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Every time you get dressed, remember…if you die today, that’s going to be your ghost outfit forever.
from Bastille Memes @Bastillememes
It is astonishing how short a time it takes for very wonderful things to happen. It had taken only a few minutes, apparently, to change all the fortunes of the little boy dangling his red legs from the high stool in Mr. Hobbs’s store, and to transform him from a small boy, living the simplest life in a quiet street, into an English nobleman, the heir to an earldom and magnificent wealth. It had taken only a few minutes, apparently, to change him from an English nobleman into a penniless little impostor, with no right to any of the splendors he had been enjoying. And, surprising as it may appear, it did not take nearly so long a time as one might have expected, to alter the face of everything again and to give back to him all that he had been in danger of losing.
Little Lord Fauntleroy, by Frances Hodgson Burnett, is one of my most favourite classic novels. It tells the story of poor American boy Cedric Errol who is summoned back to England to become the heir of his aristocratic grandfather. Most notable is the ridiculous prejudices that the Americans and Englishmen in the book have for each other – I found those descriptions rather amusing, considering how far each country has come. Then again, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
Wanted to change the inbox date format in my Gmail account from MM/DD/YY to DD/MM/YY. Googled and one solution was to switch my language setting from English (US) to English (UK). Which I did, and promptly noticed that my Trash folder was now appropriately renamed ‘Bin’!!!
As someone who has always had her name mispronounced since forever, I thought this article was pretty entertaining……
Getting Names Right? Harder Than It Sounds
By Ben Shpigel
WIMBLEDON, England — If there are times when tennis officials and announcers warrant some sympathy, then the first few days of a major tournament like Wimbledon would be one of them. Hundreds of matches in singles and doubles featuring players from Argentina to Uzbekistan are a linguistic gantlet of the highest order. On the women’s side alone, there were first-round contests between Scheepers and Shvedova, Gajdosova and Zaniewska, and Foretz Gacon and Niculescu.
And there was chair umpire Pascal Maria on Court 7 on Tuesday, overseeing a match between Alex Bogomolov Jr. and Alexandr Dolgopolov. It was a tongue twister, and calling the players by their first names — Advantage, Alex? — was not an option.
Mouthfuls of Moet in the morning makes me sleepy……
(Colleagues’d successfully incorporated a company earlier and popped a bottle to celebrate!)
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.
I filed a copy of this somewhere and came across it today……
Keep your Le Bistro, I’ll take kopitiam
By Janadas Devan
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.
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’!
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!
Watched a whole ton of parrot videos this weekend and discovered that Snowball, a male Eleonora cockatoo, is the first non-human animal conclusively demonstrated to be capable of dancing! Isn’t he the cutest thing? :D
Is it just me or did the annual Formula One (F1) night race appear out of the blue this year? Were we all majorly distracted by the General Election? There seemed to be no sound or fury for the longest time, then hey, F1 is this weekend!
Something I read during the election campaigning period, written by a certain Andrew Chia on his Facebook page……
Woke up on 12 Sep 2015
Saw the news notification on my iPhone: “History in the making: PAP lost all 89 seats to opposition parties.”