You know the drill.
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infragilis et tenera
01 December 2010 @ 12:00 am
You know the drill.
04 November 2009 @ 11:30 pm
04 November 2009 @ 07:57 am
secret heart
feist
secret heart, what are you made of
what are you so afraid of
could it be, three simple words
or the fear of being overheard
feist
secret heart, what are you made of
what are you so afraid of
could it be, three simple words
or the fear of being overheard
03 November 2009 @ 12:55 pm
excited26 October 2009 @ 07:13 pm
"i have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. or i can go mad by ricocheting in between
sylvia plath
sylvia plath
25 October 2009 @ 01:33 pm
25 October 2009 @ 10:02 am
17 October 2009 @ 01:19 am
09 October 2009 @ 11:06 pm
"Two short extracts in A Photogenic Life which I think I should share. It is so often that we always frown at what we don’t have, and never smile at what we have.
A Photogenic Life, Page 99 (2nd Print):
I sat behind Chew Ling during flag-rising. After listening to Chew Ling singing – shouting – the National Anthem, Chew Ling grabbed her bag and walked towards the Lecture Hall. She took out her book and read while she walked. I strolled behind her. She nearly banged into a column. She slipped once. She looked around herself and scratched her butts twice. She then smelled her hand. She went to the toilet and came out with two wet palm-shaped stains on her behind. She nearly fell down when she went up the stairs. When she was at the entrance of the door, the swinging door nearly hit her head. Still, she walked on and I rubbed my nose, acting as if I had not seen everything.
This was the first time I was taking notice of someone and it was through her imperfect journey that I realized how perfect my journey had been.
A Photogenic Life, Page 146 (2nd Print):
Why had we always thank the cashier who passes us our change in the supermarket, the taxi driver who gives us our change and yet always forgetting to thank the person who is always next to us, waiting for acknowledgement?
If you cannot wait to read the entire book, you can now get the eBook version at
http://www.goodybooks.com/
This was on Low Kay Hua's Facebook page. Apparently, after reading it, it will cause me to magically want to buy his book. If anything, it convinced me to never buy a book of his.
Flag-rising? Scratched her butts?! After listening to Chew Ling... Chew Ling walked away?!?! Why had we always thank... yet always forgetting to thank?!?! SHE SMELLED HER HAND?!?!? Seriously? And what up with all the fragmented sentences?!
Seeing that this the standard of a local author who has published multiple books, it's no wonder Ris Low speaks the way she does. I don't speak like this, none of my friends speak like this. Singaporeans do not, generally, speak bad English. And yet people with messed up English are the ones getting published and winning beauty pageants.
I honestly don't think that a book with half-assed English should be allowed to be published and sold. Shitty writing can be disputed, shitty English can't. If it's wrong it's wrong. Bad English is bad English; there are no two ways about it.
A Photogenic Life, Page 99 (2nd Print):
I sat behind Chew Ling during flag-rising. After listening to Chew Ling singing – shouting – the National Anthem, Chew Ling grabbed her bag and walked towards the Lecture Hall. She took out her book and read while she walked. I strolled behind her. She nearly banged into a column. She slipped once. She looked around herself and scratched her butts twice. She then smelled her hand. She went to the toilet and came out with two wet palm-shaped stains on her behind. She nearly fell down when she went up the stairs. When she was at the entrance of the door, the swinging door nearly hit her head. Still, she walked on and I rubbed my nose, acting as if I had not seen everything.
This was the first time I was taking notice of someone and it was through her imperfect journey that I realized how perfect my journey had been.
A Photogenic Life, Page 146 (2nd Print):
Why had we always thank the cashier who passes us our change in the supermarket, the taxi driver who gives us our change and yet always forgetting to thank the person who is always next to us, waiting for acknowledgement?
If you cannot wait to read the entire book, you can now get the eBook version at
http://www.goodybooks.com/
This was on Low Kay Hua's Facebook page. Apparently, after reading it, it will cause me to magically want to buy his book. If anything, it convinced me to never buy a book of his.
Flag-rising? Scratched her butts?! After listening to Chew Ling... Chew Ling walked away?!?! Why had we always thank... yet always forgetting to thank?!?! SHE SMELLED HER HAND?!?!? Seriously? And what up with all the fragmented sentences?!
Seeing that this the standard of a local author who has published multiple books, it's no wonder Ris Low speaks the way she does. I don't speak like this, none of my friends speak like this. Singaporeans do not, generally, speak bad English. And yet people with messed up English are the ones getting published and winning beauty pageants.
I honestly don't think that a book with half-assed English should be allowed to be published and sold. Shitty writing can be disputed, shitty English can't. If it's wrong it's wrong. Bad English is bad English; there are no two ways about it.
06 October 2009 @ 08:22 pm
