<?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-7474543466878676452</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:49:38.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rantings, ravings, ramblin' &amp; bitchin'</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipohwalla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474543466878676452/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipohwalla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959219462771600685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGLF2XjfPEY/SWeLJnFyYPI/AAAAAAAAASE/sHYolKwGpqg/S220/IMG_7131.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7474543466878676452.post-6650069992746738379</id><published>2009-01-02T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:54:18.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a fucking new year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And no I'm not referring to the anatomical experiences caused by the excess of alcohol inducing lack of judgement.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Funny ain't it? Everyone expects a scrooge at Christmas, but never a downer on new years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well lots of things have been happening past few days, and seems to be adding up to the irritation and rumblings beneath the (hopefully) peaceful exterior display on my part. Somehow, something happened today that has pissed me off (as if that's something new), which incidentally I'm not gonna bitch about. Nope. What i am going to contribute via verbal diarrhea  is the theme of what pisses me off. Politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Y? u ask, and you should. Well I'm not just referring to the type that rules this nation, or the small part of land that I live and work in. It's all kind of politics. Fucked is an expression i can only use so many times, and yet it just doesn't show how i really feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Family politics, work-place politics and even politics-politics leaves me speechless at times. (the other times include me pulling out my hair, scratching my head, gouging out my eyes, etc .. you get the drift). But really, is it REALLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;THAT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;difficult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Families talk , but don't say anything, but also everything. Relatives ask and query but end up accusing. Can't anyone just live by living anymore? Friends get hurt when you don't call, but when was the last they picked up the phone? Colleagues do, but then don't like it when it's done to them. Peers act and yet feel you shouldn't be affected by these actions, when they would? So? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And the elected ones? how have the messed up 2008? where do I start, and if i do where can i end? world economics is in shambles, and yet these fellows are more interested in racial and money politics? they encourage freedom of speech and individuality, but cannot guarantee your freedom after speech (took that line from a hero of mine), unless of course, your speeches are pro-them? they spent hundreds of millions buying submarines and sending up a space tourist instead of getting basic integrated public transport and public facilities in proper working order? why build the world's tallest twin towers when the people have no sense of lining up? why? why have international level sport meets when the grassroots themselves are failing? why comment and throw opinions on every world crisis and terrorist act when the children of our communities can't even walk across the street safely to the playground, let alone play in a playground (seen any lately)? why advocate tourism and woo investors when we can't even get our drivers to behave or even learn to drive properly? they aim for international recognition with cheap gimmicks, when living costs are getting dearer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;see i told you it'll never end.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;well those who are more politically educated would preach to me that there is no clean politics, and only dirty politicians. agreed. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; rather have a politician who charges me high taxes, skims some off the top, but still fights for my rights, and provides all the basic necessities and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amenities&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So what can i look forward for in 2009? nothing. cos anything wouldn't surprise me, and i feel that if i just pass the days without expectations, anything god will be a bonus for me. I only want to be a better husband to my wife, a better son to my parents, a better friends to those i call my friends, and a better person in my life. Can I? who knows. will i? i guess that remains to be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ranted enough? don't know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474543466878676452-6650069992746738379?l=ipohwalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipohwalla.blogspot.com/feeds/6650069992746738379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474543466878676452&amp;postID=6650069992746738379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474543466878676452/posts/default/6650069992746738379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474543466878676452/posts/default/6650069992746738379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipohwalla.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-fucking-new-year.html' title='Have a fucking new year!!'/><author><name>deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959219462771600685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGLF2XjfPEY/SWeLJnFyYPI/AAAAAAAAASE/sHYolKwGpqg/S220/IMG_7131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7474543466878676452.post-3899678869303945335</id><published>2008-05-01T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:15:30.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blleeaaggghh</title><content type='html'>got a little irritated with my self... started this blog to write and release stress..... but sometimes things get me stressed.. but i don't feel enough to write about it..... .. and then it hit me ..... voila!!  start an everyday blog la.. easier ...  and keep this precious for that special momentous occassions.... hahaha .. so to my friends who know this one exsists..... my more mundane and less inspired notations can be found at the following &lt;a href="http://ipohwallainc.blogspot.com"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474543466878676452-3899678869303945335?l=ipohwalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipohwalla.blogspot.com/feeds/3899678869303945335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474543466878676452&amp;postID=3899678869303945335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474543466878676452/posts/default/3899678869303945335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474543466878676452/posts/default/3899678869303945335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipohwalla.blogspot.com/2008/05/blleeaaggghh.html' title='blleeaaggghh'/><author><name>deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959219462771600685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGLF2XjfPEY/SWeLJnFyYPI/AAAAAAAAASE/sHYolKwGpqg/S220/IMG_7131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7474543466878676452.post-6634084226768506441</id><published>2007-12-10T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T14:40:28.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOFO's!!</title><content type='html'>well it turns out that my previous initial post had some interesting and encouraging responses (well in all honesty, there were only two responses.....), and i guess it took time for the next post to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wildflower asked me "what no new post?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediate reaction was a sheepish smile that started to feel a little bad for displaying anger online. But then that morphed into a wicked twisted grin that announced it was time to rip a new one into humanity ( wow i am so so full of myself huh )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.... i finally got around to buying myself a new camera (old one was a compact digital Olympus that I bought when i had just started working more then 3 years ago). Upgrade time presented itself in the shape of a Canon EOS 400D (woohoo!!) Excitement was intensified when they (guilty party A) upgraded my memory card to a 4GB (which is way cooler then a 2GB). Of course i found out the fine print read as follows :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the card will only be available to the respective sucker after a period of wanting and depression has passed, or 1 week, whichever comes sooner. In any event that neither happens, then the company will have to try to send it to you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... i was gonna be a little busy that week so i thot "whaddahell... i can wait a week". Of course as u jolly readers are already laughing your heads off at my school girl like innocence and naivity, the said week passes and no card arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off conversation &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;found out that 'guilty party A' had only sent it out the previous day YEAHRITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wait.... and at night i see a "Sorry u were out, but i couldn't be bothered to wait or come at a time when most workin folks are actually at home" card from the delivery company (read : 'guilty party B'). The darling wife had already called and screwed em up, but i decided another round was definitely in favour. Oh did i mention that the Sorry ur fucked card also said that this was their 3rd attempt to deliver! My! such dedication! 3 times in ... wait ... 1 day..... fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway me spoke to this person ... well i spoke and she tried to.... and arranged for a delivery on Sat ... which of course did not materialise. Today (Monday Dec 10) i called to hound guilty part B. Luck would have it that they actually employ other people who are capable of understanding and then carrying a conversation. Long story short ( funny u'd say ... thought the story was too long already ) 3 hrs later they call back ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wonder if u could see this coming"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and they then proceed to dutifully and solemnly inform me as if i was Private Ryan's mom that they had lost (gasp! shock! horror!) my package. FUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed? ya i was. Still am. will be for a while. Of course they (B) would contact (A), get a replacement, and the (new) package would eventually find it's way to my door. but the wait? frustration? suicidal tendency to knock down every courier rider i see on the road from now on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this during the week where i had training from Monday till Friday (no off days this week) and work as usual after training hours, and cover on Sunday due to the great fuck up called IPRO ( let's not get into that )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder .. no really. I wonder how can businesses like these survive? You'd think in the world of new technology and ever reducing telco charges they would try to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. SMS the receiver to arrange a convenient time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. call up the next day to arrange a better delivery time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. drop an email (now that would be free) to the receiver to arrange a suitable delivery time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. make arrangements with apartments to leave packages at the maintenance office if they only worked (if u call riding from point 1 to point 2 work) during office hours?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. don't lose the packages?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. have a after-hours drive thru window for receivers to claim their undelivered packages on the same day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that eventually receive my package... cos instead click-happy index finger, i may end up with a itchy trigger finger guilty of trying to immitate michael doulas in breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank you for tuning in. Today's episode has been brought to you by the letter A (Lam Loong Photo) and by the letter B (GD Express), and by the colour blue (the way i feel now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in for the next show. Who knows when the next time i pissed up enough (I meant to say inspired, but who am i kidding) to produce my next literary piece. To partially quote one of my heroes "it's a clusterf@#k".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474543466878676452-6634084226768506441?l=ipohwalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipohwalla.blogspot.com/feeds/6634084226768506441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474543466878676452&amp;postID=6634084226768506441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474543466878676452/posts/default/6634084226768506441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474543466878676452/posts/default/6634084226768506441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipohwalla.blogspot.com/2007/12/mofos.html' title='MOFO&apos;s!!'/><author><name>deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959219462771600685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGLF2XjfPEY/SWeLJnFyYPI/AAAAAAAAASE/sHYolKwGpqg/S220/IMG_7131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7474543466878676452.post-1806616456361524083</id><published>2007-10-26T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:53:31.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally had to do it la</title><content type='html'>well i created this many months ago. Mainly cos i was pissed off! Too many things were happening, and the world seemed to get darker. And I felt the need to rave and rant and foam at the mouth etc.( you get the idea) but then somehow i managed to calm down (right.. if that's ever possible) and tell myself "if u're gonna write (or blog or whatever this is called) do it with some dignity, class, and writing flair. Show that you have some kind of skill"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i fucking kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was meant to be my outlet, my yoda sessions, my way of sneaking out of years on the shrink's couch. Boy am I full of it. I encounter the steady flow of arseholes behind wheels (i guess i asked for it moving to penang) who seem to be born every second i decide to take a drive downtown. I experience the moronic behaviours or public participants who feel they have the right to blow smoke in my face and pretend i'm not there. I'm blessed with en endless supply of losers who keep telling me what to do, think, say etc. I'm PRIVILEGED to be born in a country with constitutional apartheid and bureaucracy that rivals triads and mafiasos. the list seems endless (but if i tried to list everything down.... this may be a vary long post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the privilege of my first post goes to the following so called educated participant of the establishment where i receive my monthly paycheck from. He singlehandedly managed to jab that raw nerve that has been receiveing daily doses of acid drips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this space in front of the building (some call it a car park). My luck this morning seemed to be glorious, cos as i turned into the lot... a kancil was reversing out. So i parked.. only to see this dumbfuck walking up to my car..... raps on the windscreen and and demands that he was waiting for the spot.&lt;br /&gt;Game on! All ready for a morning workout, i ....somehow decided to relent....... y i don't know (must be my buddha complex).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nah... take the lot la. I found another spot (no big deal... there was an abundance as it's friday u cheap bastard!) So here's a little drivers ed 101 for you if u're waiting for a parking spot in a public place where someone else could be a colleague:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. wait BEFORE the lot, not 5 spots ahead!&lt;br /&gt;2. indicate with your signal ( you know that knob attached to your steering column??) not with your hazard lights&lt;br /&gt;3. learn to speak politely and firmly to prove a point, not rudely with direct reference to your grandma's village etiquette as your roots&lt;br /&gt;4. grow a brain you sorry ass excuse for an IT professional in a MNC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm i'm sure the poor moron won't even understand this if he reads it, like he's ever gonna.... but feels nice to set it off .... maybe i could get used to this blog thingy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474543466878676452-1806616456361524083?l=ipohwalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipohwalla.blogspot.com/feeds/1806616456361524083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474543466878676452&amp;postID=1806616456361524083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474543466878676452/posts/default/1806616456361524083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474543466878676452/posts/default/1806616456361524083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipohwalla.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-had-to-do-it-la.html' title='finally had to do it la'/><author><name>deepak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959219462771600685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kGLF2XjfPEY/SWeLJnFyYPI/AAAAAAAAASE/sHYolKwGpqg/S220/IMG_7131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
