<?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-49712812380046683</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:56:25.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Poubelle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/49712812380046683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49712812380046683.post-5870240426334464375</id><published>2010-12-27T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T01:28:33.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>them ordinary people.</title><content type='html'>you're rubbing me the wrong way. i wanna get down to business not listen to people talk and talk and talk and nothing gets done. i'd rather get things done than sit around with people talking about how to get things done and don't. don't waste my time. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/49712812380046683-5870240426334464375?l=ma-poubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5870240426334464375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=49712812380046683&amp;postID=5870240426334464375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/49712812380046683/posts/default/5870240426334464375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/49712812380046683/posts/default/5870240426334464375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/them-ordinary-people.html' title='them ordinary people.'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-49712812380046683.post-702573213233061162</id><published>2010-09-25T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T15:04:27.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a bittersweet symphony, this life.</title><content type='html'>there some things in life you can choose. the people you work with is not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what it is but some people like to bring people down even if there is no benefit to anyone at all. i mean sure you get a little hahaha good one but thats it. do you get promoted from it? do you get paid more? you try that too much one day you'll get beaten up. i'm all for fun and jokes, i don't mind being made fun of but if its totally tasteless then seriously, you wonder what that was for and i go huh? funny meh? but they're laughing their ass off and everyone else is like hurhurhur okay whatever. the worse thing is they try again as if nobody heard it the first time. its painful i really feel sorry for people like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a little teeny weeny problem with the police force. actually with ns. that is how people try to scare you and threaten you with promotion. my team ic (whom i have great respect for) gave me feedback on how lazy i've been when doing sentry, which was 100% true. but he says that might affect promotion. honestly, i don't really care about promotion. cos you just get $70 more. seventy. if you one month eat mother cook 7 more meals than usual, thats 70 bucks. why should i care? i earn much more outside. everyday steal $2 from illegal buskers you can get close to 70. the point is, why make such a big deal out of promotion? its nothing. it doesn't scare me. so what you sc/cpl earn peanuts from government? would you rather have a little weight on your shoulders or a lot of weight in your wallet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i hate ORDing personnel who constantly make fun of poor people like me just enlist one. its not cos i'm jealous he gonna ord. but if you think about it, i should be making fun of him cos he's going out there to get raped by the corporate world. plus he serves 2 yearsish, and me too. like i always say, every man has to go through ns. like it or not. nobody is different. it is not a punishment for being born singaporean. just do it and have some pride while you're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus&lt;br /&gt;if you ord earlier than me means you enlist before me, correct?&lt;br /&gt;if you enlist before me means you study less than me prolly only got o or n level cert, right?&lt;br /&gt;if you only got n level o level cert, you ord alr do what? study right?&lt;br /&gt;so by the time i ord we'll be in the same level right?&lt;br /&gt;so you laugh what laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am enjoying my ns life btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, sarahh's departure has hit me quite hard i'll be honest. i swear at the airport after she disappear into the depature hall i suddenly got dirt in my eye. really! i was obviously damn sad la but fear not, i will not plunge into depression anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned to treasure and appreciate everyone around me especially the ones close to my heart. i guess she has been a source of inspiration even after she left. i dun really know how to explain it but i'll try. you know how when you're a kid and you grow up to an adult, the people who see you everyday can't tell how much you've changed as much as someone who was only there when you were a kid and when you're grown up and nowhere in between. yeah i guess i want to make a major change in myself and it'll be uber cool to have someone comeback from a long absence and say "WHOA SINCE WHEN YOU BECOME SO AWESOME?" especially from someone who has been one of my biggest critics in my life haha. yeah you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i am very happy for her cos she get to go englishland university. somewhere i feel i'll never make it to. not that i'll need it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is pursuing their dreams. i've started pursuing mine. and number one on my checklist is A SEKRET HAHA. dun tell you. but i've written it down so when it eventually comes to pass i can show all of you it is because i worked hard for it and it was in my heart from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there really is no dream too big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/49712812380046683-702573213233061162?l=ma-poubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/702573213233061162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=49712812380046683&amp;postID=702573213233061162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/49712812380046683/posts/default/702573213233061162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/49712812380046683/posts/default/702573213233061162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-bittersweet-symphony-this-life.html' title='its a bittersweet symphony, this life.'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-49712812380046683.post-5857962274735559282</id><published>2010-09-01T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:37:41.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>im still getting used to baseguard life. yeah im taking quite a while to adjust. i find people here really weird. but thing is they are the same weird. which makes me the weird one. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they dont eat their veggies. i do.&lt;br /&gt;they love freezing cold temperatures. I dont&lt;br /&gt;they eat meat but not organs. I do&lt;br /&gt;theyre good at PES. im not&lt;br /&gt;theyre not very good at talking to aunties. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but does that mean i gotta conform? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my com is down. So I'm blogging with my phone. Remember I said iPhone can do everything? Haven't been disproved yet. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my com so bad. Its a chore to surf the net without a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya I wanna download movies to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. I feel guilty for turning 小鬼 into a pirate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/49712812380046683-5857962274735559282?l=ma-poubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5857962274735559282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=49712812380046683&amp;postID=5857962274735559282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/49712812380046683/posts/default/5857962274735559282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/49712812380046683/posts/default/5857962274735559282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/weird.html' title='weird'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-49712812380046683.post-8020800974745536930</id><published>2010-08-21T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:01:00.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets procreate</title><content type='html'>ok so here's the story - tuesday, dinner. soul garden. this girl sat in front of me (ish). she reminded me of someone really special and dear to me. look the same, height the same, same voice, same laughter, same dress sense. only different name, age and place of residence (which she gave verbally so it may not be true but whatever i believe her). i spent 3 hours face to face with her. eating. in that amount of time, memories flooded in. yeah it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it made me think. about relationships, dating, marriage. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been in discussions about the topic before. never really been interested in knowing what people had to say. maybe i should start. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the idea that the 'ideal' partner would have to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christian&lt;br /&gt;shorter than me&lt;br /&gt;younger than me&lt;br /&gt;well educated&lt;br /&gt;good family background&lt;br /&gt;able to cook/clean/take care of kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this girl that i was reminded of, here's the thing. she was none of the above. not even one. and yet, i can say i've never felt more loved by any other girl in my life. the story is not important. you wanna know, ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point is - you can have all the criterion you want and still your heart can get attracted by an 'outsider'. its funny but its true. so there's really no point in discussing anything. for me, anyways. you can sit down all day talking about ingredients of a good relationship and end up in the future with the person who had totally different views from you in the very same discussion. so for me, i'll pick any girl and when it is time, we'll get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now marriage. i'm a very traditional person. i believe God meant marriage to be between a man and a woman so they can procreate. yes, make babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some will say "but we can procreate without getting married wud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you a cat? a dog? maybe you super fit, you're a rabbit. no you're not. you're a human being. one human female to one human male. thats how its meant to be. and marriage is to symbolize that this particular couple are for each other and each other only. think of it as birth control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but we have condoms"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;condoms are meant to prevent STDs. maybe i'm the only one who thinks like this but take it this way - STDs exist as a warning to those who want to have multiple sex partners. its not the bad guy. but man had so much desire for sex that we had to invent condoms. so now the STDs' man function is to spoil man's fun. now thats just stupid. we've managed to turn a helpful thing into a party pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but.. but.. b..b."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but your head. a real man knows how to control himself. that means his actions, emotions and hormones. so save it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/49712812380046683-8020800974745536930?l=ma-poubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8020800974745536930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=49712812380046683&amp;postID=8020800974745536930' 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i'm spending way too much money on food. its now only five days after payday and these are my major indulgences so far (not counting the cheap meals)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 aug dinner - zi char $10&lt;br /&gt;14 aug brunch - steak $15&lt;br /&gt;15 aug dinner - ramly burger, seafood pasta, fries $10+&lt;br /&gt;16 aug lunch - sushi $30+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight still got buffet at soul garden. friday ice cream buffet. i'm gonna go broke and grow fat at this rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'll have the tummy of a real policeman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/49712812380046683-4358907564272957678?l=ma-poubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4358907564272957678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-49712812380046683.post-1455056679659917589</id><published>2010-08-10T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:25:15.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my country is cool</title><content type='html'>i like national day. its like fourth of july. only in august. its a good thing its my off day. if not for cell outing i would've spent it sleeping. i also like the day after national day, which is today, the only holiday without a real name. gonna spend it sleeping too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch fireworks last night. somehow i cant appreciate it. to me its just a busload of flying sparklers. it seems like a random selection of patterns to me. cant tell what its supposed to mean or what im supposed to get from it but obviously alot of other people enjoyed it. especially the group of minahs sitting beside me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the mobile column - THAT i can appreciate. didn't see much of it though. only the front few army vehicles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;army vehicles are boring. they only come in one color. its a hopeful attempt to make the enemy think "its alright guys, its just a rock that looks like a tank". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, payday is in a few days time. ive come up with some things i confirm buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hail the villian cd&lt;br /&gt;bullet for my valentine &lt;a href="http://www.getupmerch.com/productimage.php?product_id=103"&gt;shirt&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.getupmerch.com"&gt;getupmerch&lt;/a&gt; (yes i am finally buying my own shirt)&lt;br /&gt;a nice birthday present for aikhong (late. but whatever. she won't know cos she's away till sept. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;a new shaver (bloody thing broke just now)&lt;br /&gt;multi ink pen for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the money i will save for my wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me of the time in connectcell we talked about marriage. awkward. i have alot to say about it. it deserves a post of its own. next time luhhh. i lazy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy dayafternationalday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/49712812380046683-1455056679659917589?l=ma-poubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1455056679659917589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=49712812380046683&amp;postID=1455056679659917589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/49712812380046683/posts/default/1455056679659917589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/49712812380046683/posts/default/1455056679659917589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-country-is-cool.html' title='my country is cool'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-49712812380046683.post-485119858082415958</id><published>2010-08-04T14:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T14:52:48.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i ride alone</title><content type='html'>one of my seniors suggested to me riding bicycle to camp every shift. citing its cons of free transport, much needed exercise that we baseguards severely lack and that i don't live in faraway lalaland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking about it. and the more i do the more i think i should do it. with added bonuses that i don't have to get a lock cos i can park it in team quarters if i'm not riding home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my age old nemesis has hit me again. i am so friggin' lazy to get my ass on that bike. if only there was free transport on this little island just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we're on the subject of free transport -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the skytrain. i really do. i don't know what got me into taking it over and over again when i was a kid. skytrain sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;golf. tango. hotel. skytrain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/49712812380046683-485119858082415958?l=ma-poubelle.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-49712812380046683.post-6910093237286776150</id><published>2010-08-01T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:40:47.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a dream</title><content type='html'>it seems everyone around me are chasing their dreams, even having them come true. people are going overseas to study, having dream jobs, travelling, going for holidays planned when they were kids. even my best friend is departing for a world tour alone in a few days time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me think for a little bit - what happened to my childhood dreams? the answer - i had none. at least not one that is remotely achievable. i dreamt of becoming an arsenal player. i'm 21. pedo wenger won't even look at me. i dreamt of becoming a rock star, a fomula one driver, a pro gamer. but i suck at every one of them. i guess the only thing that came true was when i was a little kid i wanted to be a police officer. but i am one now not by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what i wanna do right here right now is simply have a dream i can chase. i've thought about it long and hard. it has to be achievable and it must be something i confirm will enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i love cars. fast cars. expensive cars. but i got no money. secondly, i love to travel. the further the better. i've always wanted to go to italy. maranello to be exact. third, i love to take risks. i love the feeling when you know there is a possibility you'll never make it back home. i get a real kick out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the solution - buy a one way plane ticket to europe or wherever, bring nothing but the essentials. get a job. get a car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;join gumball 3000. fyi, gumball is an 3000 mile annual road rally round the world that is like a huge road trip. usually it features exotic and expensive cars. but there are noob cars as well. the 2010 rally went from london to new york. yes. by road. and yes. this is my dream. to complete 3000 miles around the world. in a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember i only got a one way ticket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the rally i gotta work to buy a ticket back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now thats an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/49712812380046683-6910093237286776150?l=ma-poubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6910093237286776150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=49712812380046683&amp;postID=6910093237286776150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/49712812380046683/posts/default/6910093237286776150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/49712812380046683/posts/default/6910093237286776150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-dream.html' title='i have a dream'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-49712812380046683.post-6123316926267491591</id><published>2010-07-30T05:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T05:46:00.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile.</title><content type='html'>everyone knows i don't always brush my teeth. i don't deny it. but it doesn't mean i never brush. thats cos sometimes i don't see why i should spend five minutes of my time looking good when i don't have to. i have some basic rules just to make sure i do brush at the right times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't brush when-&lt;br /&gt;not going out&lt;br /&gt;going to work (in a bad mood)&lt;br /&gt;going out with guys&lt;br /&gt;going out with boyish girls&lt;br /&gt;going out with ugly people&lt;br /&gt;going out with parents&lt;br /&gt;going out alone&lt;br /&gt;going to watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;going to dark places&lt;br /&gt;going out wearing a mask&lt;br /&gt;going out with people who don't brush teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brush when going out-&lt;br /&gt;to work (in a good mood)&lt;br /&gt;with people i haven't seen in a long time&lt;br /&gt;with people i never seen before&lt;br /&gt;with sarah&lt;br /&gt;with aik ang&lt;br /&gt;with aik hong&lt;br /&gt;with kester&lt;br /&gt;with chiobu&lt;br /&gt;on girlfriend's birthday&lt;br /&gt;on wife's birthday&lt;br /&gt;for job interview&lt;br /&gt;knowing there will be cameras present&lt;br /&gt;to the dentist&lt;br /&gt;to the doctor (except if i have diarrhea. then other areas will need more attention)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case where brush and don't brush clash(eg. going to watch a movie with a dentist who doesn't brush teeth wearing a mask on wife's birthday), brush always win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news is, recently i find myself brushing my teeth more often than not. so smile :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/49712812380046683-6123316926267491591?l=ma-poubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6123316926267491591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=49712812380046683&amp;postID=6123316926267491591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/49712812380046683/posts/default/6123316926267491591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/49712812380046683/posts/default/6123316926267491591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/smile.html' title='smile.'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-49712812380046683.post-5124516773791924526</id><published>2010-07-28T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T03:21:03.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mom says the darnest things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;mom: are you working tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;me: nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;are you off tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt; (yeah. wth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;uh. ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;so you eating dinner?&lt;/span&gt; (she meant at home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;yup. outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;whole day uh?&lt;/span&gt; (she meant going out. but i am such an ass. couldn't resist.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;no. i eating dinner at night only. daytime meal is called lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;so what time you going out for dinner?&lt;/span&gt; (same thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;dinnertime lor i guess. then morning meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;how i know. you always wake up late one.&lt;/span&gt; (WHAT?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah she pulled one out of thin air. at this point, the wisest thing to do is to shut up, resist the urge to understand what she just said and just create this awkward moment. then she simply leaves my room. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/49712812380046683-5124516773791924526?l=ma-poubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5124516773791924526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=49712812380046683&amp;postID=5124516773791924526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/49712812380046683/posts/default/5124516773791924526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/49712812380046683/posts/default/5124516773791924526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/moms-say-darnest-things.html' title='mom says the darnest things.'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-49712812380046683.post-6065504086534100471</id><published>2010-07-27T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T02:34:58.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eleven colon eleven</title><content type='html'>i've been quite curious about this 11:11 thing for quite a while. but i only just bothered to figure out whats that its about. at first it seems real good, giving people encouragement and stuff. i'm not sure how many people i know subscribe to this or how many even know how this has come about and how it is what it is now but i see alot of people talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read it &lt;a href="http://1111spiritguardians.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i wanna say i do encounter this alot. especially at work. but. the thing is. i look at the clock all the time. so it doesn't hit me like a brick when it happens. i just go "ey cool". now throw in the claim that there's 1,111 spiritual beings involved, it sounds like a really elaborate april fool's prank gone terribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, this george guy receives spiritual guidance from these 1,111 beings during these seemingly coincidental times. its been going on for 60 years. he records it down and somehow ends up in your inbox. he claims that everyone can receive this guidance from these beings through a "fragment of god" that exists in every human being. and they have "proof" for all these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, personally, am very skeptical. not because i don't believe in spiritual stuff. i am a christian. i am proud of it. and i believe there is only one way to God's heart and that is Jesus Christ the Saviour who died for the sins of the world, defeated the devil and rose again. and the Holy Spirit guides us. not 1,111 spirits floating around watching you cos heaven too crowded so not enough harps to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this stuff is really preachy and churchy. it does have a 'feel good' message. only that it came from an 'angel' you never knew existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the proof? i think if you can prove the existence of God, you're on the wrong channel. cos the point of faith is believing in something that cannot be proven. if God wanted to prove that he exists, He could just appear. then faith would be redundant. i know God exists because He has worked in my life. only that he doesn't have to show me what time it is cos He is working everywhere and everytime. and even though this thing claims to be from "the almighty god", i know the Word of God says never to use the name of the Lord your God in vain. even if its a good encouraging statement. if its not really from God, don't say its from Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but feel alot of people are in danger of falling into this. even fellow christians. its easy to wait for an email, read, feel shiok then read the next one because it feels shiok. the devil is smart. he works subtly, warping the truth slowly. and then one day you will doubt the Truth, that is the Word of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best explanation for this phenomenon being more common nowadays is this - the earth's population is growing. so the chances of it happening also rises with it. the introduction of digital clocks and watches also makes it easier to tell the time. new technology in portable devices also allow people to record these experiences down wherever they are on the spot. don't you think thats enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so next time, if you see a nice number on the clock, its not because a thousand spirits are asking you to buy 4d. but its because that really is just the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/49712812380046683-6065504086534100471?l=ma-poubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6065504086534100471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=49712812380046683&amp;postID=6065504086534100471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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i'll work on that once i re-learn html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tagboard or whatever you call it nowadays. i don't really care what anybody thinks about what i put here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no whatever visitor counter or that sort of lao sai. again, cos i don't care. if you come here, read my stuff and go away feeling shiok, uplifted, entertained, enlightened, encouraged, empowered or blessed in any other way, then i consider it a success. i don't necessarily need to know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're new to the way i blog, i type like how i talk. and i talk like how i type. please mind my language - i speak singlish. alot. and i like to talk in lowercase. i only give God a capital first letter.  I THINK TALKING LIKE THIS QUITE INTIMIDATING DON'T YOU THINK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like to link people cos you buggers out there always change here change there. i damn lazy update one. but if you die die want me to link then just tell me. i won't turn you down. at most i say okay but dun link. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/49712812380046683-1672394612378517574?l=ma-poubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1672394612378517574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=49712812380046683&amp;postID=1672394612378517574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/49712812380046683/posts/default/1672394612378517574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/49712812380046683/posts/default/1672394612378517574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back.'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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></feed>
