Pokemon Go was released in Singapore on 6 August. I held off downloading it for more than a fortnight…… and finally gave up the struggle late Saturday night/early Sunday morning. As they say, if you can’t beat them, join them! (Prior to this, I had never watched a single episode of Pokemon in my life.) Anyway I work in the Central Business District and noticed that people were placing lures at virtually every single PokeStop in the area the whole day round. And I noticed that once the clock hit six, all the Gyms nearby burst into life with the flames of battle. Clearly there are lots of bored office workers around!
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Happy 51st National Day!!!
Was window shopping at Raffles City this afternoon, and they were playing all the National Day songs. However on the ground floor, the music couldn’t be heard clearly, so I called the mall to ask that they raise the volume. I told them it was after all once a year! Think the operator must’ve been quite surprised by my request. She asked if I was a tenant or shopper, and replied that she’d forward my feedback to management. Not sure if they eventually increased the sound, but not long after I hung up, I thought the songs sounded just a tad louder. :D
My friend Elizabeth flew off on 25 July to begin a yearlong teaching stint at an international school in Foshan, China. So I was chatting with her on Facebook earlier……
E: the work load here is very heavy
at least for me
Me: aiyo… nvm you can do it
just think of your ancestors when they made their way to sg in rickety boats
they did it
you can too! 💪💪
hahahah i like that analogy btw…
it really made me LOL-ed
Rushing to NUS for a 9 am lesson and ending up being late (thankfully, a few others were even later than I was!) certainly brought back memories of the bad ol’ days. Reliving horrid history aside, my very first Kristang lesson this morning was a blast.
At one point, I asked the teacher Kevin if Kristang had any inflections, and he said no, which made it quite simple to learn (which means that it’s probably an analytic language). During the break, one middle-aged lady (who works at the university) told me she thought I was a teacher when she heard me ask about inflections. Haha!
We also played a number of fun games to reinforce the grammar. One was going over to another group to ask them what languages they spoke – all in simple Kristang, of course Our guest teacher, an elderly Eurasian called Mr Bernard Mesenas, commented that I was very serious during this activity, which was very good. :D
(And this is the first time I’m doing a ‘third’ language, not counting studying Japanese at the Ministry of Education Language Centre way back when I was in Secondary 1. The journey from the centre to home was long and tiring, and I gave up the ghost after four months of twice-weekly lessons.)
Sometimes I find my YLSNED posts are rather otiose (new word alert!), but hopefully someone else in the great wide world out there finds them educational all the same. :D
Wrote this sentence down after being hit by a bolt of afflatus!
My JC senior Cheryl, a teacher, posted this status on her Facebook wall earlier today:
How to Co-operate
People are drawn together because some tasks are too big for one person. They say too many cooks spoil the broth, but they also say many hands make light work. The trick is having one person work on the soup and the rest on the electrics.
This was extracted from How to Be Normal by Guy Browning, which is a collection of short essays all titled ‘How to (Do Something)’. I didn’t really get its humour at all, and made myself finish it anyway. I thought the above snippet was the funniest part of the book! :P
One of the more curious things that four years of secondary school instilled in me is a love of…… filing. Yes, you read right. Filing.
Back then most of the teachers would collect our files for each subject, in the middle and close to the end of the school year, to check that all our handouts and assignments were in order. Imagine the number of files they would have to go through! We’d get a score for the condition of our file, which would count towards our final grade. It seemed like a really straightforward way to get full marks, so I’d always put my file together diligently. (Proper filing also made it easier to revise when the end of year exams came around – which I guess was probably the teachers’ point.) I’m quite proud to say I usually got full marks or something close to it.
13 years after graduating, I still enjoy punching holes in my documents (mainly personal finance these days) and arranging them in the right files. Ah, the joys of filing!
Was looking through my Secondary 4 elective geography stuff when I found this rather entertaining newspaper article on recycling in Japan……
Separating your combustibles from your recyclables
By Kavitha Rao
Taking the garbage out is never much fun, but in Japan it is sheer agony. When I first arrived in Japan, I “oohed” and “aahed” over the exquisite groceries, especially the beautiful packaging, delicate ribbons, and the myriad gift-wrappings. That didn’t last long. Now, when I buy a charming box of rice crackers, I just worry about how much garbage I am going to have to dispose of.
The first thing every resident in Japan learns is how to sort garbage, or gomi, as it is called in Japanese. The second is how not to. How complicated could this be, you think? Very.
This afternoon, I was reading Grace: A Memoir by Grace Coddington, who was creative director at American Vogue for more than 25 years (she left her position in January). The book was interesting enough but suffered from a lack of juicy details.
I had reached a section where the writer was waxing lyrical about Tina Chow looking stylish in pants, when suddenly I realized that I hadn’t worn jeans for more than five years! The last time I wore a pair was in 2010. Since then I have lived almost exclusively in skirts, sometimes shorts and the occasional pants. But it isn’t surprising for I have never been a big fan of denim……
NB Title is a pun on I Dream of Jeannie.