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Saw this at Ngee Ann City the other day. Sony has so lost the game.
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Saw this at Ngee Ann City the other day. Sony has so lost the game.
To the one person who thought I’d be a better travel partner on Facebook’s “Compare People” application, I don’t know who my competition was but I propose that you are terribly mistaken. I am awful. I whine a lot, am in constant discomfort, and am paranoid about being judged as a stupid tourist by the locals. Unless we’re going to Japan. Then, I am only an annoying shopper who wants to go into every store, eat everything in sight, and who is paranoid about being judged as a stupid tourist by the locals. Yes, I see your point about some of that behavior contributing to the problem.

Last night, I discovered DealExtreme.com, one of the most amazing online shopping experiences I’ve had in recent memory. Like Play-Asia.com, it offers free worldwide shipping on every item bought. Even for tiny little $1.99 impulse buys.
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My absolute favorite breakfast in the world is actually a combination of every great breakfast food, detailed in this wikipedia entry: The Full Breakfast (also known as a Full English/Irish/Scottish Breakfast or Fry Up). There’s an interesting related article on Bacon & Eggs which was apparently popularized in 1920s America by Edward Bernays, who seems to have been a god in the PR world. He sold bacon by surveying 5000 physicians in support of his claim that a hearty breakfast was good for health.
For the first time in 5 years, this blog has a new look and dominant color. I liked the old yellow a lot, but it was probably time. I think I’ll call this color “red fruit”.

After putting yesterday’s pile together, I discovered another cupboard of books today (as well as my long-lost stash of empty notebooks). So here are some more that need reading. One of the Dickens books was actually the property of an ex-girlfriend, and it even has handwritten notes and highlighted lines. That was quite a stunning moment, because I don’t think I have anything else left of her. Last I heard, she had a book published, so maybe I should get a copy of that for the pile.

This is a near-complete representation of every book of fiction that I’ve purchased or undertaken in the last few years, but never got around to. In some cases, I stopped halfway and never finished. You know how hard it is to come back to those: making your way back through half-remembered bits just feels like a waste of time. And you can’t just jump back in to where you last were either, so the books end up sitting there, making you feel miserable. Maybe a bit like a hated spouse who has to be killed off, but in this case it’s all your fault. You were the one who left. “Murderer”, her dead eyes glare at you.