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...like to talk cock, and I like to speak Singlish. It's inventive, witty and colorful. If a Singaporean gets frustrated at your stupidity, he can scold you for being blur as sotong (clueless as a squid). At work, I've often been reprimanded for having an "itchy backside," meaning I enjoy disrupting things when I'm bored. When I don't understand what's going on, I say, "Sorry, but I catch no ball, man," which stems from the Hokkien liah boh kiew. There's an exhaustive lexicon of such Singlish gems at talkingcock.com, a hugely popular, satirical website...
...Kopperud is a philosophy student turned war reporter, and he brings those disparate experiences to bear on a novel that swings between metaphysics and the stark facts of violence. The journalist and the freedom fighter alternate in narrating their story, though as the book progresses their voices blur, even as their relationship decays. The absence of names or a clear chronology can confuse the reader, but man's sense of displacement is one of Kopperud's central themes. A Buddhist monk spells it out for the journalist: "Everything and everyone that comes together must sooner or later be parted...
...much of [college] is a blur. I think I was so busy doing shows that it’s hard for me to remember if I ever went to classes,” Cadiff says. “But I guess I did since I got enough credits to graduate...
...distinctions between reality and marketing began to blur when Ogami went Hollywood. By 2001, his operations included a subsidiary called G. Cosmos that had gathered 20,000 members in the Philippines and 30,000 in Indonesia, collecting about $1 million in each country. G.O. Group was preparing to launch in Taiwan, Singapore and Hong Kong. To spread his name around the region, Ogami began production of his long-nurtured dream: an action movie starring himself...
...beginning of the school year seems like a long time ago as I look back on it from the waning days of May. Eight months of diverse excesses culminating in three weeks’ worth of work-induced fatigue have a tendency to blur the edges of memory, if not make one forget altogether. But as I sit here today, I can’t help but remember the most pointed thing I learned this year, on a morning very much like the present one, two seasons...