<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38894687</id><updated>2011-08-30T13:24:10.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of asses of masses.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38894687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mr. labu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14737223652577272659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38894687.post-614313635004587536</id><published>2009-02-26T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T02:09:12.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of The King. NOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Testing 1,2,3,3,2,1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Houston, we have touchdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38894687-614313635004587536?l=hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com/feeds/614313635004587536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38894687&amp;postID=614313635004587536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38894687/posts/default/614313635004587536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38894687/posts/default/614313635004587536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com/2009/02/return-of-king-not.html' title='Return of The King. NOT.'/><author><name>mr. labu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14737223652577272659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38894687.post-5030093384552560873</id><published>2008-03-23T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:20:41.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll just bite my tongue and look away.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I suppose that's the price you pay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh it isn't what it was,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's thinking he looks different today,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And oh there's nothing left to guess now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was the usual eat cum slack cum talk crap outing, as per norm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to think back, its been 3  years since we all got to know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the very first day being the course orientation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fast forward till today, its still the same old us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the only difference is that unlike the first time we met,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we have finished the path where we were walking along together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meaning, in the near future, we will all set on our own journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that is, inclusive of myself as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so as i was sitting with the guys, while listening to buble's home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i asked myself. what do people live for in this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it to drive a big luxurious car, and live in a big home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or is it to bring home just enough to feed themself and the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do the people live to give back to the society and help the community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or do the people live just focused on things that is for their best interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do they live to make a difference in their lifetime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or do they just live their life silently, without notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do people live to pursue what they truly belief in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or do people live just accepting whatever that life brings them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, what do people seek in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;these questions, for a moment there, clouded my mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perhaps i should be asking these questions now, or should i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after all, i have to 'waste' away 2 years of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and until then, i can't do much about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all i can do now is just layout the plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just like how i now plan to spend the days before being enlisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that is, i intend to enjoy those days and do the things that i doubt i will be able to when i'm already in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for starters, it would be the impromptu trip to malacca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks to kevinballs' ingenious idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even though its just a 1 night affair, i'd settle for that than none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who know's there's other trips in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also, im gonna work hard as well to earn the dough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;likewise, im gonna party hard as well. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okbyeearthlings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;making coffee, still for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;hoi polloi&lt;/strong&gt; is still in my sights.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38894687-2580840624713223061?l=hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38894687.post-5310765479227246280</id><published>2007-04-02T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:54:46.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as of today, 2nd april 2007, he turns 39!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the buddy who's been with me for 6 years and counting now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he never fails to crack me up with his old antics,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though he can get annoying at times with his not-so-intelligent actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but you know its just him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, Adrian Albert Mole, i wish you the best in life and the things that you pursue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy 39th birthday, fictitious pal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i woke up sobbing and with tears in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38894687-5310765479227246280?l=hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com/feeds/5310765479227246280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38894687&amp;postID=5310765479227246280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38894687/posts/default/5310765479227246280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38894687/posts/default/5310765479227246280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-of-today-2nd-april-2007-he-turns-39.html' title='just a little bit'/><author><name>mr. labu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14737223652577272659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38894687.post-8611176661456666694</id><published>2007-04-01T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:30:28.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was looking through the trailers for the upcoming movies on yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;i chanced upon this picture of a movie with adam sandler on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rkWjzMFwL4/Rg9dOMu3pEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4340d7rXgy4/s1600-h/reign2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048356205822977090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rkWjzMFwL4/Rg9dOMu3pEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4340d7rXgy4/s400/reign2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this was so unlike the usual adam sandler image that he carried.&lt;br /&gt;the movie detail seemed rather interesting and i continued with the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;and boy, i must say, the trailer itself is really moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hv&amp;id=1809424572&amp;amp;cf=info"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reign Over Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story revolves around 2 old friends that turned out they need each other.&lt;br /&gt;that is a very true reflection of life by itself.&lt;br /&gt;for myself, the very least.&lt;br /&gt;i have to say as for myself, i do need a good dosage of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i remember during my anti-social days, i didn't have a large circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;that didn't matter for me though, as 1 very good friend would suffice.&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, we were like twins.(not visually really. he is big. very big)&lt;br /&gt;we did all sorts of things together.&lt;br /&gt;movies, the occasional underaged pool session(not yet 16 then),&lt;br /&gt;lan gaming, the arcade, the table tennis sessions(im very good at it),&lt;br /&gt;the food hunting, the stay overs, the badminton sessions,&lt;br /&gt;the occasional chinese chess and carrom(correct or not huh?) sessions&lt;br /&gt;and even our own personal jokes.&lt;br /&gt;we grew up together, from primary school up to our teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;so much so that he knows almost everything during my growing up years.&lt;br /&gt;its pleasant to look back and reminisce bout the good old days that i had.&lt;br /&gt;especially when its filled with so colorful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;back to the topic of having friends, i believe i am now blessed with a healthy number of them.&lt;br /&gt;many of whom i can rely on and turn to in times of need.&lt;br /&gt;and even though some do tend get on my nerves at times, thats just the nature of things i guess.&lt;br /&gt;cause i myself have my fair share as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, i must say, i had a great time yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;right from the start that i met up with the nyonya till the time i reach home.&lt;br /&gt;the company i had was just fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to viv on her trip to europe and sharing my own experience brought back wonderful memories of my own trip.&lt;br /&gt;i shan't go into details of my own trip(not now that is).&lt;br /&gt;but when u go to rome, venice, barcelona, and half of france, u truly have a story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;and boy was i all ears yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;how i dream of having such trip in my lifetime, but thinking of the total amount spent already made my stomach queasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boogeying last night was very much fun as well.&lt;br /&gt;even though it was the first time that the bunch even met, let alone go boogey, i must say we clicked quite well.&lt;br /&gt;i dun mind doing it again! nyehahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the record, i got behind the wheels of an automatic car.&lt;br /&gt;it felt awkward at first without the clutch and the use of the shift stick.&lt;br /&gt;but i managed to grasp hold of it after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was a wonderful weekend for me.&lt;br /&gt;how bout yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how lucky some people are, born with a silver spoon in their mouth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now he's driving a gallardo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38894687-8611176661456666694?l=hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com/feeds/8611176661456666694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38894687.post-3052628531669434330</id><published>2007-03-26T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:22:42.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hola. for something very random,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i saw 5 rx8s on the road coming back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;does that make them really affordable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or am i just talking crap? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the latter definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i rung up the cmpb enlistment hotline in the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoping that they would shed some light on my enlistment date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thankfully, im not enlisted. not anytime soon. yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the next enlistment would be in June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so as for now, i have to keep working my ass off to make the desired holiday for myself a reality.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but how do i save up when i have to spend so much on fines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;within a week, i had to fork out 85 bucks just for parking fines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to think about it, it is rather ridiculous to give away money so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its even more ridiculous, of the manner in which i was fined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on both occasions, for the fine on the car, the carpark was empty. almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there were 3, or at most 5 cars at the point of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and both the carparks were at a rather secluded area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess 'secluded area' does not exist in the parking attendent's dictionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;neither does it exist for the goverment as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and as for the fine on the bike, it was as though the parking attendant had already eyed to fine it beforehand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i only left the bike for about half and hour and was greeted with a fine worth 25bucks when i returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the irony was that i parked the bike at my own parking lot and had valid parking coupon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but because it wasn't in the slot but parked by the side of the road i was punished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;talk about being unfairly treated. bleargh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with that, im no longer a virgin to fines for the bike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after a year plus plus with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last saturday was the graduation night dinner and dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just one word to sum out that very night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;absofuckenlutelyfantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fun and enjoyment was more of the theme of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i had barrels of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too bad i only got runner up for the best dressed contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(but it was more of the best pole dancer =/ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheers for the organizers. (i was suppose to help out. but being the busy guy i am, i didn't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even more cheers for the fellow mates who joined in the after party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pianto, lon siew, apiss and yeo's. u guys are quite a kaki lah. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so everything's going smoothly for me as for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;looking forward to receive my hard earn dough (and to see it slip out of my hands so so easily).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and also the yet-to-confirm farbucks chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lastly, not forgetting, the birthday of my beloved old friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;adrian albert mole. he turns 39 on 2nd april.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bye earthlings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38894687-3052628531669434330?l=hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com/feeds/3052628531669434330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38894687&amp;postID=3052628531669434330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38894687/posts/default/3052628531669434330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38894687/posts/default/3052628531669434330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com/2007/03/hola.html' title=''/><author><name>mr. labu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14737223652577272659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38894687.post-1616973621781343563</id><published>2007-03-19T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T23:41:52.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahpek, yishun please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was driving back home in the morning just now and&lt;br /&gt;the djs from power 98 were discussing on drivers on the road.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't agree more to their final conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;that is (pardon me but seriously, im not being sexist) female drivers are horrible drivers!&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i've ever mentioned it in crappyshit before.&lt;br /&gt;it seems that i can't emphasize it more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for every reckless car being driven on the road,&lt;br /&gt;2/3 of the time, it belongs the hands of a female driver.&lt;br /&gt;well, the remaining 1/3 of the time, are the male drivers.&lt;br /&gt;here are the specific categories of drivers who, by my very own opinion,&lt;br /&gt;are deemeed reckless drivers.&lt;br /&gt;a) some kid who just got his license.&lt;br /&gt;b) some guy driving a 3litres(or more) sportscar and utilising every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;c) the rich old ahpek driving his S500 or a 7-series beemer.&lt;br /&gt;d) the alonso and massa wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;e) the general population of the female drivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;f) anyone on the phone while driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;however, the most reckless driver on the road ever, has got to be taxi drivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they are, hands down, the most cursed at drivers among all road users.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;personally, i feel that their driving is so bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it doesn't make any difference if you throw a person without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;any driving license behind the wheels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause in reality, their driving is that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its as good as they are not being educated about road safety at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;their ignorance is just intolerable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it seems that most (when i say most, i consider more than 90%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of these taxi drivers have certain weird ways of seeing/reading things(in blue).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;amber/blinking green light =&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; its still ok to go. just beat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;90km/h = &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;its just a number. doesn't mean anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lane markings = &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dotted lines on the road. doesn't mean anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;signal lights = &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;redundant feature. not much importance. don't have to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people flagging for a cab by the road = &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONEY.&lt;/strong&gt; get to the side of the road before any other cab does at &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; cost. even by means of dangering and risking other people's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;motorcylist = &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;make their life as difficult as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;these are how taxi drivers view things, in my own perception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;road issues aside, let's get on to different things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a lighter note, my run of watching good movies have been extended to 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stomp the Yard, being the final addition, after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Pursuit of Happyness, Letters From Iwo Jima and 300.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was bracing myself for a letdown before the show started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(just like how Step Up did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;however, stomp the yard managed to twist around the typical storyline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and because of that, it simply made the movie a better one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with that, i hope to continue the run of watching good movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that means choosing the upcoming movies to watch wisely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38894687-1616973621781343563?l=hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com/feeds/1616973621781343563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38894687&amp;postID=1616973621781343563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38894687/posts/default/1616973621781343563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38894687/posts/default/1616973621781343563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-driving-back-home-in-morning-just.html' title='ahpek, yishun please.'/><author><name>mr. labu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14737223652577272659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38894687.post-117389003235228853</id><published>2007-03-15T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T02:12:09.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the first post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the case of having alot, yet, at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;having none at all. how ironic, yes?&lt;br /&gt;thats the reality of things. so like it or not, it'll remain likewise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is where the melodramatic mumbo jumbo ends.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;its been awhile since i abandoned the previous blog (read, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://somecrappyshit.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crappyshit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;ive decided to jump into the blogging bandwagon once more.&lt;br /&gt;this time round, i'll try to type juicier and more entertaining posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current status - still alive(not quite kicking though)&lt;br /&gt;been busy with mainly work and nyonya.&lt;br /&gt;yes. the pathetic, lowly, underpaid work.&lt;br /&gt;but since that's the only way to bring in the dough,&lt;br /&gt;then somebody's got to the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that apart, here is the list of some of the things i wish i could do.(note, wish)&lt;br /&gt;1. go for a holiday before &lt;strong&gt;the &lt;/strong&gt;letter arrives.&lt;br /&gt;2. go for a part time marketing course.(which i hope i could finish before &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; letter arrives. of which is virtually impossible)&lt;br /&gt;3. read a whole pile of good humored books.&lt;br /&gt;4. something i can't really recall.&lt;br /&gt;5. go for a holiday before &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; letter arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;next are the list of things i wish i could have.(note, wish)&lt;br /&gt;1. memories of a nice holiday i had gone for.&lt;br /&gt;2. a marketing diploma/certificate.&lt;br /&gt;3. an endless supply of good humored books.&lt;br /&gt;4. tons of cds/dvds to start my own collection with.&lt;br /&gt;5. decent pair of shoe(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wishes will remain as wishes i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not unless i do something to fulfill them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so until any of the wishes becomes a reality,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll just be working this ass of mine off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with that, i shall end the very first entry of this new blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38894687-117389003235228853?l=hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoi-polloi-.blogspot.com/feeds/117389003235228853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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