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03 December 2009 @ 03:46 am
Gratitude to the Unknown Instructors
by W.B. Yeats

What they undertook to do
They brought to pass;
All things hang like a drop of dew
Upon a blade of grass.
01 September 2009 @ 05:57 pm
'My favourites though, are those which get more surreal, like the one on the Shanghai metro from the public security bureau that reads: "If you are stolen, call the police at once."'
- 'Shanghai seeks end to "Chinglish"', here.
13 August 2009 @ 05:05 am
"...and the reason why we are radicals and the reason why we say what we do and why we rebel is because we love the country, because we love Singapore."
-Ivan Heng, in Mr. Brown's interview here
07 August 2009 @ 05:34 am
"Unsurprisingly, Temasek’s model appeals more to the more authoritarian and less democratic of states, such as Kazakhstan which, like Singapore, is run along family lines.

Now Singapore Inc is in a pickle. It said it wants to internationalise Temasek, and appointing the much-respected Goodyear was a huge – and widely welcomed – statement. Now it’s stuck with the bumbling Ho, for at least another year, which simply deepens the market’s conviction that dealing with Temasek is akin to de facto dealing with the Government.

Temasek says it is continuing its international search for a new boss. But after Goodyear’s bad year at Temasek, why would anyone want to go there?"
- Sydney Morning Herald, here
22 July 2009 @ 10:58 am
"Our nation may be young, but we have built up elements of a culture that is somewhat unique to Singapore — our local food, Singlish, a commitment to meritocracy to name a few. I welcome new immigrants who can contribute to Singapore. But I expect these immigrants to conform to Singaporean cultural norms rather than that of their country of origin. They should not think that they can simply continue to live and speak like they did back home, especially when interacting with Singaporeans."
- The Online Citizen, 'Multiculturalism or the melting pot?' here.
20 July 2009 @ 10:50 am
Lately, conversations around the house have veered dangerously into unharmonious territory, as we spoke about how it just isn’t right that sales staff at many shops now don’t speak anything but Mainland Chinese, and that when we Singaporeans exclaim, “wah lao, damn expensive, can?”, the same sales staff take it as a request and say, “can!” instead of commiserating and claiming “boss, best price already”.
-mr miyagi's blog
03 July 2009 @ 12:19 am
Yes, that day. I saw her from my bedroom window and rushed out. It was an act of kindness on my part but a very delightful one. It was I who had telephoned her the following day. She very kindly invited me to lunch. All that I could follow, what I couldn't follow was the spring of her motive. I don't lack self-confidence but I'm not beautiful, that is a word reserved for very few people, people such as Louise herself. I told her this.

'You can't see what I can see.' She stroked my face. 'You are a pool of clear water where the light plays.'

- Writte on the Body by Jeanette Winterson
13 June 2009 @ 12:49 am
Perception, she said was a fraud; had not St Paul said we see in a glass darkly, had not Wordsworth said we see by glimpses? 'This piece of fruit cake' - she waved it between bites - 'this cake doesn't need me to eat it to make it edible. It exists without me.'

That was a bad example, but I knew what she meant. It meant that to create was a fundament, to appreciate, a supplement. Once created, the creature was separate from the creator, and needed no seconding to fully exist.

'Have some cake,' she said cheerfully, but I didn't because even if Elsie was philosophically amiss, her contention that the cake existed without either of us was certainly true. There was probably a whole township in there, with values of its own, and a style of gossip.

- Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson
09 May 2009 @ 01:01 am
pinkdot anyone? let's show some love:)