came across it today……

Keep your Le Bistro, I’ll take kopitiam
By Janadas Devan

ON WORDS

MANY years ago, an American professor explained to me why he was anxious to visit what he quaintly called ‘the Far East’. ‘I want to see it before what is different about it disappears altogether, and it becomes an extension of suburban America,’ he said.

The gall, I thought, the obtuse smugness! But he happened to be a very distinguished scholar indeed, so I explained politely: ‘Even if the rest of the world looks like America, it remains different. Form should never be mistaken for substance’.

The more fool I. As I soon realised, the professor may not have been altogether right about Asian modernity, but he wasn’t altogether wrong either.

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word of the year

 

tears of joy emoji

So Oxford Dictionaries’ Word of the Year is not a word, but the pictograph above. An emoji! Pretty apt since emojis are all over social media these days. As they wrote: ‘There were other strong contenders from a range of fields, (…) but (this emoji) was chosen as the “word” that best reflected the ethos, mood, and preoccupations of 2015.’

Incidentally, this particular emoji is the one that I use most frequently in my Whatsapp conversations. Interestingly, this emoji’s official name is ‘Face with Tears of Joy‘, but I (and most of my friends, I suppose) have interpreted it as ‘Face with Tears of Amused Resignation’!

 

 

 

 

 

you learn something new every day

France’s national flower is the iris.

you learn something new every day

I was googling for Queen Anne’s Lace, and naturally stumbled upon the Queen Anne’s Revenge, a flagship of the infamous pirate Blackbeard. In 1718, Blackbeard ran the ship aground at Beaufort Inlet, North Carolina. Almost 300 years later in 1996, a private firm discovered its remains underwater!

death is nothing at all

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

Henry Scott Holland, The King of Terrors (sermon)

last day

My sales were terribly dismal, so today marks the end of my secondment (almost five months) with the tech startup. It was a good learning experience, though! (But I definitely won’t miss the food in Toa Payoh! :P) Next week, it’s back to the mothership!

you learn something new every day

I was reading a local florist’s website when I suddenly noticed that their address was 311 Old Birdcage Walk. Googled that and realized Old Birdcage Walk was actually a thing…… in off-the-beaten-track, countrysidish Seletar. A very poetic name indeed. However, there is apparently no birdcage there, old or new, alas!


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