<?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-27621230</id><updated>2012-01-28T16:21:09.721+08:00</updated><category term='Story'/><category term='Musicals'/><category term='TVs'/><category term='Eventual Thoughts'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Random thoughts'/><category term='Random Laughts'/><category term='Beijing'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='Music'/><category term='IT'/><category term='Random Touches'/><category term='Movie'/><title type='text'>ehhhhhhhh!!!!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>There's always a piece for you in this limitless sky...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-147520749246701408</id><published>2010-12-08T14:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:33:12.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If anyone is still following me, or just happen to read my blog once in a while. I've&lt;br /&gt;migrated to &lt;a href="http://hey-benn.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;TUMBLR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-147520749246701408?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/147520749246701408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=147520749246701408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/147520749246701408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/147520749246701408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2010/12/migrated.html' title='Migrated'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-3342519985468436643</id><published>2009-04-30T01:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:29:43.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>You just know it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SfiOfNnyvBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/eRyA_TPcg1M/s1600-h/denial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SfiOfNnyvBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/eRyA_TPcg1M/s400/denial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330166825876634642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes you'll wonder about things that you did, and how stupid it is, but have you ever thought of the reason behind these actions? Sometimes you deny it, we deny it. You'll say things like "I dunno why I did that" to other people, but in actual fact you know exactly why you did that for... You just don't want to admit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-3342519985468436643?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/3342519985468436643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=3342519985468436643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3342519985468436643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3342519985468436643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-just-know-it.html' title='You just know it...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SfiOfNnyvBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/eRyA_TPcg1M/s72-c/denial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-8546991782911687916</id><published>2009-04-24T15:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:44:31.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>It takes 2 hands to clap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SfGl_YHDjPI/AAAAAAAAAPA/x9ksMwqDfRM/s1600-h/hands_clapping_colours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SfGl_YHDjPI/AAAAAAAAAPA/x9ksMwqDfRM/s200/hands_clapping_colours.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328222342378392818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to wait for people to ask me out, I'd always thought that if people wanted you to be their friend, they should make an effort to ask you out, but recent events makes me do the otherwise. As the boredom creeps in, the thought of leaving my house becomes adhesive. Why not just ask people out instead of sitting around waiting? You never know what wonderful things will happen if you don’t do so. I remembered once a teacher told me this "it takes two hands to clap", no matter whichever relationship you involved, it takes both side to make things work, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-8546991782911687916?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/8546991782911687916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=8546991782911687916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8546991782911687916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8546991782911687916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-used-to-wait-for-people-to-ask-me-out.html' title='It takes 2 hands to clap'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SfGl_YHDjPI/AAAAAAAAAPA/x9ksMwqDfRM/s72-c/hands_clapping_colours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-8767884776915278541</id><published>2009-03-18T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:03:43.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Don't beat around the bush!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people likes to boast about something they've achieved to someone that they  seek acknowledgment of, but many people often do it in a way that mocks the other party. They would say something like "Hey! How's your exam results? Are you in the top honored few?". After some rounds of exchanging questions, it's so obvious that the coming words will be "I am in it". Some people just prefer the answer straight to their face rather than you going one round and mocking him or her. But it's human courtesy to show concerns to another party.. Well, it's kinda contradicting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-8767884776915278541?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/8767884776915278541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=8767884776915278541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8767884776915278541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8767884776915278541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-beat-around-bush.html' title='Don&apos;t beat around the bush!'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-8794375126716870491</id><published>2009-03-16T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:53:09.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>You had it...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when we encountered a problem and you have a few solutions to that. You asked someone about it. Without knowing, our subconscious had actually decided on a solution. If you didn't get the same resolution from the someone, you'll ask another person or another, until you get what you wanted to hear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-8794375126716870491?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/8794375126716870491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=8794375126716870491' title='247 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8794375126716870491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8794375126716870491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-had-it.html' title='You had it...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>247</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-6098606256804126969</id><published>2009-03-04T17:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:36:48.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>This again?</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since my last post, if you are wondering what I was doing, well, I did nothing. First off, I got attached to a BIG company for my internship and guess what, I didn't do much or rather they didn't give me much to do and I didn't bother to ask for stuff to do. I kinda slept through the whole program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after my internship, I've unofficially graduated from school. Next, university application. I had to submit a portfolio for the course that I'm applying. I spend 2 week putting together a portfolio. Here's a look at one of the pieces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="258"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OL8uQFEcGtc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OL8uQFEcGtc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="258"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed... I really hope that they'll pick up my portfolio...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-6098606256804126969?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/6098606256804126969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=6098606256804126969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6098606256804126969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6098606256804126969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-ages-since-my-last-post-if-you.html' title='This again?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-5913355586554292712</id><published>2009-01-28T10:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:43:11.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Partial solar eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Sa5MKYyU37I/AAAAAAAAAOg/X2DOwxDFiEs/s1600-h/DSC01840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Sa5MKYyU37I/AAAAAAAAAOg/X2DOwxDFiEs/s400/DSC01840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309264752052330418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a superstitious person, a solar eclipse on the first day of the Lunar New Year may seem like a bad omen, but for many people here, in Singapore, it's rare to see a solar eclipse. Many gathered at the Observatory Centre in the Science Centre, fascinations and enthusiasm fills the place as the personnel there explains the eclipse to the people looking through the telescope.  It's not a total eclipse but it covers a good 80% of it and it was very clear until it went behind the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered looking at one when I was younger, with the same fascination and enthusiasm, its kinda nostalgic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-5913355586554292712?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/5913355586554292712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=5913355586554292712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5913355586554292712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5913355586554292712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2009/01/partial-solar-eclipse.html' title='Partial solar eclipse'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Sa5MKYyU37I/AAAAAAAAAOg/X2DOwxDFiEs/s72-c/DSC01840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-5548284051232051100</id><published>2009-01-02T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:22:15.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Looking back 2008</title><content type='html'>A new year means a new beginning, having said that, there's no new beginning to begin with, it's only a bringing forward of what's left of the previous year. A look back at the year's happenings, things changed, people changed, and of cause there are certain things that will never change. You understand yourself better, communicate with others better, relate better to people and the things that happened around. All these will just add on to the chronicles of your life, it only gets thicker and deeper year after year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-5548284051232051100?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/5548284051232051100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=5548284051232051100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5548284051232051100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5548284051232051100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-back-2008.html' title='Looking back 2008'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-3166574885424761582</id><published>2008-12-29T13:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:26:10.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>It works in a flash</title><content type='html'>When we are facing a major problem, it may come to a point where a part of you brain will be triggered, fragments of your memories will flash across in a split second and form all the different scenarios of the decisions that you are considering. Just how amazing our brains are, and also how annoying they are, especially when they pull out the unhappy memories or even having a slightest bit of negative thought in it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-3166574885424761582?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/3166574885424761582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=3166574885424761582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3166574885424761582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3166574885424761582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-works-in-flash.html' title='It works in a flash'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-4383902705211154437</id><published>2008-12-27T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:23:13.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Gestures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SVZVsk-OAfI/AAAAAAAAANI/GtjHAK7z7Dk/s1600-h/brain-hand-gestures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SVZVsk-OAfI/AAAAAAAAANI/GtjHAK7z7Dk/s400/brain-hand-gestures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284505437093102066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know certain gestures or actions that you do, it could just be a sign of friendliness or it means nothing, but to others it could mean otherwise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-4383902705211154437?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/4383902705211154437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=4383902705211154437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/4383902705211154437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/4383902705211154437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-certain-gestures-or-actions.html' title='Gestures'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SVZVsk-OAfI/AAAAAAAAANI/GtjHAK7z7Dk/s72-c/brain-hand-gestures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-7495320025937403479</id><published>2008-12-11T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:27:38.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><title type='text'>Night sky...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SUUyy6yYKnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/5WKnNw-v4n4/s1600-h/S6301964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SUUyy6yYKnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/5WKnNw-v4n4/s400/S6301964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279681988517177970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Beijing Capital Airport, Break of dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning we were leaving Beijing, it was cold as hell! I didn't wear any gloves or sort, since it was the last day in Beijing, I wouldn't be that worry if I fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at the school's ground dragging our luggage to the bus. The moment I step out of the hostel I look up into the sky, there were a lot of stars, all shining brightly, the moon was round and crisp, it look as thought it was a computer generated image. That's one the most spectacular view that I've ever seen in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days ago, after a midnight show, I was on my way back home at exactly the same time I left the hostel in Beijing, I look up the sky hoping to find resemblance. Well, I was disapointed, it's the same sky but it look dull over here, while having the air so clean as oppose to that of Beijing's...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-7495320025937403479?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/7495320025937403479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=7495320025937403479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/7495320025937403479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/7495320025937403479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/12/night-sky.html' title='Night sky...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SUUyy6yYKnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/5WKnNw-v4n4/s72-c/S6301964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-3093616254317780033</id><published>2008-11-10T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:28:17.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Jump into the pool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SRhHdT9N5yI/AAAAAAAAAJg/C4_rGJLkhUw/s1600-h/S6301853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SRhHdT9N5yI/AAAAAAAAAJg/C4_rGJLkhUw/s400/S6301853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267038333108610850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;National Aquatic Centre, Beijing. Night view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things in this world that you really want to do it, but you got not enough courage to do so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-3093616254317780033?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/3093616254317780033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=3093616254317780033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3093616254317780033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3093616254317780033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/11/national-aquatic-centre-beijing.html' title='Jump into the pool...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SRhHdT9N5yI/AAAAAAAAAJg/C4_rGJLkhUw/s72-c/S6301853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-8006926098963132404</id><published>2008-11-08T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:44:08.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><title type='text'>The world is round!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SRWlGRYRWTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bxdOE97NxC4/s1600-h/S6301905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SRWlGRYRWTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bxdOE97NxC4/s400/S6301905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266296866442664242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Temple of Heaven, Beijing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a saying "what comes around goes around", when you are having bad luck for a long time, good luck could be just around the corner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-8006926098963132404?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/8006926098963132404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=8006926098963132404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8006926098963132404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8006926098963132404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/11/temple-of-heaven-beijing-theres-saying.html' title='The world is round!'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SRWlGRYRWTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bxdOE97NxC4/s72-c/S6301905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-8240293212070568993</id><published>2008-10-29T23:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:04:11.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><title type='text'>Human impulses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SQiIQ8wHzqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YI9tWa1kZ-o/s1600-h/S6301479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SQiIQ8wHzqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YI9tWa1kZ-o/s400/S6301479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262605989349674658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CCTV future HQ, Beijing. One of the most prominent building in Beijing city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people are in a foreign land, they would want to try out things that they normally won't do in their own turf, and very often, these actions are impulsive, but you know, one good thing about impulsive actions are that you will never know the end results, whether it'll be good or not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-8240293212070568993?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/8240293212070568993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=8240293212070568993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8240293212070568993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8240293212070568993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/10/human-impulses.html' title='Human impulses'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SQiIQ8wHzqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YI9tWa1kZ-o/s72-c/S6301479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-9108913303001754725</id><published>2008-10-28T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:21:18.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Criticism...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SQcmZaYeufI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2llwptE9Fz4/s1600-h/S6301698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SQcmZaYeufI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2llwptE9Fz4/s400/S6301698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262216907626297842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shi Cha Hai, Beijing.  Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling some of my friends about this, people like to talk about people's bad point, but have you ever thought that if you are better than the person so to criticize him? This especially applies to a big group of people living together where gossips and stuffs are hard to avoid...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-9108913303001754725?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/9108913303001754725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=9108913303001754725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/9108913303001754725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/9108913303001754725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-telling-some-of-my-friends.html' title='Criticism...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SQcmZaYeufI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2llwptE9Fz4/s72-c/S6301698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-6064694810165335547</id><published>2008-10-27T00:18:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:49:53.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><title type='text'>How near?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SQSa0EOFQAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0A0odGvs-Sc/s1600-h/S6301764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SQSa0EOFQAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0A0odGvs-Sc/s400/S6301764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261500483952263170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;National Aquatic center, Beijing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lived in a very small country things there are often of the smaller scale and it's easy to get form one place to another. When someone say a place is near, in the context of Singapore, it's really NEAR, but when you are in a foreign land, their definition of near might be 4-5 times the distance of that in Singapore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-6064694810165335547?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/6064694810165335547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=6064694810165335547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6064694810165335547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6064694810165335547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-near.html' title='How near?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SQSa0EOFQAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0A0odGvs-Sc/s72-c/S6301764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-5985157430195810401</id><published>2008-10-24T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:53:58.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Winner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SQCr8enx8JI/AAAAAAAAAIw/q93VTOsa0Ww/s1600-h/S6301478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SQCr8enx8JI/AAAAAAAAAIw/q93VTOsa0Ww/s400/S6301478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260393420269154450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sure don't like losing, but in a game there's always a winner and a loser. The pathetic part is the loser actually thinks that he's a winner, giving you the very satisfied look...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-5985157430195810401?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/5985157430195810401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=5985157430195810401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5985157430195810401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5985157430195810401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/10/winner.html' title='Winner?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SQCr8enx8JI/AAAAAAAAAIw/q93VTOsa0Ww/s72-c/S6301478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-350880433536941209</id><published>2008-10-20T00:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:55:00.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><title type='text'>798 art district, Beijing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SPtgb27P0PI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Df1RjNpVY8o/s1600-h/S6301613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SPtgb27P0PI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Df1RjNpVY8o/s400/S6301613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258903021601935602" 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/27621230-350880433536941209?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/350880433536941209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=350880433536941209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/350880433536941209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/350880433536941209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/10/798-art-exhibition-beijing.html' title='798 art district, Beijing'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SPtgb27P0PI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Df1RjNpVY8o/s72-c/S6301613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-6827471899367806186</id><published>2008-10-17T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:55:51.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><title type='text'>Summer Palace, Beijing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SPiu4GpG4cI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JNEahgUM5KE/s1600-h/fdewd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SPiu4GpG4cI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JNEahgUM5KE/s400/fdewd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258144843833991618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer Palace, Beijing. Longest corridor in the world, span 720 meters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-6827471899367806186?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/6827471899367806186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=6827471899367806186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6827471899367806186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6827471899367806186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/10/summer-palace-beijing.html' title='Summer Palace, Beijing'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SPiu4GpG4cI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JNEahgUM5KE/s72-c/fdewd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-2778411903480027553</id><published>2008-10-13T08:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:24:23.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><title type='text'>Welcome? to Beijing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SPaNvP27x3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/v9Dhp0hc1Ig/s1600-h/S6301469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SPaNvP27x3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/v9Dhp0hc1Ig/s400/S6301469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257545457851942770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beijing International Airport, interior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, when you are reaching a station on a train you'll hear broadcast messages like "please alight at the next stop", you'll seldom hear "Please get out of the train". That's the first thing you'll hear when you get off the gates at the Beijing international airport...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-2778411903480027553?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/2778411903480027553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=2778411903480027553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2778411903480027553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2778411903480027553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-beijing.html' title='Welcome? to Beijing...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SPaNvP27x3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/v9Dhp0hc1Ig/s72-c/S6301469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-7848449648643675030</id><published>2008-08-29T14:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:25:41.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Over the other side?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SLeWPziZEJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xFiKfhIkl_g/s1600-h/rotary-phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SLeWPziZEJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xFiKfhIkl_g/s400/rotary-phone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239821889745522834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone is an actor over the phone... For my mum's case, she loves people calling her and complains about stuffs but one thing she dreads is one that goes on and on. If that happens she'll just come up excuses, sometimes a very ridiculous one. I overheard her on the phone telling her friend exactly what I am writing now. She said "well, you know it’s not good to use back the same excuse again." That's a side of my mom that I don’t know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-7848449648643675030?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/7848449648643675030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=7848449648643675030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/7848449648643675030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/7848449648643675030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/08/over-other-side.html' title='Over the other side?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SLeWPziZEJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xFiKfhIkl_g/s72-c/rotary-phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-8989897997458226239</id><published>2008-08-27T01:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T02:18:55.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Summing up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center; border: none;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SLRIoxtKnWI/AAAAAAAAAII/aXLV1-z1oW8/s400/Untitled-1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238892131913473378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know blogging is a very self indulgence thing to do... it will not be self indulgence if you don’t allow yourself to indulge in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past half year, school was busy than ever, one thing that kills it is having the perception of year one and two, thinking that everything can be done in the last minute. And of cause I make a couple of new friends, all hardworking as hell, when compared to them I am a step lower or rather a few steps lower. Will these newly forged friendships last or will it break along with time? Really, I am not an initiator, unless people want this to work, I'll just sit back and wait and hope that awkwardness will not find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain things that work out and some become worst, there are also some impulses that I did not really show. Well, everything will work out eventually, like always…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three words to sum up the first half of year three... What a year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-8989897997458226239?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/8989897997458226239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=8989897997458226239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8989897997458226239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8989897997458226239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/08/summing-up.html' title='Summing up...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SLRIoxtKnWI/AAAAAAAAAII/aXLV1-z1oW8/s72-c/Untitled-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-5306512615714214634</id><published>2008-05-23T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:20:41.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Laughts'/><title type='text'>Tomb Raider... err... again?!! part 2</title><content type='html'>Just how much is it that I enjoyed watching Lara die? See for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SDbgCuQv_eI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FQKZeDV6slE/s1600-h/tombraider_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SDbgCuQv_eI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FQKZeDV6slE/s400/tombraider_comic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203592756855832034" 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/27621230-5306512615714214634?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/5306512615714214634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=5306512615714214634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5306512615714214634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5306512615714214634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/05/tomb-raider-err-again-part-2.html' title='Tomb Raider... err... again?!! part 2'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SDbgCuQv_eI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FQKZeDV6slE/s72-c/tombraider_comic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-1440406467659446077</id><published>2008-05-19T02:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T03:30:28.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><title type='text'>Tomb Raider...errr...again?!!</title><content type='html'>Do I love Tomb Raider? Well, the answer is yes, very much indeed. After 10 running years, Lara still fascinates people all around the world. The reason? She's everything we want, an interesting life, adventurous, strong, you name it, she got it! Well, my reason, I love to see how she dies! Falls off the deepest of pits, get trampled over by gigantic boulders, get eaten by monsters and so on... Here's a video (how she can die) from the recent Tomb Raider Anniversary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="415"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5jEwsYgldwo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5jEwsYgldwo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="345" width="415"&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/27621230-1440406467659446077?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/1440406467659446077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=1440406467659446077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/1440406467659446077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/1440406467659446077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/05/tomb-raidererrragain.html' title='Tomb Raider...errr...again?!!'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-234737551505936771</id><published>2008-04-18T15:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T16:29:53.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Just a reminder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SAha_pLAJpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7JzRc-5MjNE/s1600-h/S6301066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SAha_pLAJpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7JzRc-5MjNE/s400/S6301066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190498619974755986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always try not to talk bad about others by telling myself that I'm not perfect in all terms and I'm in no position to talk about others bad point, but sadly, the guilt always come a step later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-234737551505936771?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/234737551505936771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=234737551505936771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/234737551505936771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/234737551505936771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-reminder.html' title='Just a reminder?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/SAha_pLAJpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7JzRc-5MjNE/s72-c/S6301066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-66504980247696575</id><published>2008-04-08T16:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:57:49.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Year 1?</title><content type='html'>I got an idea about what I wanted to be 4 years ago and still it is going strong but the road that I'd paved seemed to waiver a little. I am starting to regret that I forgo the interview for the moving images course, I may not have feel as bad if at least I went and try it out, having the thought of traveling so far to school everyday really turns me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always said, "hey! You are good at that", but are you really that good? Maybe at that moment you impressed people, but when you go out there, there's always people that had achieved much more than you do. I always have this self-doubt-ness,  that'd given me this thought that I just wanna be good and that's good enough for me. It somehow stop me from moving forward whenever I achieved a certain level of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This topic always surfaced whenever my friends have a random conversion, "Which unit or what you wanna be when you go for the national service?" Some said they want to be the police in the civil defense, some said they wan to be a pilot in the air force. I never thought of any, if really you want me to choose I'll go for the toughest one, I have to prove to others and more importantly to myself that I can achieve much more. And of cause this will serve as a break form school, to sort out what's dream, hobby and reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, its the anxiety of having to meet new classmates that makes me think of all these things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-66504980247696575?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/66504980247696575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=66504980247696575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/66504980247696575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/66504980247696575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/04/year-1.html' title='Year 1?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-5738820475812798179</id><published>2008-04-01T12:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:00:12.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>One year back</title><content type='html'>Looking back one year ago, I was in school this time preparing the freshmen orientation as an orientation group leader. Having to skipped my freshmen orientation  two years back, to cover up, I signed up to be an OGL and of cause that's not the only reason, many of my classmates joint too. Through the one month plus in school, I got to know a lot of people, the seniors and the fellow OGLs, and of cause not forgetting the juniors, an enthusiastic bunch. The most fun part was to choreograph and learn the dance in a week's time and teaching the juniors in three days, we had to simplified the dance step to make sure that the juniors can comprehend it well. Below's labour of our work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object height="345" width="415"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lpf_tQLDfaA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lpf_tQLDfaA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="345" width="415"&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/27621230-5738820475812798179?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/5738820475812798179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=5738820475812798179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5738820475812798179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5738820475812798179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-year-back.html' title='One year back'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-2706591464747504746</id><published>2008-03-29T00:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T01:47:09.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Laughts'/><title type='text'>Cake cream bath!</title><content type='html'>Normal birthday party or meet out was a thing of the past especially when your rather conservative friends gone wild. They suddenly have all the weird stuff going on under their sleeves. The first was a pandang cake, used as a decoy to trick everyone into believing that we are gonna celebrate someone's birthday using that pathetic looking cake. And then it was my birthday, pairing me with another girl making it look like an anniversary party but it went very wrong. Ends up everyone was smashing cakes on each other's faces, all covered in the cake cream and the whole chalet reeks of the cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R-1QiZmxpNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Nk1bMmXVJ80/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 548px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R-1QiZmxpNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Nk1bMmXVJ80/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182887298092606674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R-0mMZmxpDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4AOewiVHtXI/s1600-h/DSC00760.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-2706591464747504746?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/2706591464747504746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=2706591464747504746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2706591464747504746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2706591464747504746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/03/cake-cream-bath.html' title='Cake cream bath!'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R-1QiZmxpNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Nk1bMmXVJ80/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-566249831831015643</id><published>2008-03-02T12:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:05:10.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The reason...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R8oweXZxJXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rIcQuMEyW3I/s1600-h/header.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R8oweXZxJXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rIcQuMEyW3I/s400/header.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173000420224738674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got through to the next round of QR!... Its never easier, the last QR was nerve wracking, I thought for sure I'll get eliminated, and the things that SOMEONE said did not came true was a relief. This competition really means a lot to me, its what that keeps me interested in this course of study. Having someone said something like, "like you'll ever get through it", what seemed worst, it was the exams and the in-course QR was around the corner, its really disheartening. Having said that, I still got through, and I have to really thank the in-charge for giving me another shot at it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-566249831831015643?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/566249831831015643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=566249831831015643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/566249831831015643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/566249831831015643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-got-through-to-next-round-of-qr.html' title='The reason...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R8oweXZxJXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rIcQuMEyW3I/s72-c/header.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-852223624050013186</id><published>2008-02-29T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:36:30.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Miscommunication?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R8g0JLyoH0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tcGiKo02juY/s1600-h/Adobe+ID+164ASP21024390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R8g0JLyoH0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tcGiKo02juY/s400/Adobe+ID+164ASP21024390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172441504423616322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Communication skills is not something you can learn overnight, its a combination of the spoken language and body language... An inappropriate gesture or signal can send the other party a very wrong information. When a on going conversion comes to a halt or the regarded person shows little concern,  its either you change the topic to end the agony or try to infuse something to bring back the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain things or remark that can only be told to a closer friend, someone who understands your gesture, who knows that you not serious. If a remark is made to a not so close friend, that person might misinterpret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-852223624050013186?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/852223624050013186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=852223624050013186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/852223624050013186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/852223624050013186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/02/miscommunication.html' title='Miscommunication?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R8g0JLyoH0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tcGiKo02juY/s72-c/Adobe+ID+164ASP21024390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-3340805229290465525</id><published>2008-02-08T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:32:59.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Selflessness</title><content type='html'>I am always envious about people's selflessness, but really, do selflessness exist? In most extend it does not apply. Perhaps, the way I was brought up, I never believe in selflessness, everyone is selfish they think of themselves first, even if there's a fair among of selflessness, there'll be a portion of it that is directed to the self. Example of it, if a person helps another person, he or she wanted in return is the praise and acknowledgment of that person that was helped or even the people around that. This is my take on it, I could be wrong, I am not even certain, perhaps I needed something to make me believe in it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-3340805229290465525?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/3340805229290465525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=3340805229290465525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3340805229290465525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3340805229290465525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/02/selflessness.html' title='Selflessness'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-208432435432175576</id><published>2008-02-07T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:13:51.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A taste of defeat?</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since my last post, and I had been lazy to write out my thoughts or in this case type. Its not like I have a lot of visitors, and hardly any of my friends know that I have a blog,  my classmates do, but I doubt they'll read. So I just puke whatever I want about them, maybe not all of them but this particular girl that gets to my nerve. I am sure her boyfriend learnt that I hated her, she always exudes this feeling that I am incapable of accomplishing things, maybe not me but in general. Come man! no one is perfect! If you give people shit, what you get in return is shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R6st_oP0AZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tz9devmf5xo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R6st_oP0AZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tz9devmf5xo/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164271968869155218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I doubt myself a lot but for a very long time, I've forgotten how it feels like to be a loser. It struck me when I sat through a 6 hours long practical test, at the end of it everyone managed to somehow complete the test while I only finished 1 out of the 5 pages given. The worst part of it is, me allowing myself to not complete the test, it is not impossible to do, but I let it slipped right through...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-208432435432175576?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/208432435432175576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=208432435432175576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/208432435432175576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/208432435432175576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2008/02/taste-of-defeat.html' title='A taste of defeat?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R6st_oP0AZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tz9devmf5xo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-2250546447260440768</id><published>2007-12-29T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T02:56:08.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Its all in the mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R3VEHxXD13I/AAAAAAAAAFA/HqEWVuN8HvM/s1600-h/tennis_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R3VEHxXD13I/AAAAAAAAAFA/HqEWVuN8HvM/s400/tennis_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149096649267861362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always wanted to be a sportsmen, someone who is actively engaged in sports and are good at them, but that's not happening, I can't even play actively with my peers (particularly soccer) and I'd no idea what went wrong. The only sport that I think I'm good in, is badminton, the good here is being able to play but not of any standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once I thought court games is my sport, so I took up tennis. Well, I was wrong, it just seemed too fast for me to pick it up. However, there's one thing I enjoyed, the encouragement from the couch, I think that's what that keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my problem to a senior, and he told me this: "Sometimes, we have to be self driven,  you can't possibly get encouragement every time. Sports is like a mind game, the stronger mind will emerged as the winner.". All, the time, while I was playing the game, I'd think of things like "Will I hit the ball right? ", "Will people laugh at me if I missed? ", or "Am I hitting the right way? " , instead of focusing at the opponent and the ball. Its quite demoralizing actually, and maybe that's the thing I'd've to overcome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching sports is far more easier... I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-2250546447260440768?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/2250546447260440768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=2250546447260440768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2250546447260440768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2250546447260440768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-all-in-mind.html' title='Its all in the mind'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R3VEHxXD13I/AAAAAAAAAFA/HqEWVuN8HvM/s72-c/tennis_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-2744490076712121096</id><published>2007-12-19T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:08:58.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Fear?</title><content type='html'>Its good to feel fear, fear of ghost, fear of someone. The greatest fear is not fear itself, but its not being able to feel fear, it means you not nothing to lose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this from somewhere and I find it very true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-2744490076712121096?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/2744490076712121096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=2744490076712121096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2744490076712121096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2744490076712121096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/12/fear.html' title='Fear?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-2786400401664640723</id><published>2007-12-18T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T19:17:22.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Laughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Galactic Weapon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R2ek2BXD10I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RLEHIUDhoQg/s1600-h/star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R2ek2BXD10I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RLEHIUDhoQg/s400/star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145262347279128386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am sure many of us have watch Starwars, Gundam series or any sci-fi film that has this almighty weapon shooting through the space. This had very well became a reality, if you have watched the news or read the article on yahoo, you'll probably know, there's this black hole that shoots a stream of deadly radiation particles across the galaxy, clearing anything in its path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, imagine it as an "advance civilization" trying to show their dominions across the galaxy. What if its pointed towards Earth? This can be a great subject for the next Steven Spielberg film...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-2786400401664640723?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/2786400401664640723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=2786400401664640723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2786400401664640723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2786400401664640723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/12/galactic-weapon.html' title='Galactic Weapon?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/R2ek2BXD10I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RLEHIUDhoQg/s72-c/star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-4377581134004142093</id><published>2007-11-18T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:12:08.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>The ugly side...</title><content type='html'>Everybody has to deal with their problems at some point of their life, for my brother it was his obese problem. When he become fit, and one day I overheard this conversion of him with my mom saying how he hated people to call him fatty or something along the line. Well, he overcome his problem. For once, I thought "hey, he is determine and organise", but that changed yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;For what he did, all the flaws just flood into my mind, everything I thought of him as good become ugly. He's self-centred, and he always keeps his own things clean but not in the thoughts of others.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if he reads my blog or not, it's better if he read it then he'll know, I don't like to express my displease of other unless they really get to my nerves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-4377581134004142093?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/4377581134004142093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=4377581134004142093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/4377581134004142093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/4377581134004142093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/11/ugly-side.html' title='The ugly side...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-2676589632089764583</id><published>2007-11-16T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T12:31:19.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT'/><title type='text'>The Nihongo XP</title><content type='html'>When your windows xp startup, all you'll hear is the startup music. For the Japanese user its a totally different story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="gtembed" height="342" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.gametrailers.com/remote_wrap.php?umid=130405"&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.gametrailers.com/remote_wrap.php?umid=130405" swliveconnect="true" name="gtembed" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="342" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;Apparently, its a tactic used by Bill Gates to sell XP to the Japanese... I wonder if they'll do the same to vista?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-2676589632089764583?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/2676589632089764583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=2676589632089764583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2676589632089764583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2676589632089764583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/11/nihongo-xp.html' title='The Nihongo XP'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-6756109953875536716</id><published>2007-10-30T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:34:35.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>A simple remark?</title><content type='html'>People loves to make remarks especially towards other people,  be it a bombarded one or a simple one it could've meant no harm. Sometimes, no knowingly we make remarks that seem simple... well, just to provoke laughter, but to others it could be insulting and therefore, hurting that person deeply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a remark eh? Think again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-6756109953875536716?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/6756109953875536716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=6756109953875536716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6756109953875536716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6756109953875536716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/10/simple-remark.html' title='A simple remark?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-4702662139741829208</id><published>2007-10-07T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T01:14:41.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>"Brocked"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RwoXHW7-DyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TDs0VS_jAuI/s1600-h/vbadf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 151px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RwoXHW7-DyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TDs0VS_jAuI/s200/vbadf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118929341643624226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its been awhile since my last post... ITS school holiday! There's not much happening, its all eat-sleep-work-play. Nothing much had triggered me to write, even if there is, its either I don't've the urge to write it down or I dunno how to translate it into words (or at least I do not want to)... Perhaps, when school term starts I'll have more things to share, its just one week away!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-4702662139741829208?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/4702662139741829208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=4702662139741829208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/4702662139741829208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/4702662139741829208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/10/brocked.html' title='&quot;Brocked&quot;?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RwoXHW7-DyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TDs0VS_jAuI/s72-c/vbadf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-6607515491152362951</id><published>2007-09-18T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:32:05.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Touches'/><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>This is what I do when I'm bored, draw random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Ru9-LF-rlbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4zjr_ln9tBo/s1600-h/S6300222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Ru9-LF-rlbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4zjr_ln9tBo/s400/S6300222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111442831137543602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My laptop (again?!~) and my mouse&lt;/span&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/27621230-6607515491152362951?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/6607515491152362951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=6607515491152362951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6607515491152362951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6607515491152362951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/09/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Ru9-LF-rlbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4zjr_ln9tBo/s72-c/S6300222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-8622590701408544503</id><published>2007-09-15T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:22:10.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><title type='text'>Nintendo!!!</title><content type='html'>Nintendo will always be a strong contender in the gaming industry,  they never  fails to deliver, just look at SNES, original Gameboy, N64, and now DS/Wii, it doesn't matter whether they lost the lead before,  but they certainly are in the lead now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Ruv3Rl-rlaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/08CjFNVnMyg/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Ruv3Rl-rlaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/08CjFNVnMyg/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110450083806811554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crimson/Black Nintendo DS lite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RuvumV-rlZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nhxwBM5zxRc/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-8622590701408544503?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/8622590701408544503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=8622590701408544503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8622590701408544503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8622590701408544503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/09/crimsonblack-nintendo-ds-lite.html' title='Nintendo!!!'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Ruv3Rl-rlaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/08CjFNVnMyg/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-532101250826543918</id><published>2007-09-09T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T11:56:43.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Touches'/><title type='text'>A nice day out in Granado Espada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RuL8pRjcLCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lyLol6pZeGY/s1600-h/capture_00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RuL8pRjcLCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lyLol6pZeGY/s400/capture_00015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107922713408449570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Indulging in the world of gaming&lt;/span&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/27621230-532101250826543918?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/532101250826543918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=532101250826543918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/532101250826543918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/532101250826543918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/09/nice-day-out-in-granado-espada.html' title='A nice day out in Granado Espada'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RuL8pRjcLCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lyLol6pZeGY/s72-c/capture_00015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-5399325120491541549</id><published>2007-09-07T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T19:26:26.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Touches'/><title type='text'>My baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RuE0rhjcLBI/AAAAAAAAADw/aTdC9Pj1pOA/s1600-h/laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107421374760889362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RuE0rhjcLBI/AAAAAAAAADw/aTdC9Pj1pOA/s400/laptop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take a look at my baby (taken with its little brother camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/27621230-5399325120491541549?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/5399325120491541549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=5399325120491541549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5399325120491541549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5399325120491541549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-baby.html' title='My baby...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RuE0rhjcLBI/AAAAAAAAADw/aTdC9Pj1pOA/s72-c/laptop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-436368710537758914</id><published>2007-09-06T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:43:27.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Laughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Touches'/><title type='text'>What games do...</title><content type='html'>Compare games now to 10 years ago, there's a big difference, the technological advancement, you can do more than just playing games. Now you can even direct your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt; in doing certain actions and recording them down using screenshots or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ingame&lt;/span&gt; recorder and edit them to your likings. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Granado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Espada&lt;/span&gt; provides such feature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106977829193264130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Rt-hRxjcLAI/AAAAAAAAADo/t-w_Vmg6DYk/s400/capture_00001+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend call it "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gaynado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sexpada&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-436368710537758914?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/436368710537758914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=436368710537758914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/436368710537758914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/436368710537758914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-games-do.html' title='What games do...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Rt-hRxjcLAI/AAAAAAAAADo/t-w_Vmg6DYk/s72-c/capture_00001+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-4925996908452075567</id><published>2007-08-31T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T02:37:53.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Its here!</title><content type='html'>Well, the exams are finally over, and now comes the holidays... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! I've been yearning this "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stressfree&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;" like forever... I think I did quite terribly for this semester, I really hope I can get through it without retaking any modules...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stressfree&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;, I think many people will do the same think as I am, think about things, the past, the present and the future. Think about the first day in school, the orientation and how everyone get together, and who sit besides you, and how the class break into groups and how friends grow to love each other to not talking to one another for no reason, or maybe there is but they just don't want to talk about it. And remember how everyone join SIT club with all the enthusiasm to have fun and know more friends, friends that you'll never know you'll become close with, and friends that will take in all your shits that you never thought anyone will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone changed, or maybe I just failed to accept certain things, certain aspects about myself or others...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-4925996908452075567?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/4925996908452075567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=4925996908452075567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/4925996908452075567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/4925996908452075567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-here.html' title='Its here!'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-3121609684256441590</id><published>2007-08-20T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T17:49:44.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Savour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RsljrRjcK-I/AAAAAAAAADY/doDoA3lBEzQ/s1600-h/Picture(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100717648071371746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RsljrRjcK-I/AAAAAAAAADY/doDoA3lBEzQ/s400/Picture(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Rslf9RjcK9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Zx4loiFJoOM/s1600-h/Picture(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;inder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Euphory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-3121609684256441590?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/3121609684256441590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=3121609684256441590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3121609684256441590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3121609684256441590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/08/savour.html' title='Savour'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RsljrRjcK-I/AAAAAAAAADY/doDoA3lBEzQ/s72-c/Picture(8).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-6467709298507663088</id><published>2007-08-18T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T01:56:04.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>SIT Club...</title><content type='html'>Its been half a year already, it's hard believe how I actually spent my last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;semestral&lt;/span&gt; holiday there, and how many friends I came to know, the happy times we've been through together. I've never know so many people in a few weeks time. I've also never in life that I use so much English to communicate with people. There's so many "first" in SIT club... After the Orientation, many people loses interest and enthusiasm due to school work or even their personal reasons, I was on the verge too, but still I made it to 1 of the 4 post Orientation events, that is Phat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nite&lt;/span&gt; IV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the chalet, the very last chalet after all the events, it kinda reminds me of the orientation times as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OGLs&lt;/span&gt;, how we laugh together and everything. As much as I know, I've grown to love and hate this place so much that I don't want to acknowledge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it, it's all over, is it? For me it is, but for others, they are only half way there...Wish everyone good luck.... and thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-6467709298507663088?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/6467709298507663088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=6467709298507663088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6467709298507663088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6467709298507663088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/08/sit-club.html' title='SIT Club...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-941530111838363701</id><published>2007-08-16T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T14:16:18.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>一人一半，感情不散。。。</title><content type='html'>881, the latest feature form &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Royston&lt;/span&gt; Tan, had created quite a lot of buzz when it came out. I always like the way he directs his film, he always have this documentary touch to it, with this voice over, it tells the story as the movie unfolds, and how he process the film, the use of flamboyant colours or sometimes perceived as a little bit too saturated, it adds a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lomographic&lt;/span&gt; feel to it. The special effects used makes the movie more funny and interesting to look at, while some people may perceive it as a spoiler to the movie. There is this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fantasyness&lt;/span&gt; in the movie and together with the special effects, it made it look very dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RsQohBjcK8I/AAAAAAAAADI/Agk3AFb6Bkc/s1600-h/881poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099245225908120514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RsQohBjcK8I/AAAAAAAAADI/Agk3AFb6Bkc/s200/881poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The music and songs plays a very important role in this movie, as it is subtitled as Singapore's first musical-themed movie. The success of a musical really depends on the songs in it. In this film, it has quite a number of catchy tunes, the songs is exactly like those sung on the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;getai&lt;/span&gt;" but with contemporary touches in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acting from the leads were great, they were able the bring out the characters they are portraying and it adds a little touching bits to the rather funny movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie tell us that sometimes ties with family and friends are not so easily broken, even though they show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disconcern&lt;/span&gt; but it does not always mean they hate each other, it could be the strong-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;headedness&lt;/span&gt; that they failed to admit their love. It also gives the younger generation a look at the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;getai&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zhaowei.com/881/synopsis.html"&gt;Synopsis of the film&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-941530111838363701?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/941530111838363701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=941530111838363701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/941530111838363701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/941530111838363701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='一人一半，感情不散。。。'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RsQohBjcK8I/AAAAAAAAADI/Agk3AFb6Bkc/s72-c/881poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-6235127024892380212</id><published>2007-08-11T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:45:54.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Laughts'/><title type='text'>What moms do?</title><content type='html'>When you got nothing to do... don't ever scared the shit out of your mom by grabbing her legs from below the bed while she is watching a horror movie, chances are, she'll kick the shit out of you... REALLY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-6235127024892380212?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/6235127024892380212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=6235127024892380212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6235127024892380212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6235127024892380212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-moms-do.html' title='What moms do?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-8211012777315057148</id><published>2007-08-09T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T03:11:29.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Just what friends do...</title><content type='html'>Close friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;often&lt;/span&gt; think that if their best friend likes someone else too, then the supply of affection available to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; friend will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;diminish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may or may not be so, but the perception that affection is scarce may well create genuine conflict between the friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing happens and most of the time people choose not to confront it, and it'll worsen. And eventually friendships will fall out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-8211012777315057148?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/8211012777315057148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=8211012777315057148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8211012777315057148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8211012777315057148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-what-friends-do.html' title='Just what friends do...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-5746205557904421300</id><published>2007-08-08T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T02:14:07.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Looking back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RrmPyarsz8I/AAAAAAAAADA/nDFgh5WaN1E/s1600-h/school_crest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096262549665271746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RrmPyarsz8I/AAAAAAAAADA/nDFgh5WaN1E/s400/school_crest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe acknowledgement is what I really want... That is acknowledgement to everything... I guess...&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/27621230-5746205557904421300?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/5746205557904421300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=5746205557904421300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5746205557904421300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5746205557904421300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/08/looking-back.html' title='Looking back...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RrmPyarsz8I/AAAAAAAAADA/nDFgh5WaN1E/s72-c/school_crest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-9008017933695264715</id><published>2007-08-04T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T00:49:30.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sibling's...</title><content type='html'>Being the youngest in the family is not always a good thing, eventhough you are showered with all the care and love, tremendous stress also befalls upon you. You'll have a feeling that you are living under your brother's and sister's shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you do things, you kinda follow their foot steps or sort. The way you do things or even the way you treat people reflects a lot on their characteristics, whether its good or bad. Maybe this is what growing up is about... People influences people, especially close ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you tell your brother and sister something, they treat it as though you were stupid and spouting nonsense, they'll shut you out immediately leaving you a disbelieve look... Perhaps, its the age difference that cause all that, after all, they MAY have more "life" experience than you... Or maybe, its just you, how you look at the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a single child has its advantage too... I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-9008017933695264715?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/9008017933695264715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=9008017933695264715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/9008017933695264715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/9008017933695264715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/08/siblings.html' title='Sibling&apos;s...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-1884345421065198163</id><published>2007-07-21T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T02:01:32.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Paranoia?</title><content type='html'>Things are getting rough now, school, projects, assignments, peer pressure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you grow older, you have more responsibility and more of it means more stress. When you're feeling stressed, you get trapped in the small world of yours, you'll think that everyone is so smart and good at what their doing and you'll feel depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to keep myself happy, when anything happens I'll try to forget it the next day... Why is everyone doing so hard? Maybe it is what it means to survive in this sociality. In turn, people may think that I'm shallow and not approachable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we have choices, I just choose not to affect the people around me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-1884345421065198163?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/1884345421065198163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=1884345421065198163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/1884345421065198163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/1884345421065198163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/07/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-131864433499775075</id><published>2007-07-16T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:45:43.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>"Java" the Indonesian island?</title><content type='html'>CRAP! Java is not the Indonesian island, it's JAVA programming... Well, seriously I am hating this! Fuck it! I know shits about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-131864433499775075?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/131864433499775075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=131864433499775075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/131864433499775075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/131864433499775075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/07/java-indonesian-island.html' title='&quot;Java&quot; the Indonesian island?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-1480140762084187952</id><published>2007-07-15T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:38:51.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>After all the...</title><content type='html'>I just don't understand... Sometimes we do things by not knowing what you gonna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt;, it is because of peer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pressure&lt;/span&gt; or you really want it? After a while you'll feel numb about what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; and every thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; don't make sense, but some how you just feel you should continue doing it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-1480140762084187952?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/1480140762084187952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=1480140762084187952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/1480140762084187952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/1480140762084187952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/07/after-all.html' title='After all the...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-3337324302182553024</id><published>2007-07-01T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:44:43.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>FUCK THE GST!</title><content type='html'>7%... from 5% to 7%, when will it be 15%?&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I went to buy milk, it was $2.50... like always I love to bring the exact among.&lt;br /&gt;So, I take the milk walk to the counter n pay the auntie $2.50. Then the anutie said "eh... its $2.70..." then I was like WTF, luckily the anutie said nvm and let me go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-3337324302182553024?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/3337324302182553024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=3337324302182553024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3337324302182553024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3337324302182553024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/07/fuck-gst.html' title='FUCK THE GST!'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-6978117866288138997</id><published>2007-07-01T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T02:05:16.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>National Stadium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RoabQx59mLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bK-JySKBrb8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081919942110845106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RoabQx59mLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bK-JySKBrb8/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 34 years of service, the national stadium walks into history, with numerous events being held there, its ironic to see, of cause its also a little sad for people, after all its been a Singapore icon since, and all the things that goes with it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-6978117866288138997?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/6978117866288138997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=6978117866288138997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6978117866288138997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6978117866288138997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/07/national-stadium.html' title='National Stadium'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RoabQx59mLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bK-JySKBrb8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-8615680407785757724</id><published>2007-06-29T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:29:39.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Emancipated?</title><content type='html'>After a week's of sleepless night, and 3 encounter at the battlefield the war is over! The common test week is OFFICIALLY over! What's next? Well, it'd be conflicts with the lecturers and projects....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-8615680407785757724?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/8615680407785757724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=8615680407785757724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8615680407785757724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8615680407785757724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/06/emancipated.html' title='Emancipated?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-5509078206604474404</id><published>2007-06-16T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:30:59.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Are you a train?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wonder, when you were on a train, you look down on the tracks, this thing just came to you. It's like you are the train, it get bumpy at certain point. Also, at certain point you have to let people in, when the people inside gets too densed, you'll've to move slower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you got nothing that you want to do, chances are, you'll sit down at one corner and reflects upon what had happened. Well, I think for most people its pretty much screwed up. There are things that you wished that you had let them out, but thinking about it, people will feel weird. Especially, when you wanna to talk about life. You try to talk to friend, but no one listens. You try to hint them, but no one cares. You try to make yourself feel better, but your friends just make it worst. And when you want to make others better, it'll just be the same as always. You'll think you had tried too little, or maybe you really should try harder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-5509078206604474404?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/5509078206604474404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=5509078206604474404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5509078206604474404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5509078206604474404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/06/are-you-train.html' title='Are you a train?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-609494133185727873</id><published>2007-06-12T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:35:23.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Words That Got Written All Over Your Face</title><content type='html'>When your friends discuss about something where you only came to know when they said it... Well, its clear that you have the words "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;" written all over your face...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-609494133185727873?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/609494133185727873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=609494133185727873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/609494133185727873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/609494133185727873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/06/words-that-got-written-all-over-your.html' title='The Words That Got Written All Over Your Face'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-347934070624790615</id><published>2007-06-04T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:51:40.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>What should I say?&lt;br /&gt;       Am I lucky or not?&lt;br /&gt;              Well, seriously I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;                      Is it a prank?&lt;br /&gt;                             Am I that good?&lt;br /&gt;                                     I am a joke?&lt;br /&gt;                               I love to whine...&lt;br /&gt;                        Maybe I need more time...&lt;br /&gt;                I don't have the confidence...&lt;br /&gt;         I may not be used to it...&lt;br /&gt;I may not be what you think I am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-347934070624790615?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/347934070624790615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=347934070624790615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/347934070624790615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/347934070624790615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/06/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-5259744114748255381</id><published>2007-06-01T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T15:47:04.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Touches'/><title type='text'>Tresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RmJxzHfcVmI/AAAAAAAAACw/WIEgkm7UeRU/s1600-h/Page+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071741253370795618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RmJxzHfcVmI/AAAAAAAAACw/WIEgkm7UeRU/s400/Page+1.jpg" 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/27621230-5259744114748255381?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/5259744114748255381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=5259744114748255381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5259744114748255381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5259744114748255381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='Tresses'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RmJxzHfcVmI/AAAAAAAAACw/WIEgkm7UeRU/s72-c/Page+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-5020461579147400395</id><published>2007-05-28T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T05:46:05.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Laughts'/><title type='text'>This is what you do? Vol. 2</title><content type='html'>Earlier today, something happened in one of the labs in school, under the eyes of all the classmates and the lecturer. Well my classmate beside me asked me something and this is roughly what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;: "Eh... your there got hole? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: "Eh... no more leh, I've taken the last hole. You want ar? I pull mine out lo. I let you poke in first lo, mine still can last abit, when it dies then you pull out and let me poke in lo"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;: "hahahahohohahaha... -_, neimine lah, mine still can last"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: "I can let you poke mine!, mine is for 3 holes, your also rite? Oohh~ no.. yours is for 2 holes only, the 3rd one is plastic made"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Girls seating oppersite&lt;/span&gt;: "heeheeeeehahaha"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the labs' PC simply suck! That's why these things happens, we have to share the limited A/C power HOLES...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-5020461579147400395?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/5020461579147400395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=5020461579147400395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5020461579147400395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5020461579147400395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-what-you-do-vol-2.html' title='This is what you do? Vol. 2'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-4046975179987238617</id><published>2007-05-27T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:49:20.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Laughts'/><title type='text'>This is what you do?</title><content type='html'>When you have a proposal to write, you know what to do but you got no ideas for it and someone asked you how to do, well, chances are, I'll tell, tell them how to do. Here is a example, we have to write a scenerio in the report, and this is the example i gave to my friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt; had jus reach puperty, she was curious about the BGR thing, so, she asked her parents, but her parents were too shy to talk about these things. She hopped on to the internet, she search for such topics, and she stumbled upon this site, there are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;videos and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;demostrations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in it...&lt;/blockquote&gt;The name I used is the person's who'd asked me how to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-4046975179987238617?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/4046975179987238617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=4046975179987238617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/4046975179987238617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/4046975179987238617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-what-you-do.html' title='This is what you do?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-3965961518019711107</id><published>2007-05-21T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T19:10:31.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Disappointed?</title><content type='html'>Well, sometimes you'll be disappointed with yourself, especially when you have a goal in mind and judging by the shitty things that you are producing, you feel that you are so far away from it. When you feel really disappointed about yourself, you may even start to hallucinate people talking bad about you. Everything around you will seem to be going down the hill. But fret not, it'll be alright when you have a good night's rest, and a brand new day awaits...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-3965961518019711107?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/3965961518019711107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=3965961518019711107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3965961518019711107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3965961518019711107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/05/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-2119231194567693919</id><published>2007-05-08T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T01:36:01.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thinking back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, my mum dug out this hamster stuff-toy the other day, it kinda reminds me of my hamster pet and how I cried when it died. When you think back, it is pretty naive, but this is how human nature is, to wanna take care of somebody or something to be able to feel life. And whenever I think of dead hamster, I'll remember someone once told me that he "incinerated" his hamster on the stove... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Rj9gONWFWdI/AAAAAAAAACY/BtKwJSGCkk8/s1600-h/05061722-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061870303404448210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Rj9gONWFWdI/AAAAAAAAACY/BtKwJSGCkk8/s400/05061722-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was not me! I buried my mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-2119231194567693919?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/2119231194567693919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=2119231194567693919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2119231194567693919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2119231194567693919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/05/thinking-back.html' title='Thinking back...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Rj9gONWFWdI/AAAAAAAAACY/BtKwJSGCkk8/s72-c/05061722-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-5968827885128760950</id><published>2007-05-07T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T01:20:56.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please stop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get off my life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop the wispers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND DON'T TALK TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm going mad, am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Is it even normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-5968827885128760950?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/5968827885128760950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=5968827885128760950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5968827885128760950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5968827885128760950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/05/please-stop.html' title='Please stop!'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-3800103597384904441</id><published>2007-04-23T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:09:01.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sometimes again...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when you are doing things, while most of the people think you are doing the right thing, there'll always be one or two person shaking their heads or trying to find faults in you, to sobotage you and to mock you. There'll be a few times where they'll do it successfully, to pull you down from the high. Really, if you didn't think through things thoroughly, you'll make a fool of yourself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-3800103597384904441?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/3800103597384904441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=3800103597384904441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3800103597384904441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3800103597384904441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/04/sometimes-again.html' title='Sometimes again...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-5781634370313468570</id><published>2007-04-18T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T01:39:12.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>First thing</title><content type='html'>Everything feels so different this semester, meeting to so many people last school holiday, I feel weird having to say "hi" every now and then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-5781634370313468570?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/5781634370313468570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=5781634370313468570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5781634370313468570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5781634370313468570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-thing.html' title='First thing'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-3373832515546057176</id><published>2007-04-16T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T01:16:33.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Dawn of a new semester</title><content type='html'>In just less than eight hours, a new semester will commence, guess what? The first lesson is the dreadful maths. Tell you the truth, this sem... It's gonna be a boring one for me, there's not really any modules that I'm particularly interested with besides Japanese Language 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things had changed, I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;rv&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now, and little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;ci&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the same time, I'm looking forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-3373832515546057176?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/3373832515546057176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=3373832515546057176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3373832515546057176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/3373832515546057176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/04/dawn-of-new-semester.html' title='Dawn of a new semester'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-4606824126416269968</id><published>2007-04-12T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T16:31:54.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>How it should be?</title><content type='html'>Spending a lot of time with your friends may proved yourself wrong of what you think you would be, or at lease to what you don't wished to be. They may make you think that you were important, but the actions they do tells you otherwise. Maybe it's yourself, the actions you do or the things you said made them do the otherwise, but they do bring joy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confusing to think, the more you think, the more it contradicts. This is the conclusion that I got after four days of chalet with some old friends. The four days stay reminded me of something, "Am I a changed person? Or am I the old me?"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-4606824126416269968?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/4606824126416269968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=4606824126416269968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/4606824126416269968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/4606824126416269968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-it-should-be.html' title='How it should be?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-7983127185197669416</id><published>2007-04-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:53:57.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Good day! Madame and Monsieur! Welcome to the Opera Populaire! Let me present to you, THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052447493853172706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="171" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Rh3mOgVuU-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/JRsYSyMoED4/s400/untitled.bmp" width="236" border="0" /&gt;After 10 long years the PHANTOM is back in town again! With bigger sets and cast. There's only one word to descript the experience,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathtaking!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wow-ing to see the chandelier crashing on the stage, and there were sparks and fire gusting out from the stage as well. If you are watching the stage version for the very first time, you'll be astoned by the lightings, moving sets and the special effects they used, the depth of the stage and the moving sets makes it dynamic and really interesting to watch. The costumes were great, colourful and the sets were gigantic. I'm mesmerised by it! I was charmed by the music, and everything just went really well with it. It's an experience that I'll never forget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-7983127185197669416?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/7983127185197669416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=7983127185197669416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/7983127185197669416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/7983127185197669416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/04/phantom-of-opera.html' title='THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Rh3mOgVuU-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/JRsYSyMoED4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-1825019861339243406</id><published>2007-04-07T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T14:17:53.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Laughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Touches'/><title type='text'>The very first here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the very first thing that I post here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/sec5mathstb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 539px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/sec5mathstb.jpg" alt="" 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/27621230-1825019861339243406?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/1825019861339243406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=1825019861339243406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/1825019861339243406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/1825019861339243406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/04/very-first-here.html' title='The very first here...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-7581959807736208192</id><published>2007-04-07T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T13:48:21.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>eh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-7581959807736208192?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/7581959807736208192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=7581959807736208192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/7581959807736208192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/7581959807736208192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/04/eh.html' title='eh...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-7658823238694406650</id><published>2007-04-05T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T13:43:48.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>April fifth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;April 5th was the day, the day where it came to an end. After 3 weeks of immerse planning and 4 days of labour, the School of Information Technology Freshmen Orientation '07/'08 ended with a success! You'll not know how much you've learnt until the very last day. This is the time where you'll really know what “give and take” is, and also fulfilling your obligations as an Orientation Group leader, there's many thing that you have to abide to as an OGL, you'll have to give up many things like time, and some of your bad "behaviours". You'll have to come out of your comfort zone be a role model for the freshmen to see, and it takes tons of courage to bond them together, you've to make your stance for something that you think its right and fighting for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2nd – 5th of April, its where the real actions is, it is also the time that you'll learn most, and its also where new bridges are made. Together with 3 other OGLs, we were appointed to class of MI0705. They were so dead on the first day, I guess everyone was just shy, as the day pass they become bonded, they even make fun of us OGLs. After the grand finale, they had their very first class outing and that’s where their story begins. Besides MI07o5, I was also appointed to another group, the dancer group, they are individuals form various IT diplomas. They were to perform on stage on the grand finale. This is a bunch of crazy kids, they are talkative and obnoxious. With another 3 OGLs, we taught them the moves, and they just move on with it. They are really good at it! I was really nervous when they were on stage, but they just pull through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050272772718769794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RhYsVEy6toI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Mf-hQ6Jz62M/s400/NYPorientation056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; The bunch of CRAZY "money" kids("money" came from the song "show me your money" which they have to dance to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out the 3 weeks of planning, these thoughts came to me, “&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;why wasn’t I chosen to be the one to lead the OGLs? Do the ICs have what it takes to lead us? Why wasn’t I given an important post? And why I give up the chance of being an IC?&lt;/span&gt;” I wanted to give up halfway through, but to think about it, actually I didn't do much for people to notice me and then I remember this quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“Good &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;leadership&lt;/span&gt; means &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;being able to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;lead&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe my time was not here yet, if I can’t even follow a simple instruction, how can I lead people?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I am glad that I was not chosen, as it comes a greater responsibility that I may not know how to handle yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last diploma debrief, the seniors give us a piece of advice or encouragement. Coincidently, the encouragement was the same as the above quote. They can’t be that observant, can they? Or was my craving too visible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050276758448420514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RhYv9Ey6tqI/AAAAAAAAACI/bYUZT1zJN7A/s200/04061218-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The piece of encouragement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-7658823238694406650?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/7658823238694406650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=7658823238694406650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/7658823238694406650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/7658823238694406650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-fifth.html' title='April fifth!'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RhYsVEy6toI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Mf-hQ6Jz62M/s72-c/NYPorientation056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-1758996299318242193</id><published>2007-04-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:10:34.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Its April...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;F&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-1758996299318242193?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/1758996299318242193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=1758996299318242193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/1758996299318242193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/1758996299318242193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-april.html' title='Its April...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-8335063512773025934</id><published>2007-03-30T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T14:46:56.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Laughts'/><title type='text'>Zombie!</title><content type='html'>Well, while I was staying overnight at school I had a foresight, that next day, there'll be zombies walking at the atrium. Then suddently the props we made turn into real ones and the people that didn't turn zombie took all the "weapons" to blast all the zombies! Then on the same night I had a dream and in that dream I saw a pile of meat dancing... these really happened eventhough the night is not over yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-8335063512773025934?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/8335063512773025934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=8335063512773025934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8335063512773025934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8335063512773025934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/03/zombie.html' title='Zombie!'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-4882292543240049487</id><published>2007-03-29T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T01:50:52.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Tttttiiiiirrrrreeeeeddddd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Being an OGL is just so fucking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXHAUSTING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;FUCK EVERYBODY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-4882292543240049487?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/4882292543240049487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=4882292543240049487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/4882292543240049487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/4882292543240049487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/03/tttttiiiiirrrrreeeeeddddd.html' title='Tttttiiiiirrrrreeeeeddddd!'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-6962499311783173179</id><published>2007-03-25T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T15:54:22.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Hot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: Please read this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2006/10/hazy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was blazing hot, I had nothing to do, I was laying down on my bed and I fell asleep. Strangly when I woke up I was at another place, a long corridor, it was dark and creepy, everywhere's stained! I saw people! I run foward, there were nurses, I stopped suddently, the nurses have deformed figure and face, they were not moving, I got scared and I turn and run back the way I came! As I run my leg got heavier and I was on the ground and couldn't move, I fainted. When I woke up, I was laying on the corridor outside my house... Was it a dream or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-6962499311783173179?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/6962499311783173179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=6962499311783173179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6962499311783173179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6962499311783173179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/03/hot.html' title='Hot...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-8751072856240371348</id><published>2007-03-23T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:09:08.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Before happy there is...</title><content type='html'>While I was on my way to school today, something just came into my mind, "What brings happiness?". I sorta think it through, and this conclusion came to me. That is, in order to have or feel happiness, you first have to go through sadness. You must first know what's sad to feel what's happy. I guess that's also what we first learnt when we are being brought to this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-8751072856240371348?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/8751072856240371348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=8751072856240371348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8751072856240371348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8751072856240371348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/03/before-happy-there-is.html' title='Before happy there is...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-2115638190485925972</id><published>2007-03-23T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T02:16:43.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>When you are in "them"</title><content type='html'>You may think or hope that you are the one that is shinning or getting the attention form the surrounding people, you may be wrong, because, when you move to a larger group, there'll definately bound to have people with personality that is over yours. You may try to out do them, but you may just turn out to be a nuisance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-2115638190485925972?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/2115638190485925972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=2115638190485925972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2115638190485925972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2115638190485925972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-you-are-in-them.html' title='When you are in &quot;them&quot;'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-8106141444583827641</id><published>2007-03-18T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T02:14:55.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Busy will make you...</title><content type='html'>If you've been thinking alot of irrelevant things lately, it's best to occupy yourself with loads of work, especially for those that plan to "rot" at home this school holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself something to do, like me, I've been working really hard on the up coming freshmen orientation in school, I am really thrill to be part of this whole thing and from it I will get to know more people form other courses. I can't wait for the actual event to start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-8106141444583827641?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/8106141444583827641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=8106141444583827641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8106141444583827641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8106141444583827641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/03/busy-will-make-you.html' title='Busy will make you...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-1390402244874796380</id><published>2007-03-12T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:47:46.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Avril is back!</title><content type='html'>Well most of you probably know, Avril Lavigne third album hits store this April! Here's "Girlfriend" form her new album "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Best Damn Thing&lt;/span&gt;":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="415"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQ25-glGRzI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQ25-glGRzI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="415" height="340"&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/27621230-1390402244874796380?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/1390402244874796380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=1390402244874796380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/1390402244874796380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/1390402244874796380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/03/avril-is-back.html' title='Avril is back!'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-7205114551704676718</id><published>2007-03-11T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:44:50.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TVs'/><title type='text'>Scooby-doo, where are you?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RfQHLfcHGtI/AAAAAAAAABs/0hhgfmrSyJU/s1600-h/250px-Scooby-gang-1969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040661776933788370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Scooby-doo and gang" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RfQHLfcHGtI/AAAAAAAAABs/0hhgfmrSyJU/s400/250px-Scooby-gang-1969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scooby-doo where are you? Do you know why everyone loves Scooby-doo so much? Or was it only me? For my reason, cos’ it’s a dog, it can talk and it’s funny. Well, these are only a small part. More importantly, it’s the friendship of the gang that makes me stick to this show so much. I remember when I was younger, every Saturday, I’ll just sat in front of the TV and anticipate the show, even though I know its repeated, but still, I’ll watch it as though the series’ never gonna end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, will friendships last forever? Maybe yes or not it depends on the understanding between each other. When crisis raises there are certain things that you thought you could mend it, you’ll only make it worst. Maybe you didn’t do anything wrong and no one blames you for it. But you’ll still feel bad about it and you’ll know how suck a friend you are or as an individual…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-7205114551704676718?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/7205114551704676718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=7205114551704676718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/7205114551704676718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/7205114551704676718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/03/scooby-doo-where-are-you.html' title='Scooby-doo, where are you?!'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RfQHLfcHGtI/AAAAAAAAABs/0hhgfmrSyJU/s72-c/250px-Scooby-gang-1969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-8591431343731124703</id><published>2007-03-02T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:14:23.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>When emptiness fills...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feelings can be suppessed,&lt;br /&gt;Likes can be abandon,&lt;br /&gt;Love can be hidden,&lt;br /&gt;Enviousness is what that eats you up,&lt;br /&gt;it'll fills you with nothing but emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life will suck up if you feels that... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-8591431343731124703?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/8591431343731124703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=8591431343731124703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8591431343731124703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/8591431343731124703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-emptiness-fills.html' title='When emptiness fills...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-5150481157316659163</id><published>2007-03-02T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:08:29.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>30 Seconds To Mars - To Kill</title><content type='html'>Check out this not-very-known band, 30 Seconds To Mars... I personally think they'r pretty good though. If anyone know who's Jared Leto...his the lead singer... &lt;object width="415" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_bd_FHrZX5A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_bd_FHrZX5A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="415" height="340"&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/27621230-5150481157316659163?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/5150481157316659163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=5150481157316659163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5150481157316659163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5150481157316659163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/03/30-seconds-to-mars-to-kill.html' title='30 Seconds To Mars - To Kill'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-5495566571132921992</id><published>2007-03-02T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T11:39:53.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Laughts'/><title type='text'>Look at these</title><content type='html'>I thought our english are bad...but look at these, they are worst...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037165799300044306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Reebmz4GlhI/AAAAAAAAABg/r85-dGU7KOs/s400/get-a-breakage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037157827840742882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/ReeUWz4GleI/AAAAAAAAAA8/S0Ysu6dCabI/s400/for-all-powerful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037160207252624898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/ReeWhT4GlgI/AAAAAAAAABM/tOcOSdsgZJ4/s400/ohana-sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037159472813217266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/ReeV2j4GlfI/AAAAAAAAABE/FvdbdA4tO1Q/s400/big-dick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "powerful"-ness of direct translation"...did I mention that the above pictures are taken form a Japanese website? Click &lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see more pictures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-5495566571132921992?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/5495566571132921992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=5495566571132921992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5495566571132921992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5495566571132921992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/03/look-at-these.html' title='Look at these'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/Reebmz4GlhI/AAAAAAAAABg/r85-dGU7KOs/s72-c/get-a-breakage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-7412131074301953952</id><published>2007-03-01T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T01:50:58.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>A new start?</title><content type='html'>The end of the exam, marks the end of year one in poly. Time really flies man~~ without me knowing its almost one year already. Alot of things happened, people past and went, new bonds are forged while some are broken, amendments are made but seemed far from sufficient and new knowledge are gained. Especially, the understanding of self, it just seems forever expending, when some events happens, it'll make you think that "do you really understand yourself?", these will all put you back to square one and you'll have to start all over again, well, maybe not all over again, it just pulled you back a little...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-7412131074301953952?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/7412131074301953952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=7412131074301953952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/7412131074301953952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/7412131074301953952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-start.html' title='A new start?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-353443519412128354</id><published>2007-02-26T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:11:07.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Random things</title><content type='html'>Your heart tells you what you really want, but your mind tells you what's right from wrong. If they don't synchronise, it'll only bring forth confusion and doubts. For then, you'll not want to know what are the things you want, and what are the things you need. You'll lose all your confidence and self-esteem for that, you'll not have faith in yourself and you'll lose all interest in doing all things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-353443519412128354?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/353443519412128354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=353443519412128354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/353443519412128354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/353443519412128354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/02/random-things.html' title='Random things'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-110977943433491401</id><published>2007-02-26T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:53:25.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Evil raises again...</title><content type='html'>If you've watched the beginning and the Apocalypse. Here is it, Resident Evil: Extinction.&lt;object width="415" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5O_hQI9HrTQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5O_hQI9HrTQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="415" height="340"&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/27621230-110977943433491401?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/110977943433491401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=110977943433491401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/110977943433491401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/110977943433491401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/02/evil-raises-again.html' title='Evil raises again...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-2175861111858271961</id><published>2007-02-20T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:39:40.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>In the midst of the festive season</title><content type='html'>In the midst of the Chinese New Year, while kids are happily collecting the red-packets and, the adults, dreadfully giving it to them. Its not only the adults that dreaded these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are travelling on the road going from house to house, you'll see people eating alone at void decks, these people may also dreaded these festive occasions, they probably don't have any family, even their friends are with their family. Just wonderful it is to have a family! Cherish it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-2175861111858271961?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/2175861111858271961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=2175861111858271961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2175861111858271961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2175861111858271961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-midst-of-chinese-new-year-while-kids.html' title='In the midst of the festive season'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-321742377591820460</id><published>2007-02-12T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:10:33.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Can you imagine?</title><content type='html'>Well, Chinese New Year is drawing near and the semastral exam is not too far off. What the hell's wrong with the past half year? The things that I learnt seem to be easier but the stress is doubled, I am not a easily stressed person, so, this actually gets about me and its pretty nerve wracking too, having to complete so many projects in 1-2 weeks time. These are all just the beginning, its a new starting point for me, its been years since I've given so much drive. There's a bright route ahead, but it'll be a bumpy one and I've got no doubt about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the things above, now its my emancipation. Just like every other kid who anticipated the CNY, me too wanted it to come quickly, but before that I'll have to do some CLEANING, which can turn out to be torturous. You'll dig out thick layers of dust under the bed, the table and even places that you can't imagine of. When the cleaning is done, the usual things are still there, it'll look the same as before, maybe, a little more cleaner and neater. SO, WHAT'S THE POINT TO DO ALL THESE CLEANING? And we will again anticipate for another emancipation after which...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-321742377591820460?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/321742377591820460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=321742377591820460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/321742377591820460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/321742377591820460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/02/can-you-imagine.html' title='Can you imagine?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-1604409990861481120</id><published>2007-02-12T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:15:00.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Well, what's the use?</title><content type='html'>People says people with high IQ is smart. They are not exactly right, yesh, part of the high-IQ people are really smart arshes, another part does'nt know how to use them and the other part are nuts. So, high IQ does'nt mean u are smart, and you are not stupid if you got low IQ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-1604409990861481120?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/1604409990861481120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=1604409990861481120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/1604409990861481120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/1604409990861481120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-whats-use.html' title='Well, what&apos;s the use?'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-6508774015261198206</id><published>2007-02-08T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:12:12.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>How pathetic...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wonder why poeple say the things they said over and over again, just what exactly is their agenda? What they really wan to get form it? If you think about it, you too, often do that. Just what exactly people gets form it? Well, probably some confidence, especially, when its something great and maybe, they are just to show off. For these, its still comprehensible, but for one, its pretty pathetic, that is, to make themselves feel better, worst if the things they said are lies, it gets even more ulgy when that person got lost over their thick lies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-6508774015261198206?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/6508774015261198206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=6508774015261198206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6508774015261198206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6508774015261198206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-pathetic.html' title='How pathetic...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-5854926308678153461</id><published>2007-01-20T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:24:13.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Final Fantasy VII - One Winged Angel (Eminence Symphony)</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favourite piece of music, it gives me goosebum whenever I listen to it... enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="415"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yn71hIsm0U8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yn71hIsm0U8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="415" height="340"&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/27621230-5854926308678153461?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/5854926308678153461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=5854926308678153461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5854926308678153461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5854926308678153461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/01/final-fantasy-vii-one-winged-angel.html' title='Final Fantasy VII - One Winged Angel (Eminence Symphony)'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-5868077083310493662</id><published>2007-01-19T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:19:09.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Followed</title><content type='html'>I remembered when I was little, I used to mimic commercials shown on TV. If you think about it, life is just like “mimicking commercials”. Exactly how many times have you followed one's accomplishment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-5868077083310493662?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/5868077083310493662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=5868077083310493662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5868077083310493662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/5868077083310493662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/01/followed.html' title='Followed'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-4660325436546575145</id><published>2007-01-13T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T17:30:37.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Scissor Sisters - Laura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what that started it all, the first single from SCISSOR SISTERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="415"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h8YcDamNmfE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h8YcDamNmfE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="415" height="340"&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/27621230-4660325436546575145?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/4660325436546575145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=4660325436546575145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/4660325436546575145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/4660325436546575145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/01/scissor-sister-laura.html' title='Scissor Sisters - Laura'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-2926464093713596124</id><published>2007-01-05T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:15:49.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Touches'/><title type='text'>And again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's it again, another comical self-portrait...&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RZ4wWIw8CZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2M6sdufhR8c/s1600-h/menow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016500191805311378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RZ4wWIw8CZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2M6sdufhR8c/s400/menow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/27621230-2926464093713596124?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/2926464093713596124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=2926464093713596124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2926464093713596124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2926464093713596124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-again.html' title='And again...'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pbjYgrV72ZM/RZ4wWIw8CZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2M6sdufhR8c/s72-c/menow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-2392798063584179918</id><published>2007-01-02T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:27:37.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventual Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The last day of 2006 and the very first day of 2007</title><content type='html'>Its 2007 already, I’m sure it’ll be another heretic year ahead for me, the coming CCAs and possibly the World Skill competition will surely corck it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (my fiends) always go to Esplanade for fireworks to sum up the year, but this year’s different, instead we went night cycling. I sure enjoyed myself even though it was a treacherous one. Feeling wracked up now, especially my butt, it’s like being punched continuously…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode from East Coast Park all the way till Changi Village, the worst part was the road beside the airport, and it’s straight like hell and seems never ending. It took us about 30 minutes to cycle from one end of the airport till the other. Our objective there (Changi Village) was only to eat. We spend our last few minutes on the beach and somehow, I felt weird, there’s no countdown, no fireworks, we didn’t even know it’d past 12 midnight. On our way back, at the “never ending road” some of us heard weird noises, like someone’s whispering behind us, at that time we felt so wracked up that no one wanted to bother, but thinking back it’s quite spooky actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for dawn, and went home… What a great way to the last day and the very first day of 2006! And I hereby, wish everyone to have a great year ahead and Happy New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-2392798063584179918?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/2392798063584179918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=2392798063584179918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2392798063584179918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/2392798063584179918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-day-of-2006-and-very-first-day-of.html' title='The last day of 2006 and the very first day of 2007'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621230.post-6078239201994851128</id><published>2006-12-26T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T02:46:21.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Rivalry</title><content type='html'>If you think about it, actually, we are at constant rivalry, racing with time... trying to retain it or wanting to get it past. In school or at workplace, you'll be competing with your friends for the top honors and there's this sibling rivalry, it adds on and on. When it becomes too much, you'll have to deal with yourself, keeping yourself sane while getting past all these... Maybe, this is just a part of our life and why we are humans...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27621230-6078239201994851128?l=b-e-n-n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/feeds/6078239201994851128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27621230&amp;postID=6078239201994851128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6078239201994851128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27621230/posts/default/6078239201994851128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-e-n-n.blogspot.com/2006/12/rivalry.html' title='Rivalry'/><author><name>benn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914510101377147551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/ben_low_bibi/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
