tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-100269832024-03-08T16:52:09.432+08:00Romanticizing years agopeiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.comBlogger353125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-46603564652755489812009-01-31T11:45:00.003+08:002009-01-31T12:35:01.193+08:00ProustIf you've read/followed Vanity Fair - they do the Proust Questionnaire with noteworthy persons as a last page thing. Well, the questionnaire has its origins in a parlour game popularised (though not devised) by Marcel Proust (1871–1922), the French essayist and novelist, who believed that, in answering these questions, an individual reveals his or her true nature (paragraph lifted from Vanity peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-75818303912280514652008-08-23T16:59:00.001+08:002008-08-23T17:01:06.707+08:00Saturday mornings - perfect time for over-priced brunch in the city.peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-47753213976328372952008-08-16T18:29:00.004+08:002008-08-16T18:36:58.129+08:00This bird has flownOn board the Singapore Flyer.Wouldn't want to go on it again if I can help it. Having grown up with the local skyline, the Flyer didn't score highly on excitement - or anything else, to be honest. I guess it's nice in activity-scarce Singapore, vis-a-vis movies or trying out another restaurant. Go only if you manage to score free entry - like I did.peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-7462823359145012842008-08-09T15:43:00.003+08:002008-08-09T15:53:19.532+08:00Happy 43rdI skipped my usual hot and hatha classes today to take a walk through the Southern Ridges, starting from Hort Park. Will let the pictures do the talking. And Happy National Day folks. Here's some trivial for you: This 43rd anniversary also marks 10 years since my National Day participation! Also, don't forget to watch your tax dollars burst away amongst the celebration's grand fireworks ;P(peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-61228246634993478692008-01-26T10:21:00.000+08:002013-07-02T17:50:52.512+08:00Rounding upEveryone does their top 10s to round up their end-of-year posts. I'm gonna do a meme I grabbed off Boss's blog. Who cares that it's already end January. It's a good swan song for my blog.1) Where did you ring in 2008? I think I was asleep.2) What was your status on Valentine’s Day? Divorced.3) Were you in school (anytime this year)? Final year at ECU.4) How did you earn your keep? Waitress at peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-59897391588159158682007-11-16T22:54:00.001+08:002007-11-16T23:00:51.920+08:00Exit stage rightAs a parting word of wisdom: Apparently, a woman is like a tea bag, you only know how strong she is when you put her in hot water.peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-67607905822912663302007-11-08T11:25:00.000+08:002007-11-08T11:37:33.169+08:00IncredulityToday is Deepavali across the globe. India seemed to have already launched full scale celebrations yesterday seeing as all my emails have been ignored by our India office. I'm so totally taking back my "Happy Diwali" greeting.My sister's boss is having a meeting today. A meeting on a public holiday. What ever happened to respecting your employees? It's not like it's an event like a public peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-44830513350663060802007-11-04T14:12:00.001+08:002007-11-04T14:26:46.521+08:00Dear SirYou work at Sumitomo Mutsui Banking Corporation. You take the train every morning at 8.20am. You don gold rimmed glasses, wear a tie, you carry a knapsack. Last friday, you wore a white oxford shirt with brown chinos.Please tell me why, on that very day on 2nd Nov, you were digging your nose in full view of public (read: me) for a good two minutes. Your behaviour was appalling. You knew I was peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-71757946389321670322007-10-20T19:03:00.000+08:002007-10-20T19:11:28.439+08:00Straight from the horse's mouthI was hanging out in my kitchen near to dinner-cooking time when my mother started to gut these two fishes right in front of me. Never mind how bizarre the situation seemed. Mum started to pry what I could only guess was fish brains from the two little thingamajigs soon to be hailed dinner. I wanted to ascertain they were, indeed, fish brains so I posed the question to the chef herself:"Are thosepeiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-53762677132264105992007-10-16T22:13:00.000+08:002008-01-21T23:36:45.166+08:00Hey Lust, Caution is a must watch. When a movie is either directed by Lee Ang or starring Tony Leung, you just cannot miss out. Lust, Caution is the deadly combination of a remarkable director and an excellent actor so what are you waiting for? I'll give anything to get my hands on the uncensored version.Now for the boring bit. I can't believe Gapminder kept me occupied at work for an hour, at leastpeiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-55514081824677245042007-10-06T10:56:00.000+08:002007-10-06T11:44:11.660+08:00Believing in whiteYeah, well, pretty much what I think about youths who consider good art = censored works (See highlighted portion of article) and pride parades. Yes, pride parades are good for entertainment and cultural understanding, but for pride? Now that's just superfluous. Do you see straight people around the world put on parades to celebrate being straight?There is nothing to be proud about one's sexual peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-5725380172766944502007-10-04T21:44:00.000+08:002007-10-04T21:55:04.073+08:00Yes, you had me at hello, but I'm gonna have to take that seatMen don't stand a chance when a seat on the train frees up. The women just look at each other and go "You want? Don't want? OK I take" while blatantly ignoring the men present. It's not that we don't acknowledge their existence, it's just that we think they are still capable of standing for their entire journey even though everyone's tired at the end of the day. I am also inclined to think "Walaupeiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-1043333276288254082007-10-02T22:16:00.000+08:002007-10-02T22:43:25.678+08:00Living up to its nameI actually watched the President's Star Charity over the weekend. How could I miss it when they promised performances from many a good musical? Despite it still looking like a celebrity beg show ("Call now! Call now! 1900 112 8821!!!"), at least they had a fresh concept this year. Notice I said "fresh", not "good".Like what was MediaCorp thinking putting Olinda and Taufik together for that High peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-12160969420874722542007-09-29T10:22:00.001+08:002007-09-29T10:26:14.443+08:00Honey, it's not you, it's me, but...peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-20827882419500582082007-09-27T00:39:00.000+08:002007-09-27T00:58:02.058+08:00One for the timelineI just got back from four days in Western Australia and a really quick stopover in Perth for my convocation. Now I really have no excuse to go on studying unless A) I win the lottery, B) Company-sponsored self-development, or C) I have too much $$.Initial thoughts and observations: I started out pretty keen on this trip. Reasons being my great love for all things Perth- except the food, and I peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-63865931922689363642007-09-20T00:01:00.001+08:002007-09-20T00:44:40.447+08:00Coming outI really can't afford to spend more time than I already am on facebook. Seriously, it is taking up a huge percentage of my Internet hours. Friendster is just too embarrassing for me. I am way too cool for Friendster and if I log in, my profile will then say something akin to "Last login: 1 hour", proclaiming to the entire Friendster community I am some sort of desperate nutcase obstinately stuck peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-63905768082241025892007-09-11T22:45:00.000+08:002007-09-11T23:19:58.283+08:00Plug Doing my PR bit for this new mag by the creators of Lexean. All I know about Lexean is that it's a bi-monthly that was released during the time I was away and thus not keeping tabs on local media. Anyways! Project Smitten looks fantastic. When FiRST (the movie monthly) was released, it just totally sucked - glaring spelling mistakes all over. Nice job Royston Loh. And I'll have you know I do peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-59212403555350830642007-09-01T09:21:00.000+08:002007-09-01T09:24:44.971+08:00People searchWhere is everyone now? I didn't manage to grab every 4sixer's photo then, but looking back sure is amusing!peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-31966885692329755682007-08-28T23:23:00.000+08:002007-09-08T21:16:38.027+08:00Passing it onWhen I was about 8 and we had just moved to our new apartment, the notion of taking the lift was introduced. Previously we were located a mere three storeys up so under parental rule, we had to take the stairs.Anyways the new flat was on the eighth floor and we took the elevator everytime. Mum taught me to ask "Which floor?" to all the neighbours riding with us and, even though it might be hard peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-90725719623817330502007-08-18T12:32:00.000+08:002007-08-18T13:13:45.069+08:00Return of the monthliesIf only boyfriends could be as faithful as my period.Speaking of which, you girls know how your hormones act up when your crimson tide is rolling in? The dreaded period before the actual period where you drive everyone within a hundred mile radius absolutely nuts, not to mention embarrassingly emotional at the slightest thing. Like killing ants by mistake. Maybe ants are a bit of a stretch but peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-51628615812700921592007-08-07T21:36:00.000+08:002007-09-08T21:15:42.235+08:00I so can't stand corporate emails. It is just too subservient. Not to mention long-winded, overly-polite, and so 1960s, y'know?It's that typical mistake everyone makes: using language that is much too official even for daily use and using too many words. Though nothing beats this one MAJOR ASS-KISSING ACTION:"thanks very much for your time over the phone, and for how welcoming and encouraging youpeiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-34412721945392577602007-07-28T15:43:00.000+08:002007-07-28T16:18:09.369+08:00RantHurrah to one-word titles. Saves me heaps of time thinking of clever euphemisms.I had a job interview circa two weeks ago, and I figured now might be a save time to blog about it. Objectively, two weeks might also be presented as an appropriate amount of cooling-off period so I do not look like I am ranting my brains out. Of course, what is my blog but for me to spew mindless tirades, so I'll peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-67965437307114247412007-07-22T18:29:00.000+08:002007-07-28T15:42:29.918+08:00Nation branding 101Simon Anholt (nation branding guru) would be proud that our little red dot has managed to create this concept of the Singapore island and then pursue it remorselessly.In the 1990s, Graham Thomas (then CEO of Saatchi & Saatchi) promoted Singapore ruthlessly- whether through tourism, the Singapore Girl, or economic interests. Now in the 21st century, it's reassuring to know that our efforts in peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-62016033051651869622007-07-09T20:59:00.000+08:002007-07-10T11:15:11.620+08:00A sign that God really listensSteve Jobs (God, according to Popagandhi) has finally given us Safari in Windows! As much of a Mac fan I am, Windows is still my OS du jour. Windows XP, not Vista, if I could just make that clear to you. I might convert to Apple in future, but I've had two opportunities in the past 4 years and I have stuck to Windows without much regret. So, sorry Steve. But I am loving the fact that you have peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10026983.post-6650521827256895252007-06-14T17:53:00.000+08:002007-06-14T18:56:13.464+08:00FuckedHad the first of my finals today. Was alright, I think, but that's not the point. See, I'm not usually one to believe in signs, but today just might be the day to start.I was turning out on to the main road when, I reckon, I rather abruptly cut the path of a bike messenger. How did I know? Because all of a sudden there was aforementioned bike messenger in my rear-view mirror and he was yelling "peiwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16845138605376075032noreply@blogger.com0