<?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-6400394621123740626</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:53:04.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letter read;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-3492888775100261807</id><published>2009-11-04T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:09:14.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckers be warned</title><content type='html'>have i disturb you? have my presence somehow affected you? why the hell do you bother what i do? why the fuck hell do you even care the fuck why i'm in the room? what the fuck is wrong with you? have i ever did anything to you for you to be so affected by my presence? i'm only there because my friend is there. what the fuck is wrong with you? you didn't have to insult me! i didn't even talk to you. we're hardly even close. for fuck shit why do you have to say things that would rip my innocence. what have i ever did to you, you fucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SvBVlD8AKzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-mk4PfWeKhU/s1600-h/Fuck_It.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SvBVlD8AKzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-mk4PfWeKhU/s400/Fuck_It.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-3492888775100261807?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-6939676959084020651</id><published>2009-10-02T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:55:33.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging with twitter</title><content type='html'>with the current new trend of twittering, i feel that blogs that people once use to post their everyday life is quickly becoming a part of yesterday. just like how the abacus become a thing of the past when the calculator was invented. though, in some part of the world, or in some point of ones life, they still use the abacus, but gradually everyones going to turn into lazy people and use the calculator instead. same goes for blogging. slowly but eventually, everyone is going to rely on just twitter to post happenings about their everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though in twitter, you have the benefit of updating about anything and everything in real time just by instant messaging, it still is not as interesting an as entertaining as a blog. cause in a blog, you can post as long a post you want without having to worry about the number of character you have used so that your updates would not be divided into two different updates messily. moreover, in a blog, you can be as descriptive as you want to describe about something. whereas in twitter, you cannot, because being descriptive means you have a lot to say. and if you have a lot to say about a thing, you just can't in twitter. your post would be cut off into two different post. it will just look very weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-6939676959084020651?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/6939676959084020651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/6939676959084020651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogging-with-twitter.html' title='blogging with twitter'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-7193213583168658768</id><published>2009-09-29T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:53:21.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reside</title><content type='html'>pampered myself today by doing a bit of shopping in town. bought a shirt from ZARA. and my gosh, its been aeons since i last shopped for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after seeing a lot of computers, mainly desktop, today, i have decided to finally get a desktop for myself. desktops don't normally catch my attention, but today, i realise that i when i enter a shop like BEST or Harvey-Norman, i would check out the desktop instead of the notebooks which i normally do. maybe its because i just got my new notebook not too long ago. somehow, now, desktop seems rather pretty looking and the specs are pretty SWEET, as Jeremy Clarkson would put it. besides, its better to get a desktop because it provides ease in upgrading of hardwares in the CPU.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, photo shoot's tomorrow. have to be there by 8, i think, and that's so early. no one's going to look good when they're half awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-7193213583168658768?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/7193213583168658768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/7193213583168658768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/09/reside.html' title='reside'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-26105410691316951</id><published>2009-09-27T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:30:21.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hamilton takes the trophy</title><content type='html'>YES! Lewis Hamilton from McLaren-Mercedes came in first for the formula one race in singapore! and to think that the guest on last night formula one show on Channel 5 said that Nico Rosberg from Williams-Toyota would win. i guess he knows nothing about formula 1 racing. too bad, Lewis Hamilton was made to dominate this race. even more, Lewis Hamilton cross the finishing line 12 seconds before Timo Glock from Toyota, who came in second. this shows just how fast Lewis Hamilton was that he could lead by 12 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though, i didn't watch the race, thankfully i had someone to record it for me! i can't wait to get the disc from my friend, cause only then could i see how the race really went. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the winner for Singtel 2009 Grand Prix, Lewis Hamilton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/Sr-ABucAxmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/x0pH-b-gcV4/s1600-h/lewis-hamilton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/Sr-ABucAxmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/x0pH-b-gcV4/s400/lewis-hamilton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! though you still can't beat the legendary Michael Shumacher, you're still a winner! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-26105410691316951?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/26105410691316951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/26105410691316951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/09/hamilton-takes-trophy.html' title='hamilton takes the trophy'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/Sr-ABucAxmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/x0pH-b-gcV4/s72-c/lewis-hamilton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-3222204490669643828</id><published>2009-09-27T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:18:53.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grand prix</title><content type='html'>formula 1 qualifying round ended today with Lewis Hamilton coming in first. i am so hoping that he wins this year formula 1 race. i have all my bets on you, don't fail me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/Sr5GxL9oj6I/AAAAAAAAALo/KJ4PA5SSE3c/s1600-h/tag-heuer-lewis-hamilton2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/Sr5GxL9oj6I/AAAAAAAAALo/KJ4PA5SSE3c/s400/tag-heuer-lewis-hamilton2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, in position 2, is Sebastian Vettel from RBR-Renault. not a fan of him, therefore i'm not going to talk much about him. i just wish him all the best, and hopefully he doesn't beat Hamilton. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/Sr5IloGBsmI/AAAAAAAAALw/ki2OpEQlp94/s1600-h/rpm_a_vettel_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/Sr5IloGBsmI/AAAAAAAAALw/ki2OpEQlp94/s400/rpm_a_vettel_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;sadly, due to work, i will be missing tomorrow's grand prix. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i am extremely excited over tomorrow's race!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-3222204490669643828?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/3222204490669643828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/3222204490669643828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/09/formula-1-qualifying-round-ended-today.html' title='grand prix'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/Sr5GxL9oj6I/AAAAAAAAALo/KJ4PA5SSE3c/s72-c/tag-heuer-lewis-hamilton2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-3508649765435533243</id><published>2009-09-23T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:57:32.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>classics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!/ For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- Romeo and Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif, Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- Macbeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"There's dagger's in men's smiles."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- Macbeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"All the lives must die, passing through nature to eternity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- Hamlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- V for Vendetta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-3508649765435533243?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/3508649765435533243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/3508649765435533243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/09/classics.html' title='classics'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-6328760253763604981</id><published>2009-09-23T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:08:54.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastinator</title><content type='html'>there's a few things i have to do that i have been procrastinating since. i am always telling myself that i will be doing this, and that later, yet i always never get round to doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;work is good. flexible timings, sociable colleagues, makes it nice to go to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-6328760253763604981?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/6328760253763604981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/6328760253763604981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/09/procrastinator.html' title='procrastinator'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-6459147057347723268</id><published>2009-09-15T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:04:45.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>canon, sony, LOMO, polaroid, pentax, holga, etc..</title><content type='html'>its been quite long since i last blogged, therefore its hard to squeeze contents out of a malfunctioning brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, will be meeting up with aloysius later at orchard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/Sq8RNEjp4eI/AAAAAAAAALg/CGm5R3GgFAo/s1600-h/Photography_by_roxanneross.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/Sq8RNEjp4eI/AAAAAAAAALg/CGm5R3GgFAo/s400/Photography_by_roxanneross.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i want to learn photography&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-6459147057347723268?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/6459147057347723268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/6459147057347723268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-quite-long-since-i-last.html' title='canon, sony, LOMO, polaroid, pentax, holga, etc..'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/Sq8RNEjp4eI/AAAAAAAAALg/CGm5R3GgFAo/s72-c/Photography_by_roxanneross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-3225244129576059496</id><published>2009-09-15T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:55:32.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken down</title><content type='html'>having severe flu, throat inflammation and fever. doctor says if i didn't take care of it, i might be h1n1 positive. this is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might have tire myself out too much, causing me to fall ill. my virgin experience working at exhibition was fulfilling. though sales wasn't good, and pay wasn't high, it was still a worthwhile experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-3225244129576059496?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/3225244129576059496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/3225244129576059496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/09/having-severe-flu-throat-inflammation.html' title='broken down'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-2721566535572507175</id><published>2009-09-05T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:07:45.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recession truth</title><content type='html'>This Story is about a man who once upon a time was selling Hotdogs by the roadside.&lt;br /&gt;He was illiterate, so he never read newspapers.He was hard of hearing, so he never listened to the radio. His eyes were weak, so he never watched television. But enthusiastically, he sold lots of hotdogs. He was smart enough to offer some attractive schemes to increase his sales. His sales and profit went up. He ordered more a more raw material and buns and use to sale more. He recruited few more supporting staff to serve more customers. He started offering home deliveries. Eventually he got himself a bigger and better stove.As his business was growing, the son, who had recently graduated from College, joined his father.&lt;br /&gt;Then something strange happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son asked, "Dad, aren't you aware of the great recession that is coming our way?"The father replied, "No, but tell me about it." The son said, "The international situation is terrible. The domestic situation is even worse. We should be prepared for the coming bad times." The man thought that since his son had been to college, read the papers, listened to the radio and watched TV. He ought to know and his advice should not be taken lightly. So the next day onwards, the father cut down the his raw material order and buns, took down the colorful signboard, removed all the special schemes he was offering to the customers and was no longer as enthusiastic. He reduced his staff strength by giving layoffs. Very soon, fewer and fewer people bothered to stop at his hotdog stand. And his sales started coming down rapidly, same is the profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father said to his son, "Son, you were right"."We are in the middle of a recession and crisis. I am glad you warned me ahead of time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-2721566535572507175?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/2721566535572507175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/2721566535572507175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/09/recession-truth.html' title='recession truth'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-4887088755534015684</id><published>2009-09-04T03:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T03:03:33.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness doesn't happen to us, it happens by us</title><content type='html'>When we look at people around us who have had relatively smooth and trouble free lives, we find that some are happy, others unhappy. When we look at those who have had really rough and challenging lives, again, some are happy, others are not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this seems to suggest the relevance of an age-old truth: happiness has less to do with circumstances than with our attitude and approach to life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness does not happen to us, it happens by us. Know that each of us is the creator of our own thoughts and state of mind. This does not mean ignoring the often, painful reality of what happens, but understanding that you can choose your response to something at any given moment.&lt;br /&gt;For example, you can choose to be frazled and furious with the demands and pressures of a hectic day, feeling miserable about bad luck, colleagues, weather or bad whatever. Or you can call upon the grace of the moment -reminding yourself to stop and breathe calmly for just a few moments, finding some beauty to focus on, something to be greateful for in all this. You can choose between forever brooding on an unhappy childhood, or focusing on healing and moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is established that cultivating feelings of happiness results in a self-generating cycle of biological as much as psychological well being. When you carve out time to go for a walk, or just to the nearest window, or to stop and pray, or dance or sing along to a favourite tune, or share moments with special people, 'Happy Harmones' flood your system, keeping you healthy. For this you need to first accept that happiness is something that is generated from within, and it comes with time and practise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, at its core, is about discovering meaning, and counting your blessings, not your woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness then is simply about saying a heartfelt "yes" to all of life; to more positive emotions, to more engagement, to more meaning and purpose, to more caring relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My sister's work, summarised by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-4887088755534015684?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/4887088755534015684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/4887088755534015684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/09/happiness-doesnt-happen-to-us-it.html' title='happiness doesn&apos;t happen to us, it happens by us'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-3760044896005472637</id><published>2009-09-04T02:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:51:44.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laziness</title><content type='html'>been procrastinating on a post really. though i set my mind to do, i always end up not doing it. even now, i could have post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll make sure i do it tomorrow indefinitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-3760044896005472637?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/3760044896005472637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/3760044896005472637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/09/laziness.html' title='laziness'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-3651196133607549183</id><published>2009-08-30T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T04:49:39.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SpmS6Bkn0pI/AAAAAAAAALQ/T4r3wmB4k4k/s1600-h/Small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SpmS6Bkn0pI/AAAAAAAAALQ/T4r3wmB4k4k/s320/Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-3651196133607549183?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/3651196133607549183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/3651196133607549183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/08/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SpmS6Bkn0pI/AAAAAAAAALQ/T4r3wmB4k4k/s72-c/Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-997675245111583940</id><published>2009-08-30T04:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T04:26:15.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mom is soo beautiful</title><content type='html'>funny, how everyone use to tell me how beautiful my mom is and i never once believe them. not until today. i was flipping through a photo album when i saw a photo of my mum, during her younger days when she was dating my father. and i really really think that she's the most beautiful person i have ever came across. really. i believe nothing in this world is as beautiful as her. really. my mom, during her younger days, look like&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;刘亦菲&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;to me. i think my mom could be a model.&lt;br /&gt;look,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SpmLVZT_UZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/N30Zq28tTCM/s1600-h/beautiful+mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SpmLVZT_UZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/N30Zq28tTCM/s320/beautiful+mom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;isn't she just beautiful? isn't she stunning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SpmLdx3BvaI/AAAAAAAAALA/r_J-loGF0T0/s1600-h/mom%27s+beautiful.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SpmLdx3BvaI/AAAAAAAAALA/r_J-loGF0T0/s320/mom%27s+beautiful.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;she's really my mom. and i cannot believe it. she's is just so beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;however, after she got married to my dad and had both me and my sis, she hardly had time to dress up and take care of herself. she spends most of her time looking out for us instead. how i wish my mom didn't had me or my sis. then she could at least have more time to groom herself. she is so BEAUTIFUL!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;from this day forth, i am never going to deny that my mom is beautiful. cause as i said, she is the most beautiful person in the whole wide world. no one can be as beautiful, as stunning as my mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SpmOYX0NHiI/AAAAAAAAALI/CtOzbp1rgEA/s1600-h/Photo0168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SpmOYX0NHiI/AAAAAAAAALI/CtOzbp1rgEA/s320/Photo0168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;My mom, the most beautiful woman in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-997675245111583940?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/997675245111583940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/997675245111583940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-how-everyone-use-to-tell-me-how.html' title='my mom is soo beautiful'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SpmLVZT_UZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/N30Zq28tTCM/s72-c/beautiful+mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-7018571661300300110</id><published>2009-08-26T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:09:23.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is just another worthless day spent. i slept at about 7/8 in the morning and woke up at 4. this really is unproductive. on top of that, its been a week, yet still no calls from any of the places i send my application form to. this is just ridiculous. they should at least call to let me know whether they're hiring or not. since i woke up, i've been doing nothing but using the computer. which is so very productive. i just cannot stand being this unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SpUW83HO5nI/AAAAAAAAAKo/tP99zBM13VI/s1600-h/railway+crossing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SpUW83HO5nI/AAAAAAAAAKo/tP99zBM13VI/s320/railway+crossing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;this i so random, out of the blue, i'm posting a picture taken a few years back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-7018571661300300110?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/7018571661300300110'/><link 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both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SpQBFv496KI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xCva731ymsY/s1600-h/kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SpQBFv496KI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xCva731ymsY/s320/kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-5195782075054156573?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/5195782075054156573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/5195782075054156573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/08/kids.html' title='kids'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SpQBFv496KI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xCva731ymsY/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-7282480788794083226</id><published>2009-08-25T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:01:06.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays good or bad</title><content type='html'>since the beginning of my holidays, i haven't been spending it productively. all i ever did was facebook, msn, blogging, sleeping and doing nothing. i went job hunting though, but till now still no replies from any of the places i send my application form to. hoping to get a job soon, so as to finally do something productive. i can't stand not doing anything, anything productive at least. i feel useless that is. should probably do more runnings, more tennis. but since the holiday started, i've been feeling so lazy that i only ran once since. and i haven't played tennis since. been going to sleep at daybreak and waking up at late noon.&lt;br /&gt;i've been popping down pills like popping down jellybeans. i should probably head out. head to places that i don't need to spend not even a penny. places where i can do something for the price of nothing. i should get a camera. go around taking photos, probably try being a photo journalist. should be fun. but the only camera i got belongs to my mom. and it isn't a very good one. heck, i'm just doing it for fun. my phone camera should do fine i think. but who's willing to follow me? join me in doing nothing but going around singapore taking photos and also not spending any money. packing food instead of buying lunch, drinking plain water brought from home. no one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-7282480788794083226?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/7282480788794083226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/7282480788794083226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/08/holidays-good-or-bad.html' title='holidays good or bad'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-854011230687229857</id><published>2009-08-24T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:20:48.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was there someone you actually like? was i just part of the plan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-854011230687229857?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/854011230687229857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/854011230687229857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/08/was-there-someone-you-actually-like-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-5830319454058490977</id><published>2009-08-24T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:25:34.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homage</title><content type='html'>Between her legs, lies something that every man seems to want. A place where she should be able to call her own, between her legs. She feels that men only want her, a true want, to have sex with her, and walk away. The breasts she has, they gain &lt;br /&gt;stares from men passing by, tripping over themselves to find a chance to touch.&lt;br /&gt;When will she stop being looked at, as an object of sex? when will a man see her as someone he may spend his life with? Her hips curve, and she doesn't want your hands on them, if your just going to touch her skin. She wants a man to touch her soul, not just touch her skin, and run his fingers where they do not belong. What made these men think, she is just a sex object, a toy that could be put on display, and taken whenever they like. &lt;br /&gt;Between her legs, lies something that every man seems to want. Proud she is though, that she hasn't given in, hasn't let a man touch where he shouldn't be. She feels men looking, wanting her for an object just for sex, an object that men can thrust, and walk away, when all she wanted was to be held. She is no object for sex, so close your mind, and forget what you want, she is&lt;br /&gt;a woman, she deserves more respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-5830319454058490977?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/5830319454058490977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/5830319454058490977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/08/between-her-legs-lies-something-that.html' title='homage'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-8263718123323988935</id><published>2009-08-24T00:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:50:56.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry seems to be the hardest word by elton john</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;color:#474747;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 23px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div class="verse"  style="background-color: rgb(153, 225, 255);  padding-bottom: 0.5cm; font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What have I got to do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What have I got to do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What do I do when lightning strikes me&lt;br /&gt;And I wake to find that you're not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse"  style="background-color: rgb(153, 225, 255);  padding-bottom: 0.5cm; font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What do I do to make you want me&lt;br /&gt;What have I got to do to be heard&lt;br /&gt;What do I say when it's all over&lt;br /&gt;And sorry seems to be the hardest word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse"  style="background-color: rgb(153, 225, 255);  padding-bottom: 0.5cm; font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's sad, so sad&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad, sad situation&lt;br /&gt;And it's getting more and more absurd&lt;br /&gt;It's sad, so sad&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we talk it over&lt;br /&gt;Oh it seems to me&lt;br /&gt;That sorry seems to be the hardest word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse"  style="background-color: rgb(153, 225, 255);  padding-bottom: 0.5cm; font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What do I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What have I got to do to be heard&lt;br /&gt;What do I do when lightning strikes me&lt;br /&gt;What have I got to do&lt;br /&gt;What have I got to do&lt;br /&gt;When sorry seems to be the hardest word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-8263718123323988935?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/8263718123323988935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/8263718123323988935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-seems-to-be-hardest-word-by-elton.html' title='sorry seems to be the hardest word by elton john'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-7989217747999826123</id><published>2009-08-23T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:40:24.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;is birthday celebration a must? is it a necessity to commemorate one's birthday? is a person's birthday so important that they have to celebrate it? how come everybody is having their birthday celebrated, or some hoping to celebrate their one special day? i never had my birthday celebrated or do i hope there's a birthday celebration for me. last i celebrated was when i was in nursery, i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing how the people around me let loose on their one special day always kept me wondering how come a birthday could be that special. my birthday is always just another day. sometimes i can forget about my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm thinking if i should celebrate my birthday this year. but the conclusion i always get is "nah, don't think so". no one probably will come anyway. maybe i'm just sour. other's have celebrations and i don't. they wouldn't miss a birthday celebration and no one remembers mine. i attend other's celebrations and none would remember mine. i took the time and effort to prepare gifts for someone and none would do the same to me. however, i never ask for anything in return. its the teaching i'm brought up with. to give, is a choice. giving to someone doesn't mean that someone have to return you a gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was browsing through a friend's photo album and saw the pictures taken on my friend's special day. oddly, i thought the things they did was childish. karaoke, pool, mah-jong. they're pretty kid's stuff to me. is it that fun to do those things during a birthday? besides, how sure can one be that the guest you invite are really wishing you a happy birthday? how sure can you be that no one is faking a wish to you, when they actually hate you deep down? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SpFvY5yzkoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2I1b8Ona5jQ/s400/Birthday_by_glassaple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-7989217747999826123?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/7989217747999826123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/7989217747999826123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-birthday-celebration-must-is-it.html' title='celebrations'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SpFvY5yzkoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2I1b8Ona5jQ/s72-c/Birthday_by_glassaple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-6852910604216754728</id><published>2009-08-22T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:59:10.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plus minus</title><content type='html'>i've just changed the playlist. now you will have the privilege of pausing the music if it doesn't suit your liking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-6852910604216754728?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/6852910604216754728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/6852910604216754728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/08/plus-minus.html' title='plus minus'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-2168121872145132247</id><published>2009-08-22T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:46:39.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>art</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PH6xCT2aTSo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PH6xCT2aTSo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;street art. very innovative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the background music doesn't affect that much of the video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-2168121872145132247?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/2168121872145132247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/2168121872145132247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='art'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-2914232763715112465</id><published>2009-08-21T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:50:16.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupidity</title><content type='html'>the layout's all mess up again! its so bloody irritating. blogger, if you're reading this, please do something. ugh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-2914232763715112465?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/2914232763715112465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/2914232763715112465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupidity.html' title='stupidity'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-2523562829054418381</id><published>2009-08-21T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:38:11.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are the odds</title><content type='html'>hmm.. i reformatted my computer, downloaded safari. and now, blogger seems to work. i don't know exactly what happen, and how i did it, but its working fine now. however, all other browsers still seem to be having problems. though they're minor, i don't like using things that have even the slightest fault(s). &lt;div&gt;hopefully, they will be resolve soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mankind stupidity. why would people make such mistakes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/So1682EUTYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/G3r3uNp8ab8/s400/arrow-left_keep-right.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep left or right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/So169F5UsSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TaWlWzzG3-g/s1600-h/funny_road_signs_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/So169F5UsSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TaWlWzzG3-g/s400/funny_road_signs_011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372085120496087330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, is pets allowed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/So169m9_DBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/V3xioGtmBBs/s1600-h/must_turn_right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/So169m9_DBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/V3xioGtmBBs/s400/must_turn_right.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372085129374010386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/So16-GPrfZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FC57cMNkRsA/s1600-h/penistone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/So16-GPrfZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FC57cMNkRsA/s400/penistone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372085137769725330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-2523562829054418381?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/2523562829054418381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/2523562829054418381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-are-odds.html' title='what are the odds'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/So1682EUTYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/G3r3uNp8ab8/s72-c/arrow-left_keep-right.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-1136385297665536230</id><published>2009-08-20T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:15:31.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoobopshoowaddawaddayipittyboomdeboom</title><content type='html'>love is not a gadget, love is not a toy&lt;br /&gt;when u find the one you love&lt;br /&gt;they'll feel your heart with joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;the mess up layout in blogger is really ticking me off. why must they do something to the layout? isn't the previous layout working fine? its pointless if the layout is still the same after they did something to it. ridiculous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-1136385297665536230?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/1136385297665536230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/1136385297665536230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/08/filecusersdefault.html' title='shoobopshoowaddawaddayipittyboomdeboom'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-7677737319683326152</id><published>2009-08-18T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:00:02.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inquiring mind</title><content type='html'>there's something wrong with blogger. the layout are all wrong. everything's all mess up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-7677737319683326152?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/7677737319683326152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/7677737319683326152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/08/inquiring-mind.html' title='inquiring mind'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400394621123740626.post-8177737033498983522</id><published>2009-08-18T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:00:19.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unrequited love</title><content type='html'>i just got a new laptop! :) though the specs are good, i got it for a really good price. comes with a few good features too, like the webcam, dolby home theater and virtual surround sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking in the same way as I did&lt;br /&gt;Missing out the cracks in the pavement&lt;br /&gt;And tutting my heel and strutting my feet&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anything I can do for you dear? Is there anyone I can call?"&lt;br /&gt;"No and thank you, please Madam. I ain't lost, just wandering"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round my hometown&lt;br /&gt;Memories are fresh&lt;br /&gt;Round my hometown&lt;br /&gt;Ooh the people I've met&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of this world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it in the city when the air is so thick and opaque&lt;br /&gt;I love to see everybody in short skirts, shorts and shades&lt;br /&gt;I like it in the city when two worlds collide&lt;br /&gt;You get the people and the government&lt;br /&gt;Everybody taking different sides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows that we ain't gonna stand shit&lt;br /&gt;Shows that we are united&lt;br /&gt;Shows that we ain't gonna take it&lt;br /&gt;Shows that we ain't gonna stand shit&lt;br /&gt;Shows that we are united&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round my hometown&lt;br /&gt;Memories are fresh&lt;br /&gt;Round my hometown&lt;br /&gt;Ooh the people I've met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of this world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400394621123740626-8177737033498983522?l=bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/8177737033498983522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400394621123740626/posts/default/8177737033498983522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingowashisnameooh.blogspot.com/2009/08/unrequited-love.html' title='unrequited love'/><author><name>jasn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3H6PaLd-t28/SlagUcj398I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PJ77xx4GQ0Q/S220/Photo0030.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
