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The Seasons I

Singapore is sitting on the equator – well almost. Which explains the Singapore climate. Seasons as we have them closer to the polar regions just don’t occur. Most people living here, of course, won’t know what they are missing.I. Winter Winter can wear you down, especially when daylight is turning dusk as early as 16.00 hours, day in, day out. It is depressing despite the picturesque (and dangerous!) icicles growing meter-long from the gutter along the steep roofs. As I went to primary, the post war facilities weren’t sufficient yet to take in all pupils in one go. Classes were crowded and, sometimes, we had to take shifts – morning and afternoon. And it was one of those dark afternoons...

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Thoughts on Valentine's Just Gone...

Some weeks ago, Singapore’s weather became a cool relief from the customary heat; for some even a tad too cool. Lassie prefers to stay indoor, sprawling out on the floor and blocking the way to the kitchen, so should you have forgotten Valentine's, you would have had the doghouse all to yourself.     It can happen, especially when Chinese New Year and Valentines fall close together, it is easy to forget one over the other. I noticed how some of our customers on such occasion, were indecisive whether to give fresh flowers or a preserved bouquet.     To be sure, fresh is never wrong, but for a lasting impression, preserved arrangements have a lot to go for it. Not only...

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Being Your Valentine

It is coming. We are still celebrating Chinese New Year – but Valentine’s is waiting for you at the end of it: the question! THE QUESTION! What do I give her for Valentine’s? What should it be? What that is not the usual run of the mill $100,000 diamond and sapphire bracelet with a Ferrari dressed with whipped cream on top? I mean - don’t let me stop you if absolutely you must – the consequences are between you and your bankt. So downsizing to a toy car (symbol of a promise) and a Swavowsky glass – pardon me! – “crystal”-ware to dangle from her wrist could be a serious option – I am kidding. Or not!  The problem lovers...

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Our Lovely Kampong...

“The parking aunty is squinting into your windshield,” said Mei, our next door neighbour, holding open the shop door and calling out to me in not exactly the most discrete of conspiratorial voices. She is a bit loud. And she is kind. So are most of our neighbours (kind, I mean, not loud). “Thank you, Mei, I take care of that!” I go over to the parking aunty, telling her that we are loading and unloading. “Just a few more minutes!” Her face is grim and determined, she seems to have a quota to fill. She looks at me, and nods. “Five minutes!” “Yes Ma’am.” When stepping out from the shop you see to your left an antique dealer, just...

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