<?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-9717601</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:30:22.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going through this...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717601.post-2283990895199319704</id><published>2007-09-15T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:18:37.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling lousy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-2283990895199319704?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/2283990895199319704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=2283990895199319704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/2283990895199319704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/2283990895199319704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-feeling-lousy.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-8795860355007865294</id><published>2007-09-13T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:56:43.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't know my results will be out tomorrow, till I saw someone's msn screen name just now. Wow. Doesn't that show how disconnected I've been from school life(and I'm not complaining)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do lots and lots and lots of thinking, hopefully putting them into words, before I go back to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-8795860355007865294?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8795860355007865294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=8795860355007865294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8795860355007865294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8795860355007865294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-didnt-know-my-results-will-be-out.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-1054667346508426276</id><published>2007-09-04T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:38:17.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to go airport and sit for 2 hours again. Anyone wanna accompany me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-1054667346508426276?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/1054667346508426276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=1054667346508426276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/1054667346508426276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/1054667346508426276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-need-to-go-airport-and-sit-for-2.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-6464099693624819009</id><published>2007-08-31T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:57:46.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once I ran to you, now I run from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-6464099693624819009?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6464099693624819009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=6464099693624819009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6464099693624819009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6464099693624819009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/once-i-ran-to-you-now-i-run-from-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-6225710115190647076</id><published>2007-08-29T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T00:08:20.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ZZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;ZZZZZ&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ZZZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I swear this job is going to rob my body of its nutrients and dry up my whole fucking body. My eyeballs are going to look like raisins, and my eyes, dried prunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how people can survive in an office in a 9-5 job(though mine's like 830-6 or later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei twin, go watch Evan Almighty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too. much. computer. time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I need my daily dose of eye candy....BUT BUT HERE DON'T HAVE!! ZERO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/9717601-6225710115190647076?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6225710115190647076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=6225710115190647076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6225710115190647076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6225710115190647076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/zzzzzz-zzzzz-zzzzz-zzzzzzz-zzzzzzz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-6716722408052174913</id><published>2007-08-27T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:18:01.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My bloody Sims 2 is corrupting on me. Now I have to delete every single download I have. Niao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay tomorrow go buy another expansion pack, if I have enough money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-6716722408052174913?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6716722408052174913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=6716722408052174913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6716722408052174913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6716722408052174913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-bloody-sims-2-is-corrupting-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-818125094895041067</id><published>2007-08-23T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:10:42.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oouh do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=bi+ling"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=bi+ling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xie xie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-818125094895041067?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/818125094895041067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=818125094895041067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/818125094895041067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/818125094895041067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/oouh-do-this-httpkevan.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-4422134255502374323</id><published>2007-08-21T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:17:10.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck la. don't always tell me to go sleep can not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-4422134255502374323?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4422134255502374323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=4422134255502374323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4422134255502374323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4422134255502374323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/fuck-la.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-3039438425689943202</id><published>2007-08-16T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:24:38.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so I sat, for 2 hours no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RsRNFQGSzOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wM_89mINHwA/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RsRNFQGSzOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wM_89mINHwA/s320/DSC00234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099285430706293986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RsRNVgGSzPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LX54Qs8nuWg/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RsRNVgGSzPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LX54Qs8nuWg/s320/DSC00224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099285709879168242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereotypical talk is so disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-3039438425689943202?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RsRNFQGSzOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wM_89mINHwA/s72-c/DSC00234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717601.post-4909086903806574291</id><published>2007-08-16T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:10:23.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RsRK5gGSzNI/AAAAAAAAADs/BJCK5rICxBk/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RsRK5gGSzNI/AAAAAAAAADs/BJCK5rICxBk/s320/DSC00238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099283029819575506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/KrisMoyse"&gt;Kris Moyse&lt;/a&gt; much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-4909086903806574291?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4909086903806574291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=4909086903806574291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4909086903806574291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4909086903806574291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/kris-moyse-much.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RsRK5gGSzNI/AAAAAAAAADs/BJCK5rICxBk/s72-c/DSC00238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717601.post-3367333105431992405</id><published>2007-08-15T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T16:07:40.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RsK0HoIFe-I/AAAAAAAAADk/i-McHJEw5qU/s1600-h/DSC00223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RsK0HoIFe-I/AAAAAAAAADk/i-McHJEw5qU/s320/DSC00223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098835771260238818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-3367333105431992405?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3367333105431992405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=3367333105431992405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3367333105431992405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3367333105431992405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RsK0HoIFe-I/AAAAAAAAADk/i-McHJEw5qU/s72-c/DSC00223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717601.post-5574946615767022884</id><published>2007-08-15T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T14:24:29.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Jd9dfn0Fgc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Jd9dfn0Fgc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lead singer's a pretty boy. and 3rd guitar has cool hair. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-5574946615767022884?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5574946615767022884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=5574946615767022884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5574946615767022884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5574946615767022884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/lead-singers-pretty-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>bi 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-2678227827527317818?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/2678227827527317818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=2678227827527317818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/2678227827527317818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/2678227827527317818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-new-toys-teeeeheeeeeheeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RsHC04IFe8I/AAAAAAAAADU/XxzKiry6GOk/s72-c/DSC00216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717601.post-4344390759994616896</id><published>2007-08-13T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:50:22.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BCO8KkkmdIE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BCO8KkkmdIE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Eric Clapton, you give me goosebumps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-4344390759994616896?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4344390759994616896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=4344390759994616896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4344390759994616896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4344390759994616896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-eric-clapton-you-give-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-3297137261817012815</id><published>2007-08-13T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:58:11.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nb don't ask me anything la. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how come blogspot didn't log me in automatically ah?! knn damn pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eurgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-3297137261817012815?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3297137261817012815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=3297137261817012815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3297137261817012815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3297137261817012815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/nb-dont-ask-me-anything-la.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-4254184961328323041</id><published>2007-08-12T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T01:31:13.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Janice Koh damn hot...*swoons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very gay these days. Must be the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/Rr3oi4IFe7I/AAAAAAAAADM/oo64mnsdVhk/s1600-h/36931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/Rr3oi4IFe7I/AAAAAAAAADM/oo64mnsdVhk/s320/36931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097486039132765106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I HATE pseudo lesbians. Don't come and tell me xxx is your lesbian friend(meaning 2 girls who're touchy-feely with each other)/gay partner. I will get fucking pissed off and ignore you for the rest of the day/2 days/week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-4254184961328323041?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4254184961328323041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=4254184961328323041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4254184961328323041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4254184961328323041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/janice-koh-damn-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/Rr3oi4IFe7I/AAAAAAAAADM/oo64mnsdVhk/s72-c/36931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717601.post-175084366222349403</id><published>2007-08-06T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:20:49.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.plu.sg/indignation/?p=253"&gt;mindfucked&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-175084366222349403?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/175084366222349403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=175084366222349403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/175084366222349403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/175084366222349403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/mindfuck-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-28972112227159991</id><published>2007-08-04T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:00:38.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah, I actually gave my mother the programme sheet for Indignation 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nah, this is the programme for the talks."&lt;br /&gt;"wanna go? get more knowledge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahhahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care who reads this blog anymore. I mean that in a good way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-28972112227159991?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/28972112227159991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=28972112227159991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/28972112227159991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/28972112227159991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/woah-i-actually-gave-my-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-6036126885020345131</id><published>2007-08-04T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T12:32:14.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RrQA4oIFe6I/AAAAAAAAADE/jz80wtbF0H8/s1600-h/permit-st-4-aug-2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RrQA4oIFe6I/AAAAAAAAADE/jz80wtbF0H8/s320/permit-st-4-aug-2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094698051306879906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL??&lt;br /&gt;(click to enlarge, read on to agitate)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-6036126885020345131?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6036126885020345131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=6036126885020345131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6036126885020345131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6036126885020345131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RrQA4oIFe6I/AAAAAAAAADE/jz80wtbF0H8/s72-c/permit-st-4-aug-2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717601.post-3056532174802222342</id><published>2007-08-03T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T20:02:53.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ISFJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/isfj.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nurturer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal.&lt;br /&gt;A good listener, you excel at helping others in practical ways.&lt;br /&gt;In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music.&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you express your emotions through actions.&lt;br /&gt;Taking care of someone is how you love them. And you do it well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you do well in a structured environment. You complete tasks well and on time.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Competent, dependable, and detail oriented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Boring, dominant, and stuck in a rut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9717601-3056532174802222342?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3056532174802222342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=3056532174802222342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3056532174802222342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3056532174802222342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-isfj-nurturer-you-have-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-2422571538215488497</id><published>2007-07-31T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:54:30.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Field supervision went...too smoothly? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few times i've been doing my lesson, i've been receiving too much 'constructive' feedback. Now I'm praised (?!). Apparently I speak very well, and that makes me a good role model for the children (wahahahahaha). [My English only becomes queen during my lessons.] And hallelujah to this field supervisor. She was very nice, and right, to point out that it wasn't poor classroom management, but the problem lies in the implementation of the lesson. Omg how come nobody told me this earlier????? pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yay, I passed. woohooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-2422571538215488497?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/2422571538215488497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=2422571538215488497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/2422571538215488497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/2422571538215488497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/07/field-supervision-went.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-2774320075823588876</id><published>2007-07-31T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T01:07:22.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I only understand/empathize with genuinely bi-curious people. The rest, can kiss my gay ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-2774320075823588876?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/2774320075823588876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=2774320075823588876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/2774320075823588876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/2774320075823588876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-only-understand-genuinely-bi-curious.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-6012899115253256224</id><published>2007-07-30T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:18:04.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think this scene is damn cute. no matter how staged/fake/corny it is. no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pqJkc2xidGw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pqJkc2xidGw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/66GFICYwfTY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/66GFICYwfTY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-6012899115253256224?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6012899115253256224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=6012899115253256224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6012899115253256224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6012899115253256224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-think-this-scene-is-damn-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-2296857297415625948</id><published>2007-07-30T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:13:09.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mother's always very nice when the need arises. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and bi-curious girls (who are so obviously into hot girls just for hot guys' attention) are omfg turn offs. bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-2296857297415625948?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/2296857297415625948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=2296857297415625948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/2296857297415625948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/2296857297415625948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-mothers-always-very-nice-when-need.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-942274182736352947</id><published>2007-07-30T06:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T06:46:43.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg, how to conduct lesson like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i cough i can smell my own phlegm. which is fucking gross. nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't breathe properly, if breathing properly means i have to cough at every breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been taking in short breaths for the past 2 days. which is fucking uncomfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-942274182736352947?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/942274182736352947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=942274182736352947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/942274182736352947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/942274182736352947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg-how-to-conduct-lesson-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-7822598646685043728</id><published>2007-07-29T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:13:45.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so disoriented yesterday that i nearly washed my face with shampoo, and brushed my teeth with handsoap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-7822598646685043728?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7822598646685043728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=7822598646685043728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7822598646685043728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7822598646685043728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-i-was-so-disorientated-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-8913214665032752685</id><published>2007-07-28T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T00:30:44.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Simpsons movie ought to be wittier, imvhoa(in my very humble opinion already). It was even more slapstick than Mr. Bean. People were still laughing their head off in the cinema though, even at the not-funny parts. How very annoying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone offer me a job...I'll need it this coming holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really feel like quitting this course. Don't give me the left-a-few-more-months speech..I'm not being irrational. Just that this isn't what i expected at all in this course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I wanna run away from every damn thing, and just run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos baby this is harder than i ever expected, and what if i lose my mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cadillac Life' - L.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-8913214665032752685?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8913214665032752685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=8913214665032752685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8913214665032752685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8913214665032752685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/07/simpsons-movie-ought-to-be-wittier.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-4237220083802892047</id><published>2007-07-20T02:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T02:41:58.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am physically and mentally drained/tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-4237220083802892047?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4237220083802892047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=4237220083802892047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4237220083802892047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4237220083802892047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/07/am-physically-and-mentally-drainedtired.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-466865262155818608</id><published>2007-07-17T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:28:26.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm feeling the stress taking over now. Not that I mean to say anything to diss my childcare, but its kinda overbearing. Someone de-stress me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE have to take over the teachers' place there when certain teachers like to take leave as they please. (Hence, me typing this at 2.25pm. Taste of their own medicine wtf.) A particular person's going overseas (for a leisure trip nonetheless), so we have to do our assessment like fucking early. nb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-466865262155818608?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/466865262155818608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=466865262155818608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/466865262155818608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/466865262155818608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-im-feeling-stress-taking-over-now.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-5842223691782502897</id><published>2007-07-17T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:22:18.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nb, don't come and kachiao my cca's tagboard. knn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Built a wall around my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ll never let it fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But strangely I wish secretly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It would fall down while I'm asleep"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Nothing lasts forever' - Maroon 5&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/9717601-5842223691782502897?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5842223691782502897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=5842223691782502897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5842223691782502897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5842223691782502897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/07/nb-dont-come-and-kachiao-my-ccas.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-8095792599754088365</id><published>2007-07-13T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:56:22.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just caught this on BBC Entertainment. WATCH IT. Of course, this is just the last 10 mins of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylAHWVuPNus"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylAHWVuPNus" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-8095792599754088365?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8095792599754088365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=8095792599754088365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8095792599754088365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8095792599754088365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-caught-this-on-bbc-entertainment.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-748184916905776661</id><published>2007-07-10T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T02:29:28.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time does tell, and questions along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least now I'm over it. It doesn't affect me in the way it did before. But still, its disturbing to see someone behave like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You gave me all your secrets, were you testing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could I do anything but smile."&lt;br /&gt;-Legendary, Lou Barlow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-748184916905776661?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/748184916905776661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=748184916905776661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/748184916905776661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/748184916905776661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-does-tell-and-questions-along-way.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-7812547713548406640</id><published>2007-07-09T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T02:42:59.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. NOW i'm confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-7812547713548406640?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7812547713548406640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=7812547713548406640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7812547713548406640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7812547713548406640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-7741488297023392445</id><published>2007-06-29T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:17:13.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I went to Dhoby Goat."&lt;br /&gt;(some random statement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Daddy's hair all dropowt ready."&lt;br /&gt;(I was asking him bout his drawing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe becuz my eyelashes just grow owt ownlee. That's why itz sew long."&lt;br /&gt;(Your eyelashes are very long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert bloody cute giggles everywhere. (with damn pretty eyes staring at you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swoons*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-7741488297023392445?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7741488297023392445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=7741488297023392445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7741488297023392445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7741488297023392445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-went-to-dhoby-goat.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-5004615260304884033</id><published>2007-06-26T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:31:07.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGOMG DAMN POWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AcAn3z7D1Pc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AcAn3z7D1Pc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="280" width="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Wilson(the female guitarist) come to Singapore please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-5004615260304884033?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5004615260304884033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=5004615260304884033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5004615260304884033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5004615260304884033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/omgomg-damn-power-nancy-wilson-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-4269084865040782614</id><published>2007-06-26T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:12:45.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keira Knightley damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RoEs3g0YjsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0-1htIN0fp0/s1600-h/pirates_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RoEs3g0YjsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0-1htIN0fp0/s320/pirates_banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080391186864705218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-4269084865040782614?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4269084865040782614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=4269084865040782614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4269084865040782614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4269084865040782614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RoEs3g0YjsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0-1htIN0fp0/s72-c/pirates_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717601.post-6386067857799345224</id><published>2007-06-24T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:21:27.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its simple, yet complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its different, yet the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;we&lt;/span&gt; have to take the brunt of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-6386067857799345224?l=notbiling.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-9717601.post-4904501134480193352</id><published>2007-06-21T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:45:22.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm damn anal about people using their real names on tagboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is (fucking) obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, any archers who "happen" to chance upon this entry, USE YOUR NAME WHEN TAGGING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eurgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-4904501134480193352?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4904501134480193352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=4904501134480193352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4904501134480193352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4904501134480193352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-damn-anal-about-people-using-their.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-7758024936940006117</id><published>2007-06-20T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:29:57.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW, my mom just got me SQ21. Of course at my request(and partly cos she had a $20 MPH voucher), BUT STILL....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till she reads it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I finish reading then let you read."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping &lt;s&gt;(for bras)&lt;/s&gt; today with my mom. Omg, I think this is the first time ever we went out without any argument at all. Ok, maybe 1, but compared to previous trips, its way better. And this is the first time we went to so many places. I shall be a typical boring blogger and write bout the different places we went to. First to Queensway, then to Marina Square, then to Millenia Walk, then to Parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many places right? Wahahhahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-7758024936940006117?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7758024936940006117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=7758024936940006117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7758024936940006117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7758024936940006117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/wow-my-mom-just-got-me-sq21.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-3092466662840757280</id><published>2007-06-19T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:58:01.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNxtIZNVyok"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNxtIZNVyok" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;     Beelzeboss:&lt;br /&gt;I AM COMPLETE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenacious D:&lt;br /&gt;(BOTH) Fuuuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beelzeboss:&lt;br /&gt;YES YOU ARE FUCKED,&lt;br /&gt;SHIT OUT OF LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;NOW I'M COMPLETE AND MY COCK YOU WILL SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;THIS WORLD WILL BE MINE,&lt;br /&gt;AND YOUR FIRST IN LINE!&lt;br /&gt;YOU BROUGHT ME THE PICK AND NOW YOU SHALL BOTH DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenacious D:&lt;br /&gt;(JB) Waaait Waaait Waaait you mother-fucker&lt;br /&gt;we challenge you to a rock off,&lt;br /&gt;(BOTH) Give us one chance to rock your socks off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beelzeboss:&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;FUUUCK, THE DEMON CODE PREVENTS ME,&lt;br /&gt;FROM DECLINING A ROCK OFF CHALLENGE!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOUR TERMS?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE CAAATCH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenacious D:&lt;br /&gt;(JB) If we win,&lt;br /&gt;you must take your sorry ass back to hell&lt;br /&gt;and also you will have to pay our rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beelzeboss:&lt;br /&gt;AND WHAT IF I WIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenacious D:&lt;br /&gt;(JB) Then you can take Kage back to hell..&lt;br /&gt;(KG) What!?&lt;br /&gt;(JB) Trust me Kage it's the only way&lt;br /&gt;(KG) What the fuck are you talkin about?&lt;br /&gt;(JB) To be your little bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beelzeboss:&lt;br /&gt;FINE!&lt;br /&gt;LET THE ROCK OFF BEGIN HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I'M THE DEVIL,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE METAL!&lt;br /&gt;CHECK THIS RIFF,&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FUCKIN TASTY!&lt;br /&gt;I'M THE DEVIL I CAN DO WHAT I WANT&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER I'VE GOT I'M GONNA FLAUNT!&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S NEVER BEEN A ROCK OFF THAT I'VE EVER LOST!&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT WAIT TO TAKE KAGE BACK TO HELL&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA FILL HIM WITH MA HOT DEMON GEL!&lt;br /&gt;I'LL MAKE HIM SQUEAL LIKE THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenacious D:&lt;br /&gt;(JB) NOOOO! C'mon Kage bring the thunder&lt;br /&gt;(KG) There's just no way that we can win that was a masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;(JB) Listen to me-&lt;br /&gt;(KG) He rocks too hard because he's not a mortal man&lt;br /&gt;(JB) God dammit Kage,&lt;br /&gt;he gonna make you his sex slave,&lt;br /&gt;your gonna gargle Mayonnaise&lt;br /&gt;(KG) Noo&lt;br /&gt;(JB) Unless we bust a massive monster mamajam&lt;br /&gt;(KG) Dude,&lt;br /&gt;we've been through so much shit&lt;br /&gt;(JB) De-activated lasers with my dick&lt;br /&gt;(BOTH) Now it's time to blow this fucker down&lt;br /&gt;(JB) C'mon Kage now it's time to blow doors down&lt;br /&gt;(KG) I hear you Jables now it's time to blow doors down&lt;br /&gt;(JB) Light up the stage cuz its time for a showdown&lt;br /&gt;(KG) We'll bend you over then we'll take ya to brown town&lt;br /&gt;(BOTH) Now we've got to blow this fucker down&lt;br /&gt;(KG) He's gonna rape me if we do not blow doors down&lt;br /&gt;(JB) C'mon Kage cuz it's time to blow doors down&lt;br /&gt;(KG) OOOOOOh and who will piledrive ya, It's time for the black out&lt;br /&gt;(JB) Hey anti-christ-er, Beelzeboss,&lt;br /&gt;we know your weakness our rocket-sauce&lt;br /&gt;we rock the casbah, and blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;we will defeat you, for all mankind&lt;br /&gt;you hold the scepter,&lt;br /&gt;we hold the key&lt;br /&gt;you are the devil,&lt;br /&gt;we are the D&lt;br /&gt;(BOTH) We are the D (X17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beelzeboss:&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS ARE FUCKIN LAME COME ON KAGE YOUR COMIN WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;TASTE MY LIGHTNING FUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenacious D:&lt;br /&gt;(JB) NOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beelzeboss:&lt;br /&gt;OW, FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;MY FUCKIN HORN!&lt;br /&gt;OHH NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenacious D:&lt;br /&gt;(JB) From whence you came you shall remain,&lt;br /&gt;until you are complete again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beelzeboss:&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU KAGE AND FUCK YOU JABLES&lt;br /&gt;I'LL GET YOU TENACIOUS D!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-3092466662840757280?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3092466662840757280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=3092466662840757280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3092466662840757280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3092466662840757280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-4161556973635745293</id><published>2007-06-19T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:57:08.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UImUnd3E3vA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UImUnd3E3vA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! damn funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-4161556973635745293?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4161556973635745293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=4161556973635745293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4161556973635745293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4161556973635745293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/haha-damn-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-3273348499051858643</id><published>2007-06-19T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:36:24.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Butch Hunt '07 so drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andro Hunt so -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, I don't feel like going childcare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-3273348499051858643?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3273348499051858643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=3273348499051858643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3273348499051858643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3273348499051858643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/butch-hunt-07-so-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-5773557100161481779</id><published>2007-06-18T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T01:16:19.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All the smiley faces and overcompensation with courtesy can't salvage shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-5773557100161481779?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5773557100161481779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=5773557100161481779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5773557100161481779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5773557100161481779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-smiley-faces-and-overcompensation.html' title=''/><author><name>bi 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XqVqJ1HLHNo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XqVqJ1HLHNo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he gives me goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pa-6QAvosb4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pa-6QAvosb4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-3770069317076629097?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3770069317076629097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=3770069317076629097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3770069317076629097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3770069317076629097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/these-2-people-make-me-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-5682372747579862935</id><published>2007-06-15T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:54:56.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last competition tomorrow. Then its bye bye to trainings &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(and people with no morals)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-FdoZdfpmE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-FdoZdfpmE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can any of these videos NOT be about sex (?!). pffft&lt;br /&gt;nice song, but the video is just..eurghkk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-5682372747579862935?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5682372747579862935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=5682372747579862935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5682372747579862935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5682372747579862935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-competition-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-4344694582059837792</id><published>2007-06-11T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T13:38:13.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp 11th-13th&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-4344694582059837792?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4344694582059837792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=4344694582059837792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4344694582059837792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4344694582059837792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/bye-bye-camp-11th-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-1780387189527098845</id><published>2007-06-10T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T13:39:52.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 weeks of holidays. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-day camp&lt;br /&gt;2-day competition&lt;br /&gt;3 assignments due&lt;br /&gt;2 days childcare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;So won't you kill me?&lt;br /&gt;So I die happy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours to fill or burst,&lt;br /&gt;to break or bury, or wear as jewellery.&lt;br /&gt;Whichever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-1780387189527098845?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/1780387189527098845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=1780387189527098845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/1780387189527098845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/1780387189527098845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/2-weeks-of-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-1129603623437909830</id><published>2007-06-08T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T18:31:34.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another 'battle scar' for Bi Ling. She got peed on today. hooray. knn, I so nice, let that girl sit on my lap, sing song and do stupid actions. Still PEE??? Ok lets see, i got puked on, peed on, PLEASE PLEASE KIDSSSS DON'T SHIT ON ME HORRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my toilet-trained, word talking, semi-anti-violent K1s. Even if some of them have niam niam arms all the time. BUT YES, I'll take sweaty hands over mucus, saliva, mucus mixed with saliva, musc mixed with saliva mixed with food, and pee ANYTIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on the 19th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-1129603623437909830?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/1129603623437909830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=1129603623437909830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/1129603623437909830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/1129603623437909830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-battle-scar-for-bi-ling.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-7411349718034699761</id><published>2007-06-04T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:05:54.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day at childcare. Eye-candy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. The kid, not the teacher. Long (seriously long and thick) black eye-lashes, deep deep double eyelids, cute nose, medium brown hair, cute accent, nice teeth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sighhhh&lt;/span&gt; i would turn straight for you. IF you were 15 or 16 years older. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ahahhahah&lt;/span&gt;! eh, I'm not joking. He has a face which you just wanna glue your eyes to. Figuratively that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; girl, who's prettier than every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; actress on telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Bi Ling is no paedophile. She is just really attracted to REALLY cute kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-7411349718034699761?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7411349718034699761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=7411349718034699761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7411349718034699761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7411349718034699761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-day-at-childcare.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-533504426831990500</id><published>2007-06-03T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:49:13.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>childcare tomorrow. hopefully i remember the code that opens their door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new start, bi ling. so ANYBODY please SLAP me if i revert back to who i was at the previous centre (which was shit - the centre, not me).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-533504426831990500?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/533504426831990500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=533504426831990500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/533504426831990500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/533504426831990500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/childcare-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-136695465834303902</id><published>2007-06-03T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:45:26.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oouh...I just re-did the whole www.nparchery.blogspot.com  Tell me nice not???? haha. I wasn't the one who did the logo though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to what I'm supposed to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for childcare.&lt;br /&gt;Save for taxi fares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-136695465834303902?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/136695465834303902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=136695465834303902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/136695465834303902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/136695465834303902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/oouh.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-2104769449307843981</id><published>2007-06-02T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:43:25.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7p0z1y5mg_E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7p0z1y5mg_E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to singapore please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-2104769449307843981?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/2104769449307843981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=2104769449307843981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/2104769449307843981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/2104769449307843981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/come-to-singapore-please.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-8047601413601970900</id><published>2007-06-01T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T02:36:26.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went shopping with my mother this afternoon. OMG so traumatic can. Quarrel every 2 mins, and joke every 4. K its just a rough gauge. BUT STILL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and at Topman, there was this bunch of guys. Some were well dressed and some were...well......dressed. The well....dressed guy said something about Topman clothes being gay, and the well-dressed guy (think tight tee, deep V neck, skinny jeans) said NO, its metrosexual Kaaaayyyy. *haha so gay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, that well....dressed guy continued with something bout how gays carry their mineral water bottle (WTF??!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to continue this post. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-8047601413601970900?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8047601413601970900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=8047601413601970900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8047601413601970900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8047601413601970900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/06/went-shopping-with-my-mother-this.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-1998162295623240419</id><published>2007-05-31T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T02:13:19.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooh..I just finished watching Spider Lilies. I still don't understand why they rate it R21 here. Just cos it has girl-girl relationship? pfftt and why they hell does the movie look like porn in the movie poster thing? Its FAR from porn can. - .-'''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mv_mv_roles"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle Leong damn hot!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BwIfuOMRS1Q"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BwIfuOMRS1Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="280" width="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's 19.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-1998162295623240419?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/1998162295623240419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=1998162295623240419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/1998162295623240419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/1998162295623240419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/05/oooh.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-7031402123395962065</id><published>2007-05-27T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:50:47.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Indigo Girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever clever song writing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just an empty dream, too big for hope to fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-7031402123395962065?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7031402123395962065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=7031402123395962065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7031402123395962065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7031402123395962065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/05/indigo-girls-clever-clever-song-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-3492132348525701746</id><published>2007-05-25T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T01:24:19.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STOP trying to get my attention. You should know by now that it doesn't work shit on me. If not, then I really  don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being incredibly cryptic here, but what the hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-3492132348525701746?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3492132348525701746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=3492132348525701746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3492132348525701746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3492132348525701746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/05/stop-trying-to-get-my-attention.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-5281990897803255356</id><published>2007-05-22T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:24:31.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting very irritable nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do. so little time. so little patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my right inner/middle ear is hurting like fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-5281990897803255356?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5281990897803255356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=5281990897803255356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5281990897803255356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5281990897803255356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-getting-very-irritable-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-3152296442761441784</id><published>2007-05-20T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T00:48:38.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk</title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm 19 years and 5 days old now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-3152296442761441784?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3152296442761441784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=3152296442761441784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3152296442761441784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3152296442761441784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/05/tsk.html' title='tsk'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-7246036129054946448</id><published>2007-05-14T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:57:27.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cure</title><content type='html'>yay yay i found the 'cure'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you click 'create' and see some weird layout,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just add a '2' to the url&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for e.g.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=996549&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=924235&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-daaaa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-7246036129054946448?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7246036129054946448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=7246036129054946448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7246036129054946448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7246036129054946448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/05/cure.html' title='cure'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-387712250010263235</id><published>2007-05-13T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:17:28.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="headingLarge"&gt;Field Guide to the Loner: The Real Insiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt;     Loners are pitied in our up-with-people culture. But the introvert reaps secret joy from the solitary life.   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;!-- UdmComment --&gt;  &lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 12px; width: 247px;"&gt;   &lt;!-- BEGIN SEARCH MODULE --&gt;       &lt;div style="width: 247px; padding-top: 12px;"&gt; &lt;form name="articleModule" method="get" action="http://therapist.psychologytoday.com/rms/prof_results.php"&gt;    &lt;input name="stype" value="new" type="hidden"&gt;    &lt;!-- TABLE TO CONTAIN SEARCH --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;ss="selected"&gt;&lt;a href="#" rel="tcontent2"&gt;Most Popular&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;'); --&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/pto-20070320-000001.html#" rel="tcontent2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; float: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- end table diggit --&gt; &lt;!-- /UdmComment --&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;By:&lt;a href="mailto:letters@psychologytoday.com" class="text"&gt;Elizabeth  Svoboda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="text"&gt;Page 1 of 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt; &lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="first"&gt;Miina Matsuoka lives by herself in New York City. She owns two cats and routinely screens her calls. But before you jump to conclusions, note that she is comfortable hobnobbing in any of five languages for her job as business manager at an international lighting-design firm. She just strongly prefers not to socialize, opting instead for long baths, DVDs, and immersion in her art projects. She does have good, close friends, and goes dancing about once a month, but afterward feels a strong need to "hide and recoup." In our society, where extroverts make up three-quarters of the population, loners (except Henry David Thoreau) are pegged as creepy or pathetic. But soloists like Matsuoka can function just fine in the world—they simply prefer traveling through their own interior universe. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text"&gt;Loners often hear from well-meaning peers that they need to be more social, but the implication that they're merely black-and-white opposites of their bubbly peers misses the point. Introverts aren't just less sociable than extroverts; they also engage with the world in fundamentally different ways. While outgoing people savor the nuances of social interaction, loners tend to focus more on their own ideas—and on stimuli that don't register in the minds of others. Social engagement drains them, while quiet time gives them an energy boost. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text"&gt;Contrary to popular belief, not all loners have a pathological fear of social contact. "Some people simply have a low need for affiliation," says Jonathan Cheek, a psychologist at Wellesley College. "There's a big subdivision between the loner-by-preference and the enforced loner." Those who choose the living room over the ballroom may have inherited their temperament, Cheek says. Or a penchant for solitude could reflect a mix of innate tendencies and experiences such as not having many friends as a child or growing up in a family that values privacy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text"&gt;James McGinty, for one, is a caseworker in Cleveland who opted out of a career as a lawyer because he didn't feel socially on-the-ball enough for the job's daily demands. He has a small circle of friends, but prefers to dine solo. "I had a bad cold over the Thanksgiving holiday, but that spared me from having to go to my brother-in-law's," he says. "I'm not a scrooge; it's the gatherings I dread." Matsuoka feels his pain: "I can't do large crowds with a lot of noise," she says. "It's stressful to maintain positive interactions and introduce yourself 20 times. I really have to turn on my motor to do that." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt; &lt;span class="title"&gt;Solitary Pleasures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="text"&gt;Matsuoka, who is divorced, is open to romantic relationships, but "whomever I'm with must know that at least one day a week I need to lock myself in my room and stick feathers on a sculpture," she warns. Artwork is a form of meditation for her. "I get completely sucked in. It clears my mind until nothing disturbs me." While a few studies have shown a correlation between creativity, originality, and introversion, perhaps more striking is the greater enjoyment introverts seem to reap from creative endeavors.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text"&gt;Amanda Guyer, a psychologist at the National Institutes of Health in Bethesda, Maryland, has found that socially withdrawn people have increased sensitivity to all kinds of emotional interactions and sensory cues, which may mean that they find pleasure where others do not. Guyer separated child subjects into "outgoing" and "reserved" groups and then had them play a game in which they had to press a button in order to win money. The reserved subjects showed two to three times more activity in the striatum region of the brain, which is associated with reward, than did the more outgoing ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text"&gt;Page 2 of 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt; &lt;p class="first"&gt;Previous MRI studies have shown that during social situations, specific areas in the brains of loners experience especially lively blood flow, indicating a sort of overstimulation, which explains why they find parties so wearying. But Guyer's results suggest that introverts may be more attuned to all sorts of positive experiences as well. This added sensitivity, she speculates, could mean that people who are reserved have an ability to respond quickly to situations—such as coming to your aid in a moment of need—or show unusual empathy to a friend, due to their strong emotional antennae.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="text"&gt;Research by San Francisco psychotherapist Elaine Aron bears out Guyer's hunch, demonstrating that withdrawn people typically have very high sensory acuity. Because loners are good at noticing subtleties that other people miss, Aron says, they are well-suited for careers that require close observation, like writing and scientific research. It's no surprise that famous historical loners include Emily Dickinson, Stanley Kubrick, and Isaac Newton. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;     &lt;span class="title"&gt;The Unhealthy Case of the Lonely Loner&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p class="text"&gt;The content introverts' camp closely borders the land of the socially anxious. Matsuoka, for example, says she was "pathologically shy" as a child, which likely laid the groundwork for her current lifestyle, even though she grew much more confident in her 20s. Those who remain "enforced loners" long to spend time with people, but shyness and anxiety inhibit them from doing so. "Introverts are people who like to be alone," says Paula Montgomery, an accountant from St. Louis. "I prefer to be around other people, but because of my shyness, it's difficult for me to join groups and make friends." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="text"&gt;Such loners have several stress-inducing strikes against them: They may get butterflies whenever they have to face in-person encounters, and they are subject to outside pressure to be sociable. When major life problems crop up, loners are also less likely to seek out social support.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="text"&gt;John Cacioppo, a psychologist at the University of Chicago, has highlighted social isolation as a health-risk factor on par with obesity and smoking. "Loneliness is like hunger and thirst—a signal to help your genes survive," Cacioppo says. "When you're lonely, there's a stress response in your body, and it's not healthy to sustain that for a long time."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text"&gt;If you want to read at the site itself, &lt;a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/index.php?term=pto-20070320-000001&amp;page=2"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="text"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-387712250010263235?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/387712250010263235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=387712250010263235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/387712250010263235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/387712250010263235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/05/field-guide-to-loner-real-insiders_13.html' title='loner'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-4563797429496016401</id><published>2007-05-13T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:00:32.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="headingLarge"&gt;Field Guide to the Loner: The Real Insiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt;     Loners are pitied in our up-with-people culture. But the introvert reaps secret joy from the solitary life.   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;!-- UdmComment --&gt;  &lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 12px; width: 247px;"&gt;   &lt;!-- BEGIN SEARCH MODULE --&gt;       &lt;div style="width: 247px; padding-top: 12px;"&gt; &lt;form name="articleModule" method="get" action="http://therapist.psychologytoday.com/rms/prof_results.php"&gt;    &lt;input name="stype" value="new" type="hidden"&gt;    &lt;!-- TABLE TO CONTAIN SEARCH --&gt;    &lt;table summary="td-search" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="247"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="height: 145px; background-image: url(/pto/images/article_search_11.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat;"&gt;      &lt;!-- EMBEDDED TABLE FOR FORM CLUSTER --&gt;     &lt;table style="padding-right: 12px; padding-top: 4px; width: 182px; height: 128px;" summary="td-search1" align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;     &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;      &lt;td style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(57, 69, 91); font-size: 9pt; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="height: 39px; width: 247px; background-image: url(/pto/images/article_search_22.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;ss="selected"&gt;&lt;a href="#" rel="tcontent2"&gt;Most Popular&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;'); --&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/pto-20070320-000001.html#" rel="tcontent2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; float: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- end table diggit --&gt; &lt;!-- /UdmComment --&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;By:&lt;a href="mailto:letters@psychologytoday.com" class="text"&gt;Elizabeth  Svoboda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="text"&gt;Page 1 of 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt; &lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="first"&gt;Miina Matsuoka lives by herself in New York City. She owns two cats and routinely screens her calls. But before you jump to conclusions, note that she is comfortable hobnobbing in any of five languages for her job as business manager at an international lighting-design firm. She just strongly prefers not to socialize, opting instead for long baths, DVDs, and immersion in her art projects. She does have good, close friends, and goes dancing about once a month, but afterward feels a strong need to "hide and recoup." In our society, where extroverts make up three-quarters of the population, loners (except Henry David Thoreau) are pegged as creepy or pathetic. But soloists like Matsuoka can function just fine in the world—they simply prefer traveling through their own interior universe. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text"&gt;Loners often hear from well-meaning peers that they need to be more social, but the implication that they're merely black-and-white opposites of their bubbly peers misses the point. Introverts aren't just less sociable than extroverts; they also engage with the world in fundamentally different ways. While outgoing people savor the nuances of social interaction, loners tend to focus more on their own ideas—and on stimuli that don't register in the minds of others. Social engagement drains them, while quiet time gives them an energy boost. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text"&gt;Contrary to popular belief, not all loners have a pathological fear of social contact. "Some people simply have a low need for affiliation," says Jonathan Cheek, a psychologist at Wellesley College. "There's a big subdivision between the loner-by-preference and the enforced loner." Those who choose the living room over the ballroom may have inherited their temperament, Cheek says. Or a penchant for solitude could reflect a mix of innate tendencies and experiences such as not having many friends as a child or growing up in a family that values privacy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text"&gt;James McGinty, for one, is a caseworker in Cleveland who opted out of a career as a lawyer because he didn't feel socially on-the-ball enough for the job's daily demands. He has a small circle of friends, but prefers to dine solo. "I had a bad cold over the Thanksgiving holiday, but that spared me from having to go to my brother-in-law's," he says. "I'm not a scrooge; it's the gatherings I dread." Matsuoka feels his pain: "I can't do large crowds with a lot of noise," she says. "It's stressful to maintain positive interactions and introduce yourself 20 times. I really have to turn on my motor to do that." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt; &lt;span class="title"&gt;Solitary Pleasures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="text"&gt;Matsuoka, who is divorced, is open to romantic relationships, but "whomever I'm with must know that at least one day a week I need to lock myself in my room and stick feathers on a sculpture," she warns. Artwork is a form of meditation for her. "I get completely sucked in. It clears my mind until nothing disturbs me." While a few studies have shown a correlation between creativity, originality, and introversion, perhaps more striking is the greater enjoyment introverts seem to reap from creative endeavors.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text"&gt;Amanda Guyer, a psychologist at the National Institutes of Health in Bethesda, Maryland, has found that socially withdrawn people have increased sensitivity to all kinds of emotional interactions and sensory cues, which may mean that they find pleasure where others do not. Guyer separated child subjects into "outgoing" and "reserved" groups and then had them play a game in which they had to press a button in order to win money. The reserved subjects showed two to three times more activity in the striatum region of the brain, which is associated with reward, than did the more outgoing ones. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-4563797429496016401?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4563797429496016401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=4563797429496016401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4563797429496016401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4563797429496016401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/05/field-guide-to-loner-real-insiders.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-2908060956412216418</id><published>2007-05-12T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T16:20:36.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People are polishing their bows and waxing their bow strings, I'm polishing my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different priorities I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar polish is.....weird smelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit. I forgot what i was supposed to blog about. TSK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-2908060956412216418?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/2908060956412216418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=2908060956412216418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/2908060956412216418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/2908060956412216418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/05/people-are-polishing-their-bows-and.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-898782629549490609</id><published>2007-05-12T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:13:54.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay, my birthday's coming. yay. yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel old already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-898782629549490609?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/898782629549490609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=898782629549490609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/898782629549490609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/898782629549490609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/05/yay-my-birthdays-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-7877337841240941807</id><published>2007-05-08T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T01:57:58.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pervs</title><content type='html'>WTH. I saw so many pervs today. I see already also angry. First, there was this short/unmuscular guy on the 184 I was taking on the way to school. He was shorter than me ok. This quite hot girl came on the bus and he stared. The move-head-up-down-stare. Think thats bad? guess what he did next? He grinned from ear to ear to himself. what the fuck. Throughout the whole bus ride from clementi mrt to NP, he was doing the up-down-stare. AND HE THINKS HE'S VERY CUTE BUT NO. GRRRRR smug ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus home after school and alighted at some bus stop near chai chee to change bus. Then this old man can strolling down the bus stop and DID THE SAME UP-DOWN-STARE at every lady he walked past! omg wtf. Just imagine him walking forward, but his eyes were fixated on some lady's ass behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, all I can say is arm yourself with a KICK-ASS stare. It works 80% of the time. Be confident enough to stare back, cos these people do not deserve niceness, and eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-7877337841240941807?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7877337841240941807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=7877337841240941807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7877337841240941807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7877337841240941807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/05/wth.html' title='pervs'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-6026725471682558680</id><published>2007-05-05T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:03:02.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUVJmDWLWd8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUVJmDWLWd8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this fetish for mad mad fretboard work. 'Flight of the Bumblebee' is DAMN DIFFICULT to play k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uOs1HC29zh4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uOs1HC29zh4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, he dropped his pick at 1:03, but continued playing. omgomg. And...&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-6026725471682558680?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6026725471682558680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=6026725471682558680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6026725471682558680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6026725471682558680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/05/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-1284690337147978996</id><published>2007-05-02T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T23:38:19.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleah</title><content type='html'>I've seen too many excel boxes. HEADACHE. )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-1284690337147978996?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/1284690337147978996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=1284690337147978996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/1284690337147978996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/1284690337147978996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/05/bleah.html' title='bleah'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-8957864688631789405</id><published>2007-05-02T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:27:02.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What would you do if you had parents who wanted to leave the house early so they wouldn't have to entertain or talk to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its not blatant favouritism, I just have nothing for them to be proud of. A daughter who skips classes (more than she's Supposed to skip her meals), gets warning letters instead of letters of commendation. I have nothing to my name. Literally, nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lets see, my brother has many trophies, got into dunman HIGH, JC, JC soccer team, student council nominee, doesn't ask anything from parents, and many more good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who needs me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-8957864688631789405?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8957864688631789405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=8957864688631789405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8957864688631789405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8957864688631789405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/05/family.html' title='family'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-5676182236660970219</id><published>2007-05-01T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:37:42.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fix you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you try your best but you don't succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Could it be worse&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Coldplay 'Fix You'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-5676182236660970219?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5676182236660970219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=5676182236660970219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5676182236660970219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5676182236660970219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/05/fix-you.html' title='fix you'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-3018105441428868814</id><published>2007-05-01T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:17:50.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck it</title><content type='html'>What's the point of trying repeatedly to bring your family closer, when no one else is trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate fucking blatant favouritism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-3018105441428868814?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3018105441428868814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=3018105441428868814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3018105441428868814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3018105441428868814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/05/fucki-it.html' title='fuck it'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-8331675712606981691</id><published>2007-04-29T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:38:52.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate it when</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Hate It When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate it when people are ignorant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. I hate it when I can't stand others' idiosyncrasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate it when I can't speak up to my parents. Yes, I always swallow my words in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate it when I can't stand my friends sometimes. Eh, sometimes only hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate it when relatives talk behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate it when others don't appreciate what they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate it when guys gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate it when guys gossip &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ABOUT GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. I hate it when people use 'gay' as an insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate it when ANYONE makes any undesirable noise when I'm watching a show without english subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I hate it when people ask something of me without the least amount of politeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I hate it when people ask me to change something I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I hate it when I can't hear my alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I hate it when people's ideals of anyone being beautiful is so shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I hate it when I forget something the instant I thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I hate it when I suck at something I'm supposed to be good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I hate it when others take their priorities as my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I hate it when people fail to see that there are things around them bigger than themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I hate it when people are selfish, to a large extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I hate it when I'm unable to be true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I hate it when I think things over too thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I hate it when people take me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I hate it when people don't reply my messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I hate it when people are OVERLY lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I hate it when people don't have their own opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I hate it when people can't say 'no'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I hate it when people put up false pretences, and make it so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I hate it when people use aliases when tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I hate it when people tell me things last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I hate it when I always have to give up something that I want, whether by choice or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hate it when I hate all of the above, because whether I do it knowingly or not, I'm still one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-8331675712606981691?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8331675712606981691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=8331675712606981691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8331675712606981691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8331675712606981691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hate-it-when.html' title='I hate it when'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-7011797699384589324</id><published>2007-04-25T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:47:29.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mm lee</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read the posts below slowly la huh. start from the april 23rd one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *HEART* MM Lee!! damn he's wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(k i know i'm not THAT big on activism but...at least i keep up with the news right, in someway. haha or eventually.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-7011797699384589324?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7011797699384589324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=7011797699384589324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7011797699384589324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7011797699384589324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/mm-lee.html' title='mm lee'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-7192395389402746488</id><published>2007-04-25T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:36:35.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“no option” but to decriminalise gay sex, says MM Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;April 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;“no option” but to decriminalise gay sex, says MM Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By News Editor&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Following his widely reported comments on April 21 about homosexuality and whether current gay sex laws should be retained in Singapore, Reuters news agency asked Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew about whether he thought the government should repeal its gay sex law.     What follows are the full transcripts of MM Lee Kuan Yew's remarks at the dialogue session with the youth wing of the People's Action Party last Saturday and his interview with Reuters that have been carried by newspapers around the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 24, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Reuters transcript:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Q: Okay and then, homosexuality. You had a discussion with Young PAP members at the weekend. You know we study the Straits Times words for whatever they write to say about you. You seem to indicate that you wanted to decriminalise homosexuality. However, the Ministry of Home Affairs, when they viewed the Penal Code at the end of last year, they didn’t say that. Do you think that in the new cosmopolitan &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, the government wants homosexual act between men should be legalised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee: I am not in charge of government policy. I am just a Minister Mentor. When my son became Prime Minister he wanted to make it quite clear to everybody that I don’t decide policy. I am just a &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mentor&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. My value is that of a mentor. So, I expressed my views, they make the decision. I just received a copy of my The Cam (?), the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Cambridge&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; magazine. The latest Cam has one article of how homosexuality has been more or less part of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cambridge&lt;/st1:city&gt; life and even part of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cambridge&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; literature. I don’t know if that is so. But I mean they produced documents, not documents, they produced books and they have photographs of the people involved. I was surprised not to see John Mayorarchis (?) photo in there. Because he is well known to be that way inclined. Maybe they didn’t have enough evidence. So, they didn’t want to put something which was tendentious or they couldn’t prove. It shows how the Americans have pushed this, followed b the Europeans and given a lot of push to homosexuals the world over. And they say, look, let’s go with the world, let’s not pretend it doesn’t exist. I think Muslim societies will be loath to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee: I believe Buddhist and Hindu societies maybe more accommodating over a period of time… But the Minister for Home Affairs… it… He has… the pulse of the heartlands and we don’t want to unnecessarily go against… the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Of course you said mainly the policy you have basically is that we don’t want to promote it as a lifestyle, you know, sometimes you ban gay events or gay films but of course…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee: We are not promoters of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee: And we are not going to allow &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to become the vanguard of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;South East Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Exactly. Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee: We will follow the world. A few respectable steps behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: But would you consider, I mean, did we read this correctly you saying that we should decriminalise it eventually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee: &lt;b&gt;Eventually I cannot put a finger on it. But I would say if this is the way the world is going and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is part of that interconnected world and I think it is, then I see no option for &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; but to be part of it. They tell me and anyway it is probably half-true that homosexuals are creative writers, dancers, etcetera. And there is some biblical evidence of that and if we want creative people then we got to put up with their idiosyncrasies. So, long as they don’t infect the heartland.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 21, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt of dialogue session with the youth wing of the People's Action Party held in the Dragonfly room of St James Power Station, a trendy nightspot:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Q: Good afternoon, Sir. I've just got a quick question because you were talking just now about integration and globalisation. So I've just got a question. I'm Loretta Chen from Hougang. I'm a theatre director, so my question has to deal with censorship. Sir, recently I actually wrote a proposal to the Esplanade and it's a play based on Annabel Chong 251. I was very happy, it was passed and I staged it. Most of the scenes in there were left completely intact except for one line which goes, "In the beginning was the body..." and those five words were taken out, which I happily obliged. But my question is where is censorship headed for the next two decades and what are the paradigms or what are the OB markers for censorship in the next two decades? Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM Lee: I can't answer that because I don't know how the world is going. We are constantly adapting to the world. We do not live in isolation. We are being educated using the English language. We are open to all the influences that come with the English language. We also read the Chinese language, we read the Malay language, we read our native languages, and we are travelling and people are coming here and doing business here. So, if you look at &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in the 1950s or 1960s or 1970s and the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; today, it's different because you are adjusting to the reality of the world. So when the Cabinet was discussing Crazy Horse, you know, they applied for Crazy Horse to come here, and there was very strong objections. So I came up to give my tuppence worth. I said, "Look, once upon a time, Singaporeans watched peep shows. You know, you pay 10 cents and you turn an old film in a box at Chinese wayangs. Today, they are going to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, they go to the Folies Bergere, I mean it doesn't make sense anymore." I said, "Let it go." So they said, "No, we must stop this, stop that." I said, "You either go with the world and be part of the world or you will find that we become a quaint, a quixotic, esoteric appendage of the world." But at the same time is everything okay? Does everything go? I said, "No." So if you look at the Catholic Church and they have lasted 2,000 years, there are certain Nos. You take their most contentious and controversial no - no contraceptives. So if you read in the newspapers, the newspaper say, "The Filipino women want contraceptives." And it's being flouted by all the Italians and Romans there when their birth rate is lower than &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and it's not by the natural method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is it useless then? No, I don't think it's useless. The Church says: I proclaim that this is bad. But if you do it, you will know that you are doing something which somebody in high authority have thought over and think it's wrong. You can overrule that, this is your decision, you do it. But I think in the same way we have to decide on behalf of society what is the long-term effect of this, and if you prohibit it will it work, and if it doesn't work and it is flouted, does it do harm? Which is better? - to let it run freely or say, "No", have it surreptitiously flouted at the margins - you've got to weigh the two odds. But, I mean you take this business of &lt;b&gt;homosexuality. It raises tempers all over the world, and even in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. If in fact it is true, and I have asked doctors this, that you are genetically born a homosexual because that's the nature of the genetic random transmission of genes, you can't help it. So why should we criminalise it? But there's such a strong inhibition in all societies. Christianity, Islam, even the Hindu, Chinese societies and we are now confronted with a persisting aberration. But is it an aberration? It's a genetic variation. So what do we do? I think we pragmatically adjust, carry our people... don't upset them and suddenly upset their sense of propriety and right and wrong, but at the same time let's not go around like this moral police do in Malaysia, barging into people's rooms and say "khalwat". That's not our business.&lt;/b&gt; So, you have to take a practical, pragmatic approach to what I see is an inevitable force of time and circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Vivian Balakrishnan (Minister for Community Development, Youth and Sports, and Second Minister for Information, Communications and the Arts): Where does that leave the family and family values in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; of the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM Lee: It depends on how strongly you inculcate those values. You know, the Catholic Church says, "If you give me your child for 12 years, I've made him a Catholic for life." And I think that's true. The school cannot do for this child what the parents must do themselves. That's true everywhere. And I think each community, each pair of parents must decide what kind of values they want to inculcate in their children. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And, therefore, in the early years, what kind of... if you're a Catholic, you want to send him to a Catholic school or a school where they will teach certain values or whatever, and make sure they don't mix up with friends who will get them into bad habits. But once they are grown up, in their late teens, well, they got to mix up with the world and... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but internally they already have their moral compass&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;source: http://www.fridae.com/newsfeatures/article.php?articleid=1907&amp;viewarticle=1 &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/TBL/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image002.gif" alt="ae" shapes="_x0000_i1025" height="8" width="13" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-7192395389402746488?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7192395389402746488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=7192395389402746488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7192395389402746488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7192395389402746488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-option-but-to-decriminalise-gay-sex.html' title='“no option” but to decriminalise gay sex, says MM Lee'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-7193954152074526295</id><published>2007-04-25T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:23:55.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reading the tea leaves: MM lee kuan yew on homosexuality in singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;April 24, 2007 reading the tea leaves: MM lee kuan yew on homosexuality in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; &lt;strong&gt;By Alex Au&lt;/strong&gt;   Was MM Lee Kuan Yew asking a rhetorical question when he said, "Why should we criminalise it [homosexuality]?" &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s pioneer gay activist and Fridae columnist Alex Au picks his remarks and related media reports apart.     &lt;i&gt;View video and/or read news report “&lt;a href="http://www.fridae.com/newsfeatures/article.php?articleid=1905&amp;viewarticle=1"&gt;Singapore's Lee Kuan Yew questions gay sex law&lt;/a&gt;” here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking in riddles - that's what sages are supposed to do. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;'s former prime minister, 83-year-old Lee Kuan Yew, who is still in the cabinet as Minister Mentor, seemed to have done just that last Saturday night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In fact, I can see two riddles. The first arises from the differences in the &lt;i&gt;Straits Times'&lt;/i&gt; reporting of his words. There was a noticeable change in emphasis from the Sunday report to Monday's. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second was, of course, what exactly did Lee mean when he said what he said. Careful analysis of his words indicate a few knowns, but leave just as many unknowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The newspaper riddle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did he say? To some extent, that depends on whether one is relying on the Sunday or Monday story in the &lt;i&gt;Straits Times&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday version couched Lee's words in terms of how &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;'s handling of censorship would evolve as the world changes. First, Lee talked about Crazy Horse, the nude girlie revue that recently folded for lack of business, but nonetheless whose official permission marked a milestone of sorts for the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how the &lt;b&gt;Straits Times'&lt;/b&gt; Internet edition on Sunday (22 April 2007) reported it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘I said you either go with the world and be part of the world or you will find that you become a quaint, a quixoted, esoteric appendage of the world,’ Mr Lee said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does that mean everything gets the go-ahead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newspaper then said the gay issue was one instance of a "not quite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mr Lee gave the example of how &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has dealt with the homosexuality issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You take this business of homosexuality. It raises tempers all over the world and even in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;! If in fact it is true - and I've asked doctors this - that you are genetically born a homosexual, because that's the nature of the genetic random transmission of genes, you can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So why should we criminalise it? But there's such a strong inhibition in all societies - Christianity, Islam, Hindu, Chinese societies and we are now confronted with a persisting aberration. But is it an aberration? It is a genetic variation. So what do we do? I think we pragmatically adjust,' he said. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did he mean by "pragmatically adjust" in the light of "strong inhibitions"? How much adjustment did he envisage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, you would have noticed that the report indicated that while the government would be "pragmatic," there was still reason to criminalise it. There were objections from many quarters, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in Monday's edition of the &lt;i&gt;Straits Times&lt;/i&gt;, the angle was quite different. Lee's words were re-paragraphed thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'If in fact it is true, and I have asked doctors this, that you are genetically born a homosexual - because that's the nature of the genetic random transmission of genes - you can't help it. So why should we criminalise it?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd notice that the sentence "Why should we criminalise it" got transplanted from the second paragraph to the first, where it now sounded like a rhetorical question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headline too emphasised the new angle. "Govt not moral police" it said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say what happened between Sunday and Monday. Perhaps the editors themselves reviewed the transcript and felt that overall, Lee was being more positive than negative, or, Lee's office could have telephoned the editors to tell them their (Sunday) reading of his words were off the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it does seem to suggest two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the question of homosexuality preoccupies the government's mind to some extent. Of countless things that Lee could have spoken about to illustrate necessary change in the years ahead, he chose to talk about homosexuality. For decades, the knee-jerk reaction used to be that the status quo was fine and gay rights was a non-issue. In this sense, to have forced our way into the cabinet's consciousness could be read as a positive development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the thrust of what he was saying was that the government "have to take a practical, pragmatic approach to what I see is an inevitable force of time and circumstance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was acknowledging an end-point - "an inevitable force..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two certainties? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings us to two things that we can read with some certainty from Lee's words. The first is that the government now seems to acknowledge that eventually, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; needs to bring itself abreast of social trends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Lee himself appears to be increasingly persuaded that homosexual orientation is innate. Notice his words about "genetically born a homosexual." My own reading of the scientific literature is that it is more complex than that. Genes do play a role, but so do other biological factors. However, as far as I can see, no reputable study has shown a significant role for social factors, despite the best efforts of the religious rightwing to promote such a notion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't get into that here. It is enough to note that effectively, Lee dismissed the religious construction of homosexuality. He said, " But is it an aberration? It is a genetic variation. So what do we do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The time frame riddle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee spoke about adjustment and being pragmatic. However, let's not assume that the end-point is anytime soon. He didn't say that the change we would like to see would come tomorrow. It could be 20 years hence. That's the next riddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One theory is that he was merely trying to counter demands from the religious rightwing to actively prosecute gay people. Some churches had recently called on the government to criminalise lesbian sex. And recently, church newsletters have been running articles reiterating their ideological positions on the "sin" of homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee's words, "let's not go around like this moral police... barging into people's rooms. That's not our business," should, according to this theory, be read in this light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other, more optimistic, theory is that the government is indeed considering further moves. The Law Society, after all, has recently recommended complete repeal of Section 377A of the Penal Code, which makes sex between men an offence punishable by up to two years' imprisonment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to read the tea leaves. We'll just have to keep up the pressure and see. Our work is not yet done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alex Au has been a gay activist for over 10 years and is the co-founder of gay advocacy group People Like Us. Alex is also the author of the well-known &lt;a href="http://www.yawningbread.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Yawning Bread&lt;/a&gt; web site.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="ae" style="'width:9.75pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\TBL\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.gif" href="http://www.fridae.com/images/ae.gif"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/TBL/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image002.gif" alt="ae" shapes="_x0000_i1025" border="0" height="8" width="13" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;source: http://www.fridae.com/newsfeatures/article.php?articleid=1906&amp;amp;viewarticle=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-7193954152074526295?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7193954152074526295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=7193954152074526295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7193954152074526295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7193954152074526295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/reading-tea-leaves-mm-lee-kuan-yew-on.html' title='reading the tea leaves: MM lee kuan yew on homosexuality in singapore'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-4435382964392343902</id><published>2007-04-25T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:31:30.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singapore's lee kuan yew questions gay sex law</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;April 23, 2007 singapore's lee kuan yew questions gay sex law&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;By News Editor&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly a decade after his widely quoted remarks about the gay issue in Singapore in a 1998 CNN interview, former PM Lee Kuan Yew again commented on the issue over the weekend – this time acknowledging that homosexuality might be genetically determined and questioned the city-state's ban on sex between men.     Speaking at a weekend meeting with the youth wing of the People's Action Party, Singapore's ruling political party, Singapore’s founding father was quoted as saying by the Straits Times: “If in fact it is true, and I have asked doctors this, that you are genetically born a homosexual - because that's the nature of the genetic random transmission of genes - you can't help it. So why should we criminalise it?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He was replying to a question from Young PAP activist Loretta Chen, who feels that current censorship guidelines are ambiguous and had asked where censorship was headed in the next two decades. The theatre director referenced her recent controversial play &lt;i&gt;251&lt;/i&gt; about Singaporean porn actress Annabel Chong which dealt with pornography, performance art and alternative sexualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Referring to homosexuality, Minister Mentor Lee – the father of Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong – said that it is an issue that “raises tempers all over the world, and even in America,” further noting that there is a “strong inhibition” in all societies – be they Christian, Islamic, Hindu or Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And we are now confronted “with a persisting aberration.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But is it an aberration?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It's a genetic variation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what do we do? I think we pragmatically adjust, carry our people...don't upset them and suddenly upset their sense of propriety and right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But at the same time let's not go around like this moral police...barging into people's rooms. That's not our business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So you have to take a practical, pragmatic approach to what I see is an inevitable force of time and circumstance.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1998, Lee responded to a question from an unnamed caller, who asked for the then Senior Minister’s view about the future for gay people in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; during a call-in program on CNN International.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee replied: “Well, it's not a matter which I can decide or any government can decide. It's a question of what a society considers acceptable. And as you know, Singaporeans are by and large a very conservative, orthodox society, a very, I would say, completely different from, say, the United States and I don't think an aggressive gay rights movement would help. But what we are doing as a government is to leave people to live their own lives so long as they don't impinge on other people. I mean, we don't harass anybody.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section 377A of the Penal Code currently provides for a 2-year jail term for “any male person who, in public or private, commits, or abets the commission of, or procures or attempts to procure the commission by any male person of, any act of gross indecency with another male person.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Home Affairs Ministry announced last year that although anal and oral sex in private among between consenting heterosexual adults will soon be decriminalised as part if the citystate’s first major penal code amendments in 22 years, it would retain the ban on sexual acts between men. The ministry later added that it would not be 'proactive' in enforcing this law against consensual acts that take place in private.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u25ssjfmiRg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u25ssjfmiRg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="280" width="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Was MM Lee Kuan Yew asking a rhetorical question when he said, "Why should we criminalise it [homosexuality]?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: http://www.fridae.com/newsfeatures/article.php?articleid=1905&amp;viewarticle=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-4435382964392343902?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4435382964392343902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=4435382964392343902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4435382964392343902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4435382964392343902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/singapores-lee-kuan-yew-questions-gay.html' title='singapore&apos;s lee kuan yew questions gay sex law'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-5698457379260623675</id><published>2007-04-24T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:08:45.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirteen</title><content type='html'>If the movie 'Thirteen' is about 13-yr-olds, then how come 13-yr-olds can't watch it when its so relatable to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-5698457379260623675?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5698457379260623675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=5698457379260623675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5698457379260623675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5698457379260623675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/thirteen_24.html' title='thirteen'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-8732289865890582872</id><published>2007-04-24T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:39:30.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>winona ryder</title><content type='html'>Hello Brad Pitt, Winona Ryder's so much hotter than you (and she kissed both your ladies. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x-9pM3t4R7A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x-9pM3t4R7A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an episode of Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FK2ZB0gSvRo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FK2ZB0gSvRo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clip from the movie 'Girl, interrupted'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-8732289865890582872?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8732289865890582872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=8732289865890582872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8732289865890582872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8732289865890582872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/winona-ryder.html' title='winona ryder'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-7676080870447736027</id><published>2007-04-23T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:41:20.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirteen</title><content type='html'>WHOA. 'Thirteen' was INTENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the kinda movie where you had to experience AT LEAST part of it to totally understand the whole thing. (no questions asked please tyvm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, watch it if you don't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another must-watch, 'Girl, interrupted'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are rated R i think. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and both have hot girls in them&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-7676080870447736027?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7676080870447736027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=7676080870447736027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7676080870447736027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7676080870447736027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/thirteen.html' title='thirteen'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-4702957348341779770</id><published>2007-04-22T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T14:47:36.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crashed out</title><content type='html'>I've never been so tired before, as in literally eyes-closing-tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home on Friday, tried to start on my weekend hw, fell asleep within minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home on Saturday after fun shoot in school, came online a while, TRIED to do my hw again, and fell asleep. I missed dinner, woke up to eat a little, then went back to sleep. Woke up to switch off my computer, and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 12 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT, have to miss basketball today to finish my hw and paperwork for archery.. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGomgomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I gonna survive year 3 like that??  =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-4702957348341779770?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4702957348341779770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=4702957348341779770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4702957348341779770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4702957348341779770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/crashed-out.html' title='crashed out'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-8233518111843233732</id><published>2007-04-19T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T11:32:08.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bacon and eggs</title><content type='html'>omg, you should try frying bacon to see how unhealthy and life-endangering it is. life-endangering cos the oil, i swear it was out to kill me. and unhealthy cos..ahhaha fry and find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bacon and scrambled eggs...very fun to make. haha (but must mop kitchen floor...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok off to type the remaining 100+ records or newcomers. i think my eyes will bleed soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-8233518111843233732?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8233518111843233732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=8233518111843233732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8233518111843233732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8233518111843233732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/bacon-and-eggs.html' title='bacon and eggs'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-7607235322564573393</id><published>2007-04-16T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:00:01.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>School was...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLAH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment due dates are scarily near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment mark percentages are worryingly high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachment is extremely...scary and near (and time+money consuming).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFFTTTTT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-7607235322564573393?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7607235322564573393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=7607235322564573393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7607235322564573393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7607235322564573393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-6877439764618545570</id><published>2007-04-14T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:31:59.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>then you might</title><content type='html'>Then you might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell the hairdresser that YOU want to leave your hair to grow longer." (x3)&lt;br /&gt;(I WANT?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might say "image is very important."&lt;br /&gt;(Just this morning you emphasized that image is worth nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might say "this is a different kind of image".&lt;br /&gt;(Image IS image.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might say "you will need to make a good impression of yourself to the principal and teachers at the centre".&lt;br /&gt;(May I repeat, I have no more interest in childcare shit. And tell ME about politics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might say "the children wouldn't know what to call you".&lt;br /&gt;(See above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might say "you have to fit in".&lt;br /&gt;(URGH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might say "change back to what you were like before".&lt;br /&gt;(People change.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might say "but I don't like the way you are now".&lt;br /&gt;(*shrugs*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might say "this is the nature of your gender, please be normal".&lt;br /&gt;(What the fuck?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might say "your haircut was just a phase, move on already".&lt;br /&gt;(Nothing is a phase.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might say "people are talking behind your back, to me".&lt;br /&gt;(I don't care about what others say, and I already knew long before you did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might say "it concerns me, the blame is put on me".&lt;br /&gt;(You shouldn't too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might say "not that I'm being unreasonable".&lt;br /&gt;(Yea right, you brought me up to be myself and now you're telling me I can't?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might say "when you have children, you'd also think like me".&lt;br /&gt;(*No Way* look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might say "you will have certain boundaries".&lt;br /&gt;(Nothing like yours.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might say "wait till you become a parent".&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah YOU wait.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might say "this is for your own good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I say "Such hypocrisy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are so disorganised now. urgh. Ignore the above if you think its stupid la huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to seeing brutally honest children, and brutally dishonest teachers and principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello childcare, cold-hearted Bi Ling here to serve you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-6877439764618545570?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6877439764618545570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=6877439764618545570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6877439764618545570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6877439764618545570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/then-you-might.html' title='then you might'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-1195365763894342222</id><published>2007-04-14T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:24:01.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>voiceover</title><content type='html'>"To survive in this world, we hold close to us those people on whom we depend. We trust in them our hopes, our fears. But what happens when trust is lost? Where do we run when things we believe in vanish before our eyes? When all seems lost, the future unknowable, our very existence in peril...all we can do...is run."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A voiceover on a certain episode of "Heroes".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-1195365763894342222?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/1195365763894342222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=1195365763894342222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/1195365763894342222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/1195365763894342222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/voiceover.html' title='voiceover'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-6333808363019911747</id><published>2007-04-11T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:38:51.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom writers</title><content type='html'>Watched "Freedom Writers" this morning, alone. WHOA great movie. I'd recommend you to catch it (ask me, I wanna watch again. haha). It was one of those movies whereby you leave the cinema STILL in thinking 'mode', and for quite some time after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parent of mine said something off-putting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh fuck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-6333808363019911747?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6333808363019911747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=6333808363019911747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6333808363019911747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6333808363019911747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/freedom-writers.html' title='freedom writers'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-7260466848843445516</id><published>2007-04-10T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:10:14.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KT Tunstall</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/evspIW2DRAY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/evspIW2DRAY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="280" width="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i call GOOD live music. Even her background voice is recorded there and then (at the start). Oh and cute too. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;whoa that voice. and them dimples&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-7260466848843445516?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7260466848843445516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=7260466848843445516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7260466848843445516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7260466848843445516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/kt-tunstall.html' title='KT Tunstall'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-5870053420160905041</id><published>2007-04-09T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T00:34:29.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay basketball was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, girls who're not afraid of the ball. woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-5870053420160905041?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5870053420160905041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=5870053420160905041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5870053420160905041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/5870053420160905041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/yay-basketball-was-fun-finally-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-6035473040327702165</id><published>2007-04-08T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T11:54:43.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try this</title><content type='html'>try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rude or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It does not take offense and is not resentful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;oh well, sometimes its the total opposite. how ironic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-6035473040327702165?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6035473040327702165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=6035473040327702165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6035473040327702165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/6035473040327702165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/try-this.html' title='try this'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-679724948822976469</id><published>2007-04-07T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T14:19:25.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss</title><content type='html'>I miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching cartoons before the school bus arrives to pick me and my brother up for afternoon school session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss waiting for the school bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being the 'clever' (just because we were in the best class) kid who had to teach kids from other classes how to read. And we enjoyed it, because we could skip assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss giving lessons at the after-school care centre with my classmates. And we enjoyed it, just because the place was air-conditioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss staring at tadpoles in the mossy school pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having holiday classes when the whole class would be so united, just to finish one whole vocab assessment book during march/june holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having extra classes during pri sch, when everyone else had either gone home to play, and us 'good' kids would stay back and have intensive vocab/grammar/higher chinese lessons. In our very own 'special' air-conditioned room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss 'sparring' with my best friend (then) before these classes start, only to ache like crap during the whole lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss making it a point to sit beside my crush(then) and throwing notes on each other's table, when the teacher wasn't looking. But it was so obvious to the rest of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being in the best class for the whole of my primary school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss aiming for a grade that I can actually achieve in primary school, where everytime someone would cry when he/she scored below 90 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas now, the higher you aim/try to climb, the harder you fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-679724948822976469?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/679724948822976469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=679724948822976469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/679724948822976469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/679724948822976469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-miss.html' title='i miss'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-3596415063130862303</id><published>2007-04-07T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T01:00:19.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people and me</title><content type='html'>I'm done hiding. Well, almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this morning my mom made a random comment (which wasn't so random to me) that my brother dresses more feminine than me. Just cos he was wearing green, and me white. (?!?!) Sighh..the innuendos in her sentences are getting harder to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, or so I've noticed/experienced, our homes are not where most of us can &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be ourselves. You may say that it is, but think hard and thorough enough, and you'll realise that its not. We can't speak freely about our feelings to parents because then, we'll be exposing a raw part of ourselves to them and it might get uncomfortable. Don't you watch TV shows and wish how that family on the screen is yours? No matter how dysfunctional? Are all children in the world left with a choice of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dysfunctional-open&lt;/span&gt; family or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non-dysfunctional-but-narrow-minded&lt;/span&gt; family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you even consider those choices at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I went to the temple this morning. It was some god's birthday or something. Yes, I'm not very much into religion, although I understand why some people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the crowd of devotees is just....overwhelming. I don't want to be stereotyping but according to what I saw, the HUGE bunch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a la&lt;/span&gt; mob of middle-aged people were just........plain uncivilised. You might say that this is some whatever culture of Singapore, that everyone is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu. &lt;/span&gt;What culture?! It's just self-serving and ill-mannered people I see. The people were shoving one another aside just to get into the temple (ohh god bless &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you, &lt;/span&gt;yeah you who did 'evil'  to gain good). Most are shaking their head, mumbling to themselves (but making a point at being heard) that everyone else is inconsiderate/impatient. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt;, I see their elbow fly towards me.   - .-""" So then everyone (or maybe just me) goes by the "You play nice, I play nice." rule. But then you see, it almost never starts with anyone being nice. And so the 'cycle' continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bi Ling will still play nice though. Till she really can't 'tahan' anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-3596415063130862303?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3596415063130862303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=3596415063130862303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3596415063130862303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3596415063130862303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/people-and-me.html' title='people and me'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-8068376010921188940</id><published>2007-04-06T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T15:40:25.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>Yeah right, like I can go on a hiatus. Hello, I'm back, after a 12 1/2 hours 'break'. Just back from temple and a trip to Tampines. I'll talk about the temple in another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time in 2 years (whoa) I talked to my supervisor and colleagues at shop n save. Now Bi Ling can die peacefully. Has it been that long since I went back there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talked to most of them, finally. Been wanting to go back there since yes, 2 years ago. You know how you haven't talked to someone for so long, and after doing so, you leave feeling 'WHOA'. K well that's not exactly a feeling, but its like how you expect them to forget you and instead, they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; you, and even how long ago they've seen you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I forget, the cashier who was always complaining (to me and behnd my back) about how I never update the prices and stuff, is now doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; job. ahhahhahhahahhhahhahahhah (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;orh-bi-good&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i say i can die peacefully now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-8068376010921188940?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8068376010921188940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=8068376010921188940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8068376010921188940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/8068376010921188940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/yeah-right-like-i-can-go-on-hiatus.html' title='back'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-545886775099834220</id><published>2007-04-06T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T02:01:52.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus</title><content type='html'>Bi Ling will be on hiatus. Till she sorts her thoughts out and finds something 'un-lame' to type about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-545886775099834220?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/545886775099834220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=545886775099834220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/545886775099834220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/545886775099834220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/hiatus.html' title='hiatus'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-3087735095462262460</id><published>2007-04-02T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T18:37:00.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amp</title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who needs a state-of-the-art hi-fi system when you've got  my amp. bwarhahhahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RhDbxag9q9I/AAAAAAAAACs/qPBcCEYeXvo/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RhDbxag9q9I/AAAAAAAAACs/qPBcCEYeXvo/s320/DSC00061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048776824259980242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not smart, just slow for not trying this out earlier. heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now bi ling needs a new cable... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all that's left is to try to plug it to my laptop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh all the speaker companies are going bust. ahhahahha. no wait, they just don't earn my money.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-3087735095462262460?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3087735095462262460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=3087735095462262460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3087735095462262460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3087735095462262460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/amp.html' title='amp'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RhDbxag9q9I/AAAAAAAAACs/qPBcCEYeXvo/s72-c/DSC00061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717601.post-4070216300734915966</id><published>2007-04-01T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T02:01:38.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheat my feelings</title><content type='html'>happy april fool's day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, headlines of the newpaper yesterday.. so disappointing. The ad on tv that i was so shocked about, is fake. WTH right??!?!?! Cheat my feelings!!! urgh. Now that everyone knows the ad is fake, will the smokers still be scared? *shrugs* To HPB: it doesn't pay to cheat people's feelings. If no real patient wants to come forward to do the ad, then might as well not do it. Why create something thats not real (although it is in another sense of the word)? HMMMM? HMMMMMMMM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hello to my room (just now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/Rg6hA6g9q8I/AAAAAAAAACk/2hcxYf0vDVw/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/Rg6hA6g9q8I/AAAAAAAAACk/2hcxYf0vDVw/s320/DSC00059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048149269408492482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try sitting 4-5 hrs in that little seat there. its therapeutic. woo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh eric clapton's tears in heaven very fun to play!! but I know the intro only so far. tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-4070216300734915966?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4070216300734915966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=4070216300734915966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4070216300734915966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/4070216300734915966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/04/cheat-my-feelings.html' title='cheat my feelings'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/Rg6hA6g9q8I/AAAAAAAAACk/2hcxYf0vDVw/s72-c/DSC00059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717601.post-850650209941894593</id><published>2007-03-29T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:17:30.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears in heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JM1umieW_pQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JM1umieW_pQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG I got chills while watching this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well. her guitar was out of tune, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT STILL....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BSa7rGsaeQc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BSa7rGsaeQc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's her 2 years later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-850650209941894593?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/850650209941894593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=850650209941894593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/850650209941894593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/850650209941894593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/03/tears-in-heaven.html' title='tears in heaven'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-951614639540962145</id><published>2007-03-25T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:01:49.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold</title><content type='html'>I hate having colds. No, i don't mind the runny nose (actually i do),but i get hunger pangs when I have a cold. - .-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a slice of cake (i don't even eat/like cake) and a pack of biscuits. Still hungry. Ready-to-eat food is scarce in this house. hahha I'd eat more if theres food, but all i can find is plain/healthy nuts of some kind. Who eats plain nuts (?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. can't. type. too. hungryyyyy. to. think.&lt;br /&gt;Hello tissue box, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-951614639540962145?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/951614639540962145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=951614639540962145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/951614639540962145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/951614639540962145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/03/cold.html' title='cold'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-3979337075367128138</id><published>2007-03-24T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T17:57:09.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l word clip</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZuRFz3wwwjU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZuRFz3wwwjU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH! This is funny. Well, if you watch the show of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-3979337075367128138?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3979337075367128138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=3979337075367128138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3979337075367128138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3979337075367128138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/03/l-word-clip.html' title='l word clip'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-1110134436426584106</id><published>2007-03-24T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T01:16:25.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RgQJBZXQYJI/AAAAAAAAACM/PMxkoWE60SI/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RgQJBZXQYJI/AAAAAAAAACM/PMxkoWE60SI/s320/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045167402154746002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you like the view from my window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RgQIQ5XQYFI/AAAAAAAAABs/eXagFyr2MKs/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RgQIQ5XQYFI/AAAAAAAAABs/eXagFyr2MKs/s320/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045166568931090514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RgQIR5XQYII/AAAAAAAAACE/OooDxce1XHg/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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(and she tells me i'm too close to my laptop..hmm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-1110134436426584106?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/1110134436426584106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=1110134436426584106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/1110134436426584106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/1110134436426584106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-photos.html' title='random photos'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huSzccXuJQI/RgQJBZXQYJI/AAAAAAAAACM/PMxkoWE60SI/s72-c/DSC00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717601.post-3733365409512738693</id><published>2007-03-21T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:31:09.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anti-smoking ad</title><content type='html'>OH MY GAWD  My heart stopped for 30 seconds just now. The ads on tv are getting more in-your-face these days. Watch this (if you dare, muahhahhaha [remember: i can eat while watching csi]). This one's from Australia, but we have a local one, its just another person (i think) and a different box of ciggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iO1fxVzS31g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iO1fxVzS31g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think people. Oh man, imagine people with large flat screen flat screen tvs. omg omg omg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-3733365409512738693?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3733365409512738693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=3733365409512738693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3733365409512738693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/3733365409512738693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/03/anti-smoking-ad.html' title='anti-smoking ad'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-7668654475143791344</id><published>2007-03-21T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:50:37.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>used to</title><content type='html'>What the hell, staying at home can make you melancholic. Or maybe its just me thinking too much. But wouldn't it be rude, or inhumane even, to forget a friend of 5/6 years? What happened to those endless conversations about nothing at all, about tv, about teachers, bitching about 'friends', our plan to set up some dumb business that no one was ever going to patronize? Where'd all that go to? Where did YOU go to? changed no, disappeared from msn, disappeared from friendster. It's like u disappeared from the face of the Earth. ah well. I just hope you still know I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Av-Hb1KFD7I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Av-Hb1KFD7I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You used to talk to me like&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one around.&lt;br /&gt;You used to lean on me like&lt;br /&gt;The only other choice was falling down.&lt;br /&gt;You used to walk with me like&lt;br /&gt;We had nowhere we needed to go,&lt;br /&gt;Nice and slow, to no place in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have this figured out;&lt;br /&gt;We used to breathe without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;When nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd see.&lt;br /&gt;We used to have this under control.&lt;br /&gt;We never thought.&lt;br /&gt;We used to know.&lt;br /&gt;At least there's you, and at least there's me.&lt;br /&gt;Can we get this back?&lt;br /&gt;Can we get this back to how it used to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to reach for you when&lt;br /&gt;I got lost along the way.&lt;br /&gt;I used to listen.&lt;br /&gt;You always had just the right thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;I used to follow you.&lt;br /&gt;Never really cared where we would go,&lt;br /&gt;Fast or slow, to anywhere at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have this figured out;&lt;br /&gt;We used to breathe without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;When nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd see.&lt;br /&gt;We used to have this under control.&lt;br /&gt;We never thought.&lt;br /&gt;We used to know.&lt;br /&gt;At least there's you, and at least there's me.&lt;br /&gt;Can we get this back?&lt;br /&gt;Can we get this back to how it used to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around me,&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to be there&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I miss the things that we shared.&lt;br /&gt;Look around you.&lt;br /&gt;It's empty, and you're sad&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you miss the love that we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to talk to me like&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one around,&lt;br /&gt;The only one around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have this figured out;&lt;br /&gt;We used to breathe without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;When nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd see.&lt;br /&gt;We used to have this under control.&lt;br /&gt;We never thought.&lt;br /&gt;We used to know.&lt;br /&gt;At least there's you, and at least there's me.&lt;br /&gt;Can we get this back?&lt;br /&gt;Can we get this back to how it used to be? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;To how it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;To how it used to be, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;To how it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;To how it used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-7668654475143791344?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7668654475143791344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=7668654475143791344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7668654475143791344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/7668654475143791344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/03/used-to.html' title='used to'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-2566039882126647423</id><published>2007-03-17T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:43:53.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to save a life</title><content type='html'>hello. listen to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How To Save A Life - The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just a talk&lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;The things you've told him all along&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;br /&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice&lt;br /&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed&lt;br /&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;br /&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same&lt;br /&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-2566039882126647423?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/2566039882126647423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=2566039882126647423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/2566039882126647423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/2566039882126647423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-to-save-life.html' title='how to save a life'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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-9717601.post-9126392769917481445</id><published>2007-03-16T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T03:18:54.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Child O' Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-AYAv0IoWI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-AYAv0IoWI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the intro is sweeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Axl's has a sexy butt. hahahh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717601-9126392769917481445?l=notbiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/feeds/9126392769917481445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717601&amp;postID=9126392769917481445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/9126392769917481445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717601/posts/default/9126392769917481445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notbiling.blogspot.com/2007/03/sweet-child-o-mine.html' title='Sweet Child O&apos; Mine'/><author><name>bi ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379723202287202526</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>
