Hdb Quotes

Prague, c'est beau, même sous la pluie.Les monuments se reflètent dans la Place de la Vieille Ville. La maison qui danse a l'air ivre.

Le train de nuit, c'est toujours une aventure. On s'imagine dans l'Orient Express, le mystère plane ; on entend passer les voyageurs. On imagine des histoires, des frôlements sensuels. On ne dort que d'un oeil, blottis l'un contre l'autre. On se chuchote des choses que l'on ne dirait pas en plein jour. Puis on s'endort avec le balancement du train, tadam tadam, tadam tadam, tadam tadam.

The residents blamed the "Gahmen", naturally. Since the explosion of social media, those "Gahmen" guys have been blamed for everything from HDB flat prices to the price of oil, climate change, the shortage of Hello Kitty dolls and kids not clearing their trays away at hawker centres.

Perhaps she moves too slowly now, or the world moves too fast for her. She enters the lift, a giant wheel turns and steel cables lower the mechanized box. The lift drops down a black shaft, which exists at the heart of each HDB block. The country may be described, not as a place covered with blocks of public housing, but a topography where black vertical shafts, some forty storeys tall, rise out of the ground like trees.

Je sais qu'une fois face à mon installation, je serai à l'intérieur de moi, quelque part où personne ne peut me distraire ni m'intimider, dans l'état proche de la transe. Le problème, c'est de rentrer dans cet état.

De savoir que plein de gens ont eu son livre entre les mains et que ça a changé positivement leur vie, me donne l'impression que ma mère est toujours vivante.

MON ERIC EST À ZÉRO. ERIC = Effective Residual Ink Concentration. ERIC mesure la quantité d'encre qui demeure dans le papier recyclé malgré tous les traitements et lavages qu'on lui a fait subir. Un ERIC à zéro signifie une page blanche.

Non, un cadenas ne symbolisera JAMAIS l'amour.

Il me dit aussi que de nombreuses parties du mur de Berlin sont détruites petit à petit pour faire place aux constructions modernes. Va-t-on se souvenir du passé ? La preuve que non, aujourd'hui encore, d'autres murs sont construits.

Les dentistes sont l'inverse des psys. Ils te racontent leur vie, et toi tu fais "hmmmh mmm" la bouche pleine de trucs bizarres.

It is therefore worth trying to understand what makes HDB rental flats & neighbourhoods undesirable places.

Although the HDB has no intention of making anyone homeless, its processes are not experienced in that way.

From the outside how might our lives have appeared to strangers? I say our, which in June 2015 meant my mother and me, but I could just as easily have been referring to any number of the interchangeable bodies that populated our corner of Bedok. We still lived in the same house I grew up in, but you didn't actually have to see it to know how it looked, nor to understand the number of steps needed to cross from the bed to the bathroom - after all, it was the same prefabricated apartment everyone else lived in, too, organized and replicated within the thousands of high-rise concrete slabs across the country. If you came closer, small things might start to distinguish this neighborhood from the next-you might notice the exercise corner outfitted with new, granulated rubber flooring that stunk under the noonday sun, or realize the HDB flats had gone from blue to beige in the latest five-year paint cycle. But no matter how individual elements blinked in and out of existence, the overall physical character of the neighborhood stayed the same. In the afternoons, the streets would flood with students released from nearby schools, rushing to various enrichment centers or back to their homes and desks, weaving in their oblivious, rowdy manner around the implements of the neighborhood, among which I counted myself. Perhaps their pace picked up a little as they hurried past me, but they never looked up and into my face. I didn't mind. It had taken me a long time to get to this point, to be able to exist unscrutinized and uninterfered with. To lift the lid of the neighborhood and look more closely at the ordinary lives swarming the earth like ants, to come close to the churning infernos of their minds, would be to realize that the nutty auntie squatting by the drain and tenderly shampooing the roots of a plant she was propagating remained constantly surprised to find herself aged, would be to realize that within the humming fish ball uncle lived the suppressed spirit of an operatic tenor weeping for the stage. How vast the legion of unrealized, contradictory, impractical ghosts crammed within each mortal body was. How it scalded one to look so closely. It was too much. Just thinking about it was enough to make me cry.