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Anticlimax

I received my new refurbished iMac on Thursday. As you can see, I unboxed it and fired it up.

What happened after the fancy Welcome clip?

Nothing.

There are a few things to fill in to set up OS X.

At Select a Wireless Service, the computer froze.

So, I restarted and tried again, this time choosing no network. The computer froze.

I unplugged the wires, plugged them back in (just the power cable and keyboard), tried again. Same result.

Time for Google. I found two similar cases - one which seemed to resolve itself, another one (also a refurbished set) which is unresolved.

Since it was late, I didn’t try reinstalling the OS.

I called AppleCare the next day, and the support guy asked me to do everything that I’ve already tried. He also asked me to do what I was intending to do anyway - reinstall the OS.

Still hung at selecting a network (whether I choose no network or my home wireless network).

After all that trouble, support guy 2 (I had to call back after the reinstallation and got a different guy) concluded that my iMac was DOA - Dead On Arrival.

Not a good advertisement for Apple, eh?

(Photos follow.)

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School Days at SJI

Wish I could go up to the dome

Ordinary Guy wrote a post about SJI, where he studied in the late 70s.

The first thing that a student had to brace himself was the incessant noise from the traffic during lessons. SJI was bordered by busy Bras Basah Road, Waterloo Street and Queen Street shown in the map below. It was a challenge to both teachers and Josephians to rise above the roar of engines and honks from impatient motorists especially during peak hours, to steer our concentration during lessons.

By the time I studied in SJI, the school had already moved to Malcolm Road. During a camp in Secondary 3 (1992), Brother Michael Broughton brought us around the derelict old building (just before it was closed off for restoration and conversion to the Singapore Art Museum).

He told us stories about his school days and the history of the school. We went up to the attic and even up to the dome! Sadly, I have no photos of that very exclusive tour.

The story which stuck in my head was about the bomb that fell in the main courtyard during World War II. The school was used as a hospital during the war. While it was derelict, grass had grown in circle from the courtyard, corresponding to the bomb crater. Amazingly, no one was killed from the explosion. A piece of shrapnel got lodged in a grandfather clock, which was on the 2nd storey. I believe this clock is now in the administration building at the current SJI premises.

I have to admit, my memory of the story may not be 100% accurate.

Even though I never studied in old SJI, I have great affinity for that building. I used to pass by it every day on the way to school - Saint Anthony’s Boys’ School a short hop away on Victoria Street - telling myself that one day, I will study there.

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About Singapore

About Singapore

On Saturday, I went on a mini shopping spree. I came back with a few treasures - books and DVDs about Singapore.

None of these are likely to become required reading or viewing as part of National Indoctrination Education. Nevertheless (or is it ‘Because of’?), this unlikely quintet are more authentic than most of what you see on Channel 5 and 8.

Ah, actually, there is something to be said about that - the Channel 8 reference - particularly regarding The Resident Tourist series. I think the graphic novels will strike a chord with many English-educated Chinese here. Troy Chin’s observations, experiences and asides about Singapore will have you nodding and laughing in agreement.

Troy is The Resident Tourist. He details his return to Singapore from New York, where he worked as a music executive. Having been away, he plays tourist in Singapore since he is busy being a bum illustrating and writing a comic about himself - The Resident Tourist.

Very meta.

I read Part 1 online, after finding out about it via Tomorrow.sg. Even before I was halfway through, I decided to buy the book. Troy (and Adrian Teo, the publisher), if you are reading this, please publish Part 3!

Moving on to the DVDs.

Remember Chek Jawa, by Eric Lin, documents the journey of ordinary Singaporeans in their valiant effort to survey and ultimately save Chek Jawa from the threat of destruction. If you believe our gahmen doesn’t listen - and I often do - then this documentary will at least make you think twice about that sentiment. Though I still think that on balance, the gahmen generally doesn’t. Think IR and others.

The documentary reveals that we do have natural resources. Perhaps non-exploitable, but they exist.

The Tan Pin Pin Collection is a compilation of three documentaries by Tan Pin Pin - Moving House, Singapore GaGa and Invisible City.

Moving House explores the theme of displacement and development through the exhumation of the director’s great grandfather’s grave.

Singapore GaGa is a documentary about the sounds that make up Singapore. Sounds that we take for granted. Sounds that we might not even notice. There is an interview with the Old Voice of MRT. And you’ll discover why you had to learn to play the recorder in school.

Finally, there is Invisible City, a study of the hidden histories of our land. If Remember Chek Jawa reminds us that we have natural heritage, Invisible City highlights that we have many alternative historical narratives besides the grand story of how we got kicked out of Malaysia and eventually made good.

The common thread that binds these books and DVDs is that they all touch on our identity as Singaporeans. None provide answers. What they serve to do is to make us reflect and to question truisms. The books and DVDs open our eyes to different and sometimes hidden aspects of our existence as Singaporeans.

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Happy 43rd

Another year. Another National Day coming up.

But this year, the feeling is just not there.

In this place where the one sure thing is change, I am feeling displaced for the first time.

Mind you, belonging to the minority of minorities in Singapore, I would well have felt out of place years ago.

I didn’t.

But something has changed fundamentally in Singapore over the past few years.

What is it exactly?

I can’t put my finger on it.

Still, it’s there. Like the heat you feel from a rash that’s about to break out.

I tell people that I chose not to stay in Australia after university because Singapore is home.

Truth is, Australia has more than enough Arts graduates and wouldn’t accept me unless I have half a million invested in the land Down Under.

If I were an accountant, baker or hairstylist (I am not kidding), they’d beg me to stay. But I’d still say:

“Singapore is home.”

I am beginning to question that.

Is this strange, unrecognisable, crowded place home?

The place where I grew up?

The people that I grew up with?

Democracy, justice, equality, happiness, prosperity, progress.

Onward Singapore, let’s move on.

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FOUR layer chocolate cake

Four Layer Chocolate Cake

I don’t blame my mum for my size.

She makes fantastic cakes and other goodies.

I… just… cannot… resist.

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