A gorgeous sunrise I caught from my window this morning…
A close up of the White Temple in Chiang Rai
Sunset in Chiang Rai
White Temple in Chiang Rai
Black Temple, Chiang Rai
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The Feng Shui Detective Goes South (Feng Shui Detective #2) – Nury Vittachi
In their first full-length novel outing, the feng shui detective and his assistant get involved with a bizarre case: they find a young woman whose fortune predicts almost immediate death. CF Wong and his colleagues at the Union of Industrial Mystics have a curious problem to solve: the only way to keep her alive is to prove that the predictive skills they have developed over their lifetimes have got it all wrong. Set in Singapore and Australia.
2015 Week 27 Update
Not a very happy week for me, this one!
I’ve had two ‘conversations’ with my boss and the first one last Monday was so, so depressing that I was in tears during and after it. I kept brooding over it the rest of the week and we had a follow up conversation on Thursday which was more of a mid year conversation. I don’t want to explain the whole thing in detail (which if I do, will take up more of your time than I care for you to lose :-)).
To summarise both the conversations is that I can’t escape the admin part of my current role anytime soon. With the team expanding, it only means more of this for me. Also, I don’t see any promotion in the cards, at least in the near future (within the next year). So now I really need to figure what I want – do I stay here and hope for the promotion in say a year’s time which may or may not materialise? Or should I move on?
I’ve been stewing on this, and at this point what I think I will do is wait it out. I will apply for new positions and see where that takes me. If I get a great opportunity, then maybe I will take it up or at the very least give this organisation to match that offer. If it does not pan out, then I’ll leave…
Well, that’s my life this last week. This week is a short one with Friday being a public holiday for Hari Raya Haji or Ramzan Id as I’ve always known it. For Muslims all over the world, it’s a time of feasting after a month of rigorous fasting!
PSLE Week 27 Update
The PSLE just got more real for us! This week both BB & GG got their entry forms for the exam. They need to show this for all the PSLE exams. Back in India, it used to be called ‘Hall Tickets’ and used to have our photos in it too. This one does not have their photos, because they will give their exams in their own schools, while we used to have to go another school to give the exam. The form also has their exam ID and the subjects they are giving (except for Mother Tongue, most of them will be the same – just some of the children will give English, Maths, Science as either standard or Foundation) and the exam dates, time, exam duration and reporting times.
Being the kiasu mum that I am, I scanned them and copied them (I made 5 copies each!) so that in the event it gets misplaced, we have another copy with us….
The school also gave us the prelims dates and Orals start in as less as 2 weeks. The end is near…..I see it….
As a way for all us to destress, we’re looking at a short holiday in a neighbouring country when the PSLE marking starts in October. So we can relax before the shit hits the fan!
On the DSA front, still no notification from any of the schools we’ve applied for and that’s another stress. I just wish I know if they are not going to get a call back for the next round, then we can focus on the exam itself. I guess I need to put that off my mind – if it happens, it happens. BB is going to be so disappointed if he can’t get to the round 2 of dream school!
Sigh!! I wish I could make things better for them. It was so easy when they were younger – a kiss always made things better – but now that life takes over, it’s only so much a mum can do!
In My Hands Today…
The Indian Clerk – David Leavitt
On a January morning in 1913, G. H. Hardy–eccentric, charismatic and, at thirty-seven, already considered the greatest British mathematician of his age–receives in the mail a mysterious envelope covered with Indian stamps. Inside he finds a rambling letter from a self-professed mathematical genius who claims to be on the brink of solving the most important unsolved mathematical problem of all time. Some of his Cambridge colleagues dismiss the letter as a hoax, but Hardy becomes convinced that the Indian clerk who has written it–Srinivasa Ramanujan–deserves to be taken seriously. Aided by his collaborator, Littlewood, and a young don named Neville who is about to depart for Madras with his wife, Alice, he determines to learn more about the mysterious Ramanujan and, if possible, persuade him to come to Cambridge. It is a decision that will profoundly affect not only his own life, and that of his friends, but the entire history of mathematics.
Based on the remarkable true story of the strange and ultimately tragic relationship between an esteemed British mathematician and an unknown–and unschooled–mathematical genius, and populated with such luminaries such as D. H. Lawrence, Bertrand Russell, and Ludwig Wittgenstein, The Indian Clerk takes this extraordinary slice of history and transforms it into an emotional and spell-binding story about the fragility of human connection and our need to find order in the world.
