As a MOH recipient mentioned in this documentary, "No one sets out to win the medal of honor. We were just fighting for our buddies on our left and right to stay alive."
In my mind, I was playing Vangelis' Conquest of Paradise and Warcraft III's haunting opening cinematic scene (and by extension - to LOTR's TTT and ROTK).
It was unseasonably warm here when I arrived almost two weeks ago. My friend picked me up from the airport in T-shirt and berms. Imagine that! In Jan! Maybe Mother Nature realized this belatedly and this weekend saw the first significant snowfall for this region this year. Temperatures dipped well below freezing; even the area newscasters admitted the weather is unusually frigid.
This, plus the fact that the central heater for the dwelling has broken down, means that I have been reduced to living an Eskimo's lifestyle in my house. The space heater I have unfortunately is only good enough for my bedroom; even at maximum heat setting I go to sleep wearing 3 layers of clothes and under 2 layers of blankets, one of which a comforter.
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New tenants have moved in to the unit below mine. For the last two nights a girl was singing and strumming the guitar. I don't know who she is, but her music made me sleepy. It has been almost TWO years since someone last had that effect on me.
...Besides nurturing more bilingual and bicultural talents in school, the Singapore Chinese Chamber of Commerce and Industry (SCCCI) is also helping to promote Mandarin.
The Chamber is setting up a new club called 'Business China', which will bring together businessmen, professionals, young entrepreneurs and students who are interested in China, to network, interact and discuss important issues in Mandarin.
Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew has agreed to be its Patron and Deputy Prime Minister Wong Kan Seng and other ministers will serve as advisers.
I laughed. As I im-ed cognitive dissonance: "I learnt more about China and Taiwan (as well as improved my Mandarin) when I was trying to date girls from thosecountries, than from my 10 years in SAP schools".
A compatriot hosted an alcohol tasting session for a group of us at his place last night. Wines, along with roasted peanuts, baguette and curry chicken (he had brought primataste from Singapore) made us happy campers.
We had loads of fun listening to theme songs from old school Chinese drama serials, watching a Singapore-made movie - Jack Neo's Just Follow Law and debating about our favorite characters from 金庸's 武侠小说.
What stood out was that all the Singaporeans present except one were guys, and their other halves (if they have one) were from elsewhere. It was an international (all Asian) group.
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On the occasion of the National Day Rally, I dedicate this song to my Singaporean readers. I hope you still believe in the Singapore Dream.
She asked me about the good places to visit in Singapore. I struggled for a good 5 minutes to come up with a decent (albeit still short) list. It turned out that she had been to more places than I ever did in my 21 years (before I left for my tertiary education) on that island.
How many sides of Singapore have you seen, being a long time resident?
Friend: I am not surprised. You and most of your Singaporean friends are cocooned in a little ivory tower. Bet you don't even know much about the neighborhood schools' environment.
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I am becoming a youtube junkie, searching for songs from my childhood and teenage years. This is my favorite from Chage and Aska (similar to 周华健's "让我欢喜让我忧").
It's not often that you go around telling people you like a song from an underwear ad. I found myself humming it (subconsciously) when it played on TV.
Lyrics:
No castle in the south of France But what we had were underpants That made us feel like royalty His hands were hard, his waistbands soft, And in his deep red apple thoughts, he said, ‘Your fruit will be of the loom, not of the tree.’ Yeah, Daddy was the apple of my eye, Like underwear he’s with me ’til I die And the more that I peel back the years, the more I realize He will always be, the apple of my eye. A father knows a young boy grows The clothesline of life sometimes blows Brief memories that last forevermore. He gave to me his fearless grin His rosy cheeks, his tender skin A comfort that runs straight down to the core. Yeah, Daddy was the apple of my eye, Like underwear he’s with me ’til I die. And the more that I peel back the years, the more I realize In that tangled family tree, he will forever be The shining, polished apple of my eye.
On a side note, my mum was the one who chose my clothes (including underpants) when I was young. Heh.
Upcoming Weekend Dinner Korean lunch invitation, accepted; The Simpsons Movie (Ed: last minute switch to Hairspray) on Saturday, accepted; Long chats on the phone and MSN, becoming regular.
Continue to slog for the company. The moolah's decent, but I am getting disillusioned with the work.
She got the intra-company transfer offer - to relocate to a state to the west of mine.
From: TA's friend [mailto:taf@(national-lab).gov] To: TA Subject: Post Doc Opportunities
TA, I hope you are well. Don't forget to submit your abstract to the symposium! We have a couple of post-doc opportunities up here at (national lab). If you have anyone coming down the pipe who would be interested, please let me know.
I spent 30 mins yesterday playing and replaying this song. It was also featured in "The Mask". Brought back happy memories of the silly Mass Dance they subjected the first years to.
I hate you for humming/singing Guang Liang's songs. The lyrics bring back painful memories. It has to be by a girl who rejected me to remind me of one I dumped.
Can you ever forget your first love? All these pieces of baggage...
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