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Sunday, April 29, 2007

Eternal summer



Can someone please tell me why this was cut? Quite tame what ... ...

Here's the trailer and the 明白 MV. :)

It's on at cinemas right now. Go, go, go. :)

History Boys

Dakin: The more you read though, the more you'll see that literature is actually about losers.
Scripps: No.
Dakin: It's consolation. All literature is consolation.

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Hector: Pass the parcel. That's sometimes all you can do. Take it, feel it and pass it on. Not for me, not for you, but for someone, somewhere, one day. Pass it on, boys. That's the game I want you to learn. Pass it on.

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Mrs. Lintott: History is a commentary on the various and continuing incapabilities of men. What is history? History is women following behind with the bucket.

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Mrs. Lintott: Can you, for a moment, imagine how dispiriting it is to teach five centuries of masculine ineptitude?

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Tom Irwin: But this is History. Distance yourselves. Our perspective on the past alters. Looking back, immediately in front of us is dead ground. We don't see it, and because we don't see it this means that there is no period so remote as the recent past. And one of the historian's jobs is to anticipate what our perspective of that period will be... even on the Holocaust.

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Hector: The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.

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Mrs. Lintott: And you, Rudge? How do you define history?
Rudge: Can I speak freely without being hit?
Mrs. Lintott: You have my protection.
Rudge: How do I define history? Well it's just one fucking thing after another, isn't it?

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[Posner has confessed to Irwin that he thinks he is homosexual and in love with Dakin]
Posner: Do you ever look at your life?
Tom Irwin: I thought everybody did.
Posner: I'm a Jew... I'm small... I'm homosexual... and I live in Sheffield.
[pause]
Posner: I'm fucked.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Gaaa gaaaa Goooo goooo :p



Sunday, April 08, 2007

Wine lessons

Apparently, consumers in the UK have been conned by the various supermarkets' wine deals.

One wine importer has said: "I often find myself touting a £7.99 wine that will actually sell mainly at £3.99. The idea is that people will believe it might really be worth something in between those two prices - perhaps £5.99. It's not. It's worth £3.99 and not a penny more." In other words, anyone who pays full price for it is being very badly ripped off.

Come on. Are you really surprised?

I loved the wine deals. I may have been duped into picking particular wines each week because of the huge "SALE!" labels. But along the way, I've got to try many different wines from different countries.

I've learnt never ever to have another Chenin Blanc, from anywhere in the world. I just hate it - too acidic.

I know I prefer European gewurztraminers, because of their stronger lychee scents and thicker texture. Tho the best I've tried is a 1997(I think) Canepa from Chile. Anyone knows where I can find the 1998 Canepa in Singapore?

Then the Cabernets. White or red, I avoid them. Just don't like, don't know why.

And somehow, the Tesco finest champagne is much better than the Moet et Chandon or the Piper Heidsieck. Indeed value for money.

Looking forward to visit London, and having another taste of my all-time favourites.

White: Hungarian Tokaj.

Red: Nama wine from Santo Winery.

Or is anyone going to Hungary or Santorini any time soon? :P

Update

Yesterday, I adjusted my posture, like I do every 5 seconds or so while in front of the computer, and leaned sidewides, wanting to rest my left elbow on the desk next to the computer table. And there was nothing to rest on.

An hour later, on the way to the MRT station, I saw the desk being carried away by three uncles.

We're moving house, and we recognise that we need to dispossess ourselves of some items. The breadmaker has gone; we haven't used it for years. The desk left us last evening; there's no space for it in the new place. Plates, cups, glasses, pots, etc, were given to the garang guni man; there's only two of us in the house and we don't exactly need so many of them.

There's been quite a lot of packing. I found my tutors' final comments on my ivory tower thesis. And realised that I don't know where my official degree certificate is. Did I even receive it? Hmmm. My mum's report card from primary school emerged - she was apparently 'very talkative', haha.

And my baby photos!!! I will scan them in and post a couple of them here when I get the time. There's this glimmer of mischief in my eyes. Apparently I was quite the little devil. The cannot-sit-still type. Somehow, I'm chuckling in most of the pictures. Wonder whether I was an easily tickled baby. :p

Countless letters and postcards too. One day can compile a travel diary from all the postcards I've sent myself from all over (including the CBD :p). Cards from friends - some of whom were best of friends, and somehow we've drifted apart, and I miss them loads. Cards from people I've met once or twice, and I'm touched by their heartfelt writing, and I wanna get in touch again but I don't know how.

I wonder whether one day, this blog will be like one of my dusty shelves, and I forget what's there. Until one day, there's some need to do some urgent spring cleaning again. Hmmm.

 
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