<?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-5810436747880713790</id><updated>2011-08-02T05:39:31.276+08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='meme'/><category term='daily life'/><category term='poem'/><category term='watermelons'/><category term='comics'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Christianity'/><category term='videos'/><category term='song'/><category term='music'/><category term='musing'/><category term='Christian music'/><category term='Random Pictures'/><title type='text'>Stick with me, baby</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-4984209642996520105</id><published>2010-02-26T03:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T03:48:08.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Swan Song Of Ben's Blogging</title><content type='html'>Thats it, &lt;a href="http://memegenerator.net/Thumbnails/257/208x228_Troll-face-I-FINISHED-EXAMS-LAST-WEEK-THEY-WERE-EASY-AS-PIE.jpg"&gt;exams have ended&lt;/a&gt;, and I want to &lt;a href="http://img.moronail.net/img/5/2/652.jpg"&gt;end&lt;/a&gt; blogging too... I'm not the kind of person who gets back home and write little snippets of what I did with people &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stalking"&gt;you don't know&lt;/a&gt; and how I felt and how &lt;a href="www.livejournal.com"&gt;angsty&lt;/a&gt; I am and things like that. No. If i wanted that I would keep a diary, and &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/12/06/i-tells-you-sekrit-k/"&gt;NONE of you will be privy to it&lt;/a&gt;. I mean, would you really care about the inside jokes that I make with &lt;a href="http://www.zoo.com.sg/"&gt;my clique of friends&lt;/a&gt; that you are not part of? Maybe you do. In that case, lurk &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/4chan"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong more to the not so new breed of bloggers, people who prefer to just put a nice picture on the blog and caption it, or a &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/S4FIIhUN_uI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vWOhJrqiXNw/s1600-h/IMG_3249.JPG"&gt;image of some words that people will read because its in an jpeg file and its a different font&lt;/a&gt;. Or the blogsite for &lt;a href="http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/publications/attention-deficit-hyperactivity-disorder/complete-index.shtml"&gt;low attention span&lt;/a&gt; ppl: &lt;a href="http://www.twatter.com"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't like putting up &lt;a href="http://foodcourtlunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/hot-chick.jpg"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; I didn't take or &lt;a href="http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/uncyclopedia/images/2/26/Mona-lisa.jpg"&gt;drawings&lt;/a&gt; I didn't draw or &lt;a href="http://homepages.wmich.edu/%7Ecooneys/poems/bad/Coleridge.ass.html"&gt;poetry&lt;/a&gt; I didn't write or songs I didn't &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPAJ9I7AIAs"&gt;sing&lt;/a&gt; (or at least didn't &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/hitmanbreakeroftheye?blend=1&amp;amp;ob=4"&gt;sing in tune&lt;/a&gt;). I don't wanna rip others off. Sure, stuff like that is nice, great to read and gawk at, meaningful even, but for me, I don't feel that I should put up other people's hard work so that my blog has something interesting to read. Not trying to diss the rest who do, its just that I can't do it. But &lt;a href="http://www.gdargaud.net/Humor/Pics/FatFaeries.jpg"&gt;YOU&lt;/a&gt; can, because you have the gift of finding the right images or words, or even the habit to &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/11/07/funny-pictures-prevent-swine-flu/"&gt;spread cool stuff&lt;/a&gt; you found. You make the &lt;a href="http://beninhisden.blogspot.com"&gt;most interesting blogs&lt;/a&gt;. But i'm not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats two kinds of blogs I read that I won't write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I kinda thought of an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_elevator"&gt;ambitious project&lt;/a&gt; that'll &lt;a href="http://thereifixedit.com/2010/02/24/epic-kludge-photo-in-line-skating-trash-talk/"&gt;probably fail&lt;/a&gt; but its worth a shot. Its a compromise of a "standard" blog where you tell the world &lt;a href="http://images7.cafepress.com/product/61698337v8_480x480_Front_Color-White.jpg"&gt;what you did and feel&lt;/a&gt;, with the other kind of blog i can't name, and an &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q-tD8eW2rE/SZCovCjj06I/AAAAAAAACi8/9-BfmQbPPo0/s400/crap.jpg"&gt;art&lt;/a&gt; page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need an outlet for my crazy &lt;a href="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/South_Park_DVD/south_park_imaginationland_show_image__1_.jpg"&gt;imagination&lt;/a&gt; that i lock myself into, that make me seem to be in my own world, that defines the kook that is &lt;a href="http://www.asiantour.com/player.aspx?sid=20080720383083202359"&gt;Ben Leong&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/photo.php?pid=3655910&amp;amp;id=733851988"&gt;Doug&lt;/a&gt; will be involved. He also has a friend name &lt;a href="http://comics.drunkduck.com/Gorfield/pages/e9a4594eb9ac854561fb55b0c561f4ef.jpg"&gt;Katt&lt;/a&gt;. I can't decide if Katt is a &lt;a href="http://static.rcgroups.com/forums/attachments/1/2/8/5/2/9/a2669372-168-singapore-tranny-girl.jpg"&gt;boy or girl&lt;/a&gt;, maybe its grandfather was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krazy_kat"&gt;this famous one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100223170504AAy767s"&gt;I really don't know what the eff I'm doing&lt;/a&gt;. But I want to do it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its goodbye for &lt;a href="http://www.lipstickdesignstudio.com/images/home/boring-website.jpg"&gt;beninhisden&lt;/a&gt;, which will now become a cesspit of blogmemes or mundane miscellany and a archival webpage. It also has a useful links section to &lt;a href="http://welovechucknorris.blogspot.com/"&gt;better blogs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the &lt;a href="http://larryfire.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/procrastination.jpg"&gt;procrastination&lt;/a&gt; will stop &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/30th_century"&gt;anytime soon&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thezenofben.worpress.com will be activated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramblin' on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-4984209642996520105?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/4984209642996520105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=4984209642996520105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/4984209642996520105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/4984209642996520105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2010/02/swan-song-of-bens-blogging.html' title='The Swan Song Of Ben&apos;s Blogging'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-5351206776709646642</id><published>2010-02-21T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:52:25.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey poly peeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/S4FIIhUN_uI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vWOhJrqiXNw/s1600-h/IMG_3249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/S4FIIhUN_uI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vWOhJrqiXNw/s400/IMG_3249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440709136059596514" 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/5810436747880713790-5351206776709646642?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/5351206776709646642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=5351206776709646642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/5351206776709646642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/5351206776709646642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-poly-peeps.html' title='Hey poly peeps'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/S4FIIhUN_uI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vWOhJrqiXNw/s72-c/IMG_3249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-5295397169587833959</id><published>2010-02-07T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:40:22.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophical Question of the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/S22Z8h434_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/MRdn11ZeUHk/s1600-h/IMG_3217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/S22Z8h434_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/MRdn11ZeUHk/s400/IMG_3217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435169590474171378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For actually checking if I update this blog, you get a reward! A PICTURE!!!! WITH A PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTION TOOOOO!!!!! Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may now return to your daily lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-5295397169587833959?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/5295397169587833959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=5295397169587833959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/5295397169587833959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/5295397169587833959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2010/02/philosophical-question-of-day.html' title='Philosophical Question of the Day!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/S22Z8h434_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/MRdn11ZeUHk/s72-c/IMG_3217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-1462019217861765793</id><published>2010-02-06T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:42:55.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll make it a point to try to update this rusting site more regularly... But I just don't know how to express stuff through the form of a written blog anymore. It ain't me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'll post random stuff here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish all my exams and projects will be smooth and pass quickly. I'm not aiming for good grades anymore. Forget it. I'm aiming for "can understand the questions" at this point of time. I have always scraped through poly exams, by a few marks or two, and i guess this one will be no different. Except theres a chance of not even being close to "scrapping" pass it liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to apologize to my MP partner. My gpa is gonna pull our chances of getting the choice we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Screw it. Gonna read other ppl's blog, and try abit of bioinfo, and go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-1462019217861765793?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/1462019217861765793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=1462019217861765793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/1462019217861765793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/1462019217861765793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-make-it-point-to-try-to-update-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-4265877736215112447</id><published>2010-01-27T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:24:59.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many ideas, but none of them regarding studies. Also, Zeninhisben!!!!!.... is still postponed.</title><content type='html'>The past few days, I think i bumped my head on something, and suddenly I got a EPIC RUSH OF CREATIVITY into my tiny cerebal cortex. I can't stop daydreaming of stuff, making up weird ideas, and worse, I am sleeping less. Even worse, NONE of this creativity is being channeled into my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORST: I got no time to put this creativity into use, as I gotta study, and ironically need to block out the ideas. The only time these torrent of craziness is jotted down is during boring lectures, where I quickly sketch and write these down, at the expense of attention to the overworked lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can keep this slightly unnecessary "creativity" on hold until I complete my exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IF THEZENOFBEN DON'T OPEN WITH +/- 5 DAYS AFTER THE LAST PAPER, YOU CAN CONSIDER IT PERMANENTLY POSTPONED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't procrastinate anymore. I set an actual dateline liao. I'm meant for more than what I'm going through now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/693/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;This kinda shows how I'm feeling right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams, be merciful on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick with me baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Isnt the beninhisden dog cute? His name is Dawg, he just met you, and he loves you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS PS: He has a tabbycat friend name Katt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS PS PS: This Katt has no relation to Katherine Ong at all, although they are of the same feline phenotype, and I knew Katt since before I joined poly. I think. Or even before I knew Kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS PS PS PS: Pang Sai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-4265877736215112447?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/4265877736215112447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=4265877736215112447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/4265877736215112447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/4265877736215112447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-many-ideas-but-none-of-them.html' title='So many ideas, but none of them regarding studies. Also, Zeninhisben!!!!!.... is still postponed.'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-6443289168394363737</id><published>2010-01-06T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:50:52.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theZenofBen Opening soon! (again)</title><content type='html'>The front page design for TZOB is 75% done, which means it should be opening!..soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the content is like almost 0% done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'll stop procrastinating. Tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-6443289168394363737?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/6443289168394363737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=6443289168394363737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/6443289168394363737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/6443289168394363737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2010/01/thezenofben-opening-soon-again.html' title='theZenofBen Opening soon! (again)'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-6585471107864813574</id><published>2010-01-01T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:42:45.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticlimatic New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>I was taking a bath, then suddenly I heard loud screaming from my neighbours, shouting "HAPPY NEW YEAR!". While i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bathing&lt;/span&gt;. While everyone is partying and getting all high and rowdy, I spent my first new year minute in the shower. Talk about exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was practicing songs for tomorrow's lg meet up, when a tiny baby lizard came onto my wall! Awesome cute! It was on my encouragement cards, and i quickly took pictures, scaring the poor creature. It ran away from my desk as this evil looking guy from above kept approaching him with a shiny looking machine, jumping onto "The Roald Dahl Omnibus", and later to the Bible. Actually... this post is useless without pics! I'll post some pictures of the cute little fella soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its new year and i begin by showering, realising how tone-deaf i am singing Stereophonics' Rewind (its a song for the meet up, but don't tell them!), and taking pictures of lizards. I'm a cool kind of guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Happy New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-6585471107864813574?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/6585471107864813574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=6585471107864813574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/6585471107864813574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/6585471107864813574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2010/01/anticlimatic-new-year.html' title='Anticlimatic New Year!!!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-4329892627713266930</id><published>2009-12-22T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:11:07.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much to talk about</title><content type='html'>So much stuff, so little time. Really too tired to blog now. I'll just summarize what I have to say in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Being paid to be Santa Claus in front of the public is much more worse and less fulfilling then doing it from the bottom of your heart pro-bono in a Christmas outreach event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Church camp, was, not gonna suger-coat it... Weird. It covered the whole spectrum of stuff. Its the best camp I ever been to, and also the worst. I had the best of times there, and also the lowest of times. Made some great friends and ticked off some old ones. Worked my best and slacked the most. Learned alot and learned nothing. Had a great location and also a not very conducive one. Was one of the best organized camps, but also organized in a strange way. Found out alot of things about myself, but am even more confused. Discouraged and encouraged me. Was spiritually attacked yet spiritually enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at least the good outweigh the bad. In fact, its the bad parts of the camp that taught me alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this is definitely a very different camp for me. No impulsive jump jump or emo emo times. No reached-the-top-and-slide-back-down feelings. Rather than my other camps, which I felt were mountain peaks of my life, I felt this camp was a pit stop in the on-going climb up the (almost) never ending mountain of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for camp for two main purposes: To serve my best to God as a sub-comm member, and to reconnect with God. I'm glad I kind of fulfilled both objectives. Now its just up to me on my daily journey to take up my cross and follow Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Carolling at taka was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I STILL HAVN'T PLAYED LEFT 4 DEAD 2!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thezenofben will not open until the front design has been finalized. That could take awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cheer up, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Made some resolutions, but i shall break my ongoing resolution to not wait for New Year to make resolutions by procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lolololololololololololololololololololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wow I became more and more lazy in typing posts. Just compare this with my posts of last year. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cya soon ppl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-4329892627713266930?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/4329892627713266930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=4329892627713266930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/4329892627713266930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/4329892627713266930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-much-to-talk-about.html' title='Too much to talk about'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-1926435026673932317</id><published>2009-12-06T03:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T03:35:51.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EPIC WEBCOMIC FANART HOLY SHIT</title><content type='html'>I just did the most epic fan-art that I have ever done! Ok, my only fan-art I ever done... But still EFFING EPIC HELL YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it hoping to win a t-shirt and stuff. And to kickstart my artistic career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The webcomic is &lt;a href="http://www.bearsvszombies.com/"&gt;bearvszombies&lt;/a&gt; It has zombies and bears. Bears that talk. And are awesome. Talking animals too. And lots of undead celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway heres THE EFFING SWEET PIECE OF ART WORK OH MY GOODNESS COWER IN FEAR YOU MORTALS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry, having the case of finished-artwork-ego)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Sxq1MNNBJuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/loCvhZir48o/s1600-h/BVZ+Fan-art+by+Ben+Leong+hell+yeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 558px; height: 414px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Sxq1MNNBJuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/loCvhZir48o/s400/BVZ+Fan-art+by+Ben+Leong+hell+yeah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411837123546392290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS TOO AWESOME OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to my bro's girlfriend, who taught me gimp (even though she also use for first time), and Christie Tseng from deviantart who allowed me to use the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-1926435026673932317?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/1926435026673932317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=1926435026673932317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/1926435026673932317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/1926435026673932317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/12/epic-webcomic-fanart-holy-shit.html' title='EPIC WEBCOMIC FANART HOLY SHIT'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Sxq1MNNBJuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/loCvhZir48o/s72-c/BVZ+Fan-art+by+Ben+Leong+hell+yeah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-1828103591608938308</id><published>2009-12-04T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:57:53.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busybusybusy</title><content type='html'>Looks like I won't be able to open thezenofben or update anytime soon. Theres term tests and projects to be done. After that theres church camp, and after that its carolling!!! Ugh soooo busy.... Anyway nothings gonna happen with the blogs anytime until, like probably after camp or something. 对不去！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know 对不起 not 对不去 but my cheenis is so bad it'll sound like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-1828103591608938308?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/1828103591608938308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=1828103591608938308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/1828103591608938308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/1828103591608938308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/12/busybusybusy.html' title='Busybusybusy'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-5571333582333856455</id><published>2009-11-17T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:47:28.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO REALLY</title><content type='html'>LIVING PROOF HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHOTOS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SwGPV9DJo6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/LumqPTq1X0g/s1600/IMG_2751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SwGPV9DJo6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/LumqPTq1X0g/s400/IMG_2751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404758635149108130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SONGS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SwGPWg4NiMI/AAAAAAAAAVE/MJNVOcLNDy4/s1600/IMG_2689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SwGPWg4NiMI/AAAAAAAAAVE/MJNVOcLNDy4/s400/IMG_2689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404758644766902466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111111one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SwGPWYPXNgI/AAAAAAAAAU8/XpFqDOrQG74/s1600/IMG_2845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SwGPWYPXNgI/AAAAAAAAAU8/XpFqDOrQG74/s400/IMG_2845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404758642448086530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AAAAAAH CANNOT WAIT LOLOLOLOLOL sorry himbo moment&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-5571333582333856455?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/5571333582333856455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=5571333582333856455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/5571333582333856455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/5571333582333856455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-really.html' title='NO REALLY'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SwGPV9DJo6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/LumqPTq1X0g/s72-c/IMG_2751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-3658701286995012131</id><published>2009-11-16T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:06:01.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZENINHISBEN OFFICIAL COUNTDOWN</title><content type='html'>I got some material for Zeninhisben, and it will be up real soon! Got quizzes and tests to clear first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your faithfulness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-3658701286995012131?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/3658701286995012131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=3658701286995012131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/3658701286995012131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/3658701286995012131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/11/zeninhisben-official-countdown.html' title='ZENINHISBEN OFFICIAL COUNTDOWN'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-4132795062943139666</id><published>2009-10-27T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:22:53.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>under construction</title><content type='html'>To prove that i'm actually doing something, hears a &lt;a href="http://thezenofben.wordpress.com/"&gt;sneak preview.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna fail like this blog anyway but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it officially opens you guys will know. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-4132795062943139666?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/4132795062943139666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=4132795062943139666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/4132795062943139666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/4132795062943139666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/10/under-construction.html' title='under construction'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-584498340681899752</id><published>2009-10-21T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:50:07.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lolololol</title><content type='html'>Thezenofben will be created once Ben is bored. That could be anytime within the next 10 years. Anyway this blog won't be updated till then. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty for visiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-584498340681899752?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/584498340681899752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=584498340681899752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/584498340681899752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/584498340681899752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/10/lolololol.html' title='lolololol'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-8443871453772348737</id><published>2009-08-08T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:26:30.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dictionary for frustrated people</title><content type='html'>Medical Electronics [med-i-kuh i-lek-tron-iks, ee-lek-tron-iks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A compulsory core subject in Biomedical Informatics &amp; Engineering that Ben Leong is going to fail so bad&lt;br /&gt;2. A inane process of doing something over and over and over and over again to see some elusive signal in a oscilloscope&lt;br /&gt;3. Something that one puts in all his blood, sweat and tears in, but yielding nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my language, but I really need to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something to at least work so badly. Let's not talk about any other subjects. Like Netfund. Why does it seem like I'm the only one in class who find it repulsive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-8443871453772348737?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/8443871453772348737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=8443871453772348737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8443871453772348737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8443871453772348737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/08/dictionary-for-frustrated-people.html' title='Dictionary for frustrated people'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-866561481550180893</id><published>2009-08-01T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:21:03.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every new beginning come from some other beginning's end.</title><content type='html'>First off, I would like to announce that Beninhisden.blogspot.com will be made obsolete soon. I just not a blog kind of person, I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blogspot is unfriendly in uploading images.&lt;br /&gt;Blogspot is quite fail actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of thinking of starting anew... u know? something more different. more weird. more adventurous. more epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a blog though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe like a personal website or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like comics.&lt;br /&gt;I like songwriting.&lt;br /&gt;I like photography.&lt;br /&gt;I hate blogging. Or reading other ppl's blogs, for the matter. Not yours, though. Your blog is awesome. If you have one. I'm talking about other people's ones. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, I had lots of ideas running around my head. They can be anything involving me doing something big. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt;. Things like manning a successful enterprise. Or being a successful rock star. Or a successful rugby player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have more simple but still kinda-unrealistic ideas. Like successfully writing a proper song. Or have my own successful webcomic. Or successfuly updating a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, no matter what dreams or what funny ideas i have, I never even accomplish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I don't even attempt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you facebook quizzes, computer games, bad websites... damn you things that waste my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted a good amount of my life on things that never mattered. Maybe it mattered for that minute. I did not use it to start building my dreams into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple "dreams" like getting my GPA out of the 2.3 region (there. I made it public) by actually sitting down and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt; has been destroyed because of my love of wasting time. I am more than capable of doing it. But the point is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm not even trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my current short term goal is to score good marks for my semester exams. Thats my last chance of redemption. Quizzes are gone. Virtually all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and also to reach school on time for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the only way to do this is to declare war on everything that stops me from doing anything productive. (except playing guitar. That is considered productive usage of time. Seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing to do is to stop typing now at 1.15 am and actually sleep early. That way I won't wake up late tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I should try and write another song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then spent some time with God, and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revise maths for upcoming quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start soldering. Yes, i did not even solder my ecg project. I'm probally the last one in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my first point, i'll probably stop updating beninhisden. Maybe only for memes, because memes are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is a total waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ironically i hope to start another blog once exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;Not really a blog... more of a website that allows me to actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have an attempt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for accomplishing some dreams i have. Might die like this website, but at least I can say i tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Thezenofben is created, you guys will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, goodbye blogosphere. For now, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to stop wasting my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is war. And I can only win it with God by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Good night. Gotta try waking up early once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a good bye. This is a "see you later, alligator"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再见。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-866561481550180893?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/866561481550180893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=866561481550180893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/866561481550180893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/866561481550180893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/08/every-new-beginning-come-from-some.html' title='Every new beginning come from some other beginning&apos;s end.'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-1945826845946643562</id><published>2009-07-25T03:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T03:42:55.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there something wrong with blogspot!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>I can't seem to write a post properlly!!! I writing this on the "preview" screen, and theres like a big white space in between this little box and the title.... everything is basically screwed up. I can't upload photos or do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-1945826845946643562?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/1945826845946643562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=1945826845946643562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/1945826845946643562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/1945826845946643562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-there-something-wrong-with-blogspot.html' title='Is there something wrong with blogspot!?!?!?'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-2045686264112232168</id><published>2009-07-22T09:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:35:38.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>upcoming changes in every dang thing</title><content type='html'>im in your netfund lab, not doing your lab work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly i would like to say i really dislike netfund, to the point that i find it the most boring subject i have taken in poly. Its not because its hard or what, its reeeeeeeeeally dry. If I wanted to learn how to set up a LAN shop, I would have joined IT. Thats what i keep telling ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I want to make changes. Firstly in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start updating regularly again. Sorry for the 1 month lapse of updates. I would like to start by redesigning the whole thing. Either change the skin or make my own (don't know how, can ask ppl). I would give the cute dog a break from screaming "BEN IN HIS DEN!" everytimesomeone comes here (which is like once every year). He'll be relegated into a smaller role, with hopefully some new "artwork".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I want to make changes in my studies. I have to start nao. No more procastination/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to honour my commitment to not sleep past 2 o' clock, and come to school on time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be all. Too much change is bad. Even Obama takes his Change pledge slow, so i better do that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going through changes. - Ozzy Osbourne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-2045686264112232168?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/2045686264112232168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=2045686264112232168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/2045686264112232168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/2045686264112232168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/07/upcoming-changes-in-every-dang-thing.html' title='upcoming changes in every dang thing'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-3071259229927017696</id><published>2009-07-18T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:20:09.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Fields re-uploaded. Fuck you terrorists.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This was written after the Mumbai attacks. I'm re-posting this in response to the recent Jakarta bombing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This kind of shit really affects me. I don't see why so many innocent people have to die so unnecessarily like this. I really really really still can't grasp what the ones who commit such deeds gain. This was an attempt to get into their minds and try to fathom what are going on in their minds. This is as close I can get. But I still don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing Fields Of Hate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Killing fields of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Killing fields of blood so red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;How I love to fight in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Killing fields of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;See these guns and bombs of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;With these I put my life on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;And on the blood of innocents I shall dine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;See all this unbridled rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Demons released from its cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; I will turn the page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;What for? I don’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;For peace? Love? Justice? God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;It seems that death is the only way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe I’m brainwashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe I’m possessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Or maybe I just love to be in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Killing fields of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Killing fields of blood so red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;How I love to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;In your killing fields of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;See the lies I have swallowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;And the ammunition I have borrowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Hatred and prejudice soon followed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;See the people in the meadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;If only they just lined up and follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Where they deserved to be they shall go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;What for? Personal gain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone arrest me or I’ll kill them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Corrupted by the inconvenient truth of man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe I’m crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe I’m suicidal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Or maybe I just love to be in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Killing fields of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Killing fields of blood so red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;How everyone is going to suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;In my personal fields of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-3071259229927017696?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/3071259229927017696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=3071259229927017696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/3071259229927017696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/3071259229927017696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/07/killing-fields-re-uploaded-fuck-you.html' title='Killing Fields re-uploaded. Fuck you terrorists.'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-6354312908714623704</id><published>2009-07-18T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:52:49.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphjam.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/song-chart-memes-christian-music.jpg?w=504&amp;amp;h=257"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 257px;" src="http://graphjam.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/song-chart-memes-christian-music.jpg?w=504&amp;amp;h=257" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discuss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-6354312908714623704?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/6354312908714623704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=6354312908714623704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/6354312908714623704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/6354312908714623704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow-update.html' title='Wow an update'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-100720073948766617</id><published>2009-06-29T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:59:50.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ben has been tired since he came back from Cebu and too busy watching Jigoku Shoujo to update the blog. He promise to update soon, probably about Philippines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-100720073948766617?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/100720073948766617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=100720073948766617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/100720073948766617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/100720073948766617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/06/ben-has-been-tired-since-he-came-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-5035166668591769699</id><published>2009-06-09T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:06:58.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood On Your Hands + facebook quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so bored I made not one, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; facebook quizzes. But I'm not conformist enough to ask you how well do you know me. Instead, I will ask about my music tastes. I noticed that no one really knows my musical tastes. For some reason people think I'm one of those metalheads (HINT HINT). Go do it if you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1: Not Easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/quizdoyouknowme/take_quiz.jsp?q=10931429&amp;amp;key=V827"&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/quizdoyouknowme/take_quiz.jsp?q=10931429&amp;amp;key=V827&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2: Harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/quizdoyouknowme/take_quiz.jsp?q=11419559&amp;amp;key=LI3C"&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/quizdoyouknowme/take_quiz.jsp?q=11419559&amp;amp;key=LI3C&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&gt;.&lt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been months since I had any inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This song is dedicated to the governments, corporations, organizations and bullies that terrorize the lives of innocents just to satisfy their greed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blood On Your Hands&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think about nothing when it comes to stepping on the poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You indulge in pleasures that muffles the cries of the meek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;All you care about, is money, power, fame, sex, that kind of thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You never realised, the amount of blood stained on your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You got blood, blood, blood all over your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And your fake, fake, fake pretentious friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You gotta pay, pay, pay for your crimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And gotta do, do, do the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;If you go down, down, down to that hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;With your dumb, dumb, dumb cronies as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't say that no, no, no one told you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;About the blood, blood, blood on your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Families are broken because of your insatiable greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Lives are shattered to fulfill your little fantasies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Manipulating innocents doesn't even make you finch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It's only their blood that is flowing through your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You got blood, blood, blood all over your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;With your fake, fake, fake pretentious friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You gotta pay, pay, pay for your crimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And gotta do, do, do the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;If you go down, down, down to your hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;With your dumb, dumb, dumb cronies as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't say that no, no, no one told you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;About the blood, blood, blood on your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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quizzes'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-7502632401078037335</id><published>2009-06-09T14:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:43:23.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I want to do in my life: Awesomeness - Effort Needed chart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Si4Dat4NL0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/AAtO0IIIYYw/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 498px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Si4Dat4NL0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/AAtO0IIIYYw/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345213565262180162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing &lt;a href="http://www.rockpapercynic.com/index.php?date=2009-06-08"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, I got inspired to do a similar chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Axis: Amount Of Effort Needed To Acheive&lt;br /&gt;Y-Axis: Amount Of Awesomeness Felt If Succesful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y= (½abcͩʰcosß)X² + over9000C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my handwriting is atrocious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me that all the "realistic" goals are at the bottom right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something similiar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-7502632401078037335?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/7502632401078037335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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If your doctor told you TODAY that you were pregnant, what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;Twins? Please say its twins! A boy and girl! Oh, and can you run a gender check on me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you trust all of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Generally, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you move to another state or country to be with the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you make a dollar in change right now?&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to check. Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which one of your friends do you think would make the best doctor?&lt;br /&gt;Michele Tan. Purely because she's the only one I know in Biomedical Science. And go ahead at laugh at my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of commitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there someone who pops into your mind at random times?&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Whats your most favorite scar?&lt;br /&gt;A close tie between the chicken pox scar on my left hand, and the impetigo (soil viral infection) scar on my right feet. The former reminds me of my carefree nursery days, while the latter reminds me of my rugby days. Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When was the last time you flew in a plane?&lt;br /&gt;Last year February, to India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What did the last text message you sent say?&lt;br /&gt;"Are we meeting" to Jessica, for mission trip prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What features do you find most attractive in the preferred sex?&lt;br /&gt;Boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Fill in the blank:&lt;br /&gt;lololololololololololololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is a goal would you like to accomplish in the near future?&lt;br /&gt;Push up my horrible GPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you were to wake up from being in a coma for an extended time who would you call?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be too wasted to do anything at the moment. I hope the nurse will call my family, or better yet, they were already at my bedside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How many kids do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;Either 3, two twins of a different gender + one, or 2, both different gender. Yes I'm fussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you make a good parent?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure... I think I need to grow up a little first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Where was your profile picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;Blog: MS Paint&lt;br /&gt;Facebook: Hotel 81 Kebangan&lt;br /&gt;MSN: Bugis Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Whats your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Yong Quan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Honestly, whats on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;Boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If you could go back in time and change something, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Play more basketball. Play properly during my very last rugby Police Cup match. I think one of my mistakes caused my entire team to be kicked out of the last tournament. Dammit. But to give some consolation, the entire team played badly. And go for the school Music Vox (band) cca meet-up which I was too lazy to go at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who will be the maid of honour/ best man in your wedding??&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;tshirt and shorts. Yellow underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Righty or Lefty?&lt;br /&gt;I support the left, but my political convictions lean towards the right. I support traditional values but I support the objectives of liberals in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm right handed, for those who don't understand the other answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Best place to eat?&lt;br /&gt;India. Home-cooked food by the pastor's wife. Shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite jeans?&lt;br /&gt;The darker one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;A close call between Dogs and Horses. Cats come in a close second. But I like all animals except certain insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite juice?&lt;br /&gt;Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you had the chicken pox?&lt;br /&gt;See question 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you had a sore throat?&lt;br /&gt;Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Ever had a bar fight?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who knows you the best?&lt;br /&gt;Your mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Shoe size?&lt;br /&gt;11 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you wear contact lenses or glasses?&lt;br /&gt;Glasses. Contact lenses when i feel like it, or when i play sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Ever been in a fight with your pet?&lt;br /&gt;Tug-of-war with my old dog. He's one tough son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Been to Mexico?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Maybe when the who flu thing clears up I'll go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Did you buy something today?&lt;br /&gt;Food and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Did you get sick today?&lt;br /&gt;Homesick. Realised I won't be slacking at home for a good part of the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you miss someone today?&lt;br /&gt;The kids in India, and the kind ppl there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Did you get in a fight with someone today?&lt;br /&gt;With your mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. When is the last time you had a massage?&lt;br /&gt;Probably when one of the sermon speakers or program i/c said "give your friend a massage". Dunno when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Last person to lay in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Your mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 . Last person to see you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Rather not disclose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Who made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Your mum as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What was the last TV show you watched.&lt;br /&gt;Night At The Museum. Buts thats a movie shown on tv, technically not a tv show.&lt;br /&gt;Jigoku Shoujo. But that was on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Red Thread. Brian Richmond dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What are your plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend? I'll be in Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Who do you think will re-post this?&lt;br /&gt;Your Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Who was the last person you hung out with?&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and Jia Ling at aunty Jessie's/uncle Alan's house. Practicing sunday school songs for mission trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. If your significant other asked you to marry them TODAY what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;"It's more polite and socially accepted for the man to make the proposal, honey. But sure, why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5810436747880713790-4117285868032042734?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/4117285868032042734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=4117285868032042734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/4117285868032042734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/4117285868032042734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-boring-meme.html' title='Another boring meme'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-6356876717928477508</id><published>2009-06-07T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:59:21.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't feel like blogging for awhile because of term tests and can't-be-botheredness. Sorry for less then 5 of you who actually follow this blog. I promise to give a proper update soon, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To make it up I post a meme for you. Thanks to Liang Zhi, who dethroned Andrew to be the new king of meme addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. If someone says "you're so hot!", you'll say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dream Scream - Death Cab for Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes I'm a random person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Your crush is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You - Mustard Plug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. You love to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E-Kusa - Bonyari Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What the hell does that mean? Not counted. retake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. You love to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rootless Tree - Damien Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No, I'm a environmentally aware kind of guy. I don't like uprooting trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. A lot of people have stopped you and told you that they're:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STALKERS!!!!! AAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Your favourite food is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When Worlds Collide - Powerman 500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese-Western fusion food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Next year, you hope you'll have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Underdog - Rock Star Supernova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But the following year I'll evolve into the dark horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Your teacher scolded you because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its Alright - Melissa Otto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So teachers can just scold people because "Its alright"? Aren't there regulations set up by the MOE against this kind of abuse of power?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. You fall the hardest for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just Won't Burn - Susan Tedeschi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Love is like :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Vultures - John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Love will only eat up your dead carcass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. When you were three, you loved:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Good Love Is On The Way - John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I loved to be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Sometimes, all you want is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Under The Bridge - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...and hide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. The person crushing on you right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blackbird - Foo Fighters/Dave Grohl solo (Beatles Cover)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. You'll go out with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One Fine Day - The Offspring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Your first kiss will be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Life, Birth, Blood, Doom - Black Label Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wow. That's like a kiss scene in a vampire movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. You're missing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Shiver - Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. The world is a:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;By The Way - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...and preventing you from your journey to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. You think people who hate chocolate are&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Some Surprise - Gary Lightbody and Lisa Hannigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It genuinely surprises me that some people don't like chocolate. WHY??? Chocolate is your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. When you grow up, you wanna be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Miss You - Rolling Stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Sunsets are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;噢买尬 - 五月天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Usually when i see sunsets and feel like saying OMG, I'll do it in English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. If only:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Look At All Those Idiots - The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. When i say "hello", you say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lonely Soldier - Damien Rice ft Christ Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're pretty random, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. A blind date is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Forever Young - Bob Dylan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. If time stood still, all that matters would be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One Too Many Mornings - Bob Dylan &amp;amp; Johnny Cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. If a stranger hugged you&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Come Out And Play - The Offspring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sounds damn wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;25.This note is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Leaving - Corrine May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally an accurate one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-6356876717928477508?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/6356876717928477508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=6356876717928477508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/6356876717928477508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/6356876717928477508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-feel-like-blogging-for-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-8022359673577311742</id><published>2009-05-21T00:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:38:33.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: This post contains explicit Graphic novels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/ShQ14oH7UqI/AAAAAAAAATs/VRSHUM9BL9k/s1600-h/IMG_7762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/ShQ14oH7UqI/AAAAAAAAATs/VRSHUM9BL9k/s400/IMG_7762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337950705300492962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Libraries are God's gift to freeloaders. I like comics, and there are tons of comics which I would like to read, and the library has some of the good stuff. However, I have been introduced into a new kind of comic style: The graphic novel. I have been reading newspaper-type daily comic strips and a bit of manga, so this is the first time i came across a book which is actually a full-length novel in comic form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm addicted to graphic novels now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;While looking for random comics to relax in the school library, I came across a huge book. Its about as thick as an encyclopedia, so I was pretty surprised to see comics when i opened it. I liked the art style, and the bit of the story seemed interesting enough, so I borrowed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/ShQ34NZe7AI/AAAAAAAAAUU/XXHr7GyZdjA/s1600-h/IMG_7764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/ShQ34NZe7AI/AAAAAAAAAUU/XXHr7GyZdjA/s400/IMG_7764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337952897149627394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Turns out I picked out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blankets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by Craig Thompson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.topshelfcomix.com/catalog/previews/blankets/blankets_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 689px;" src="http://www.topshelfcomix.com/catalog/previews/blankets/blankets_04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A memoir by the author, he talks about his life was like as he grows from an adolescent into a young adult. Being raised in a fundamentalist Christian family, religion has always been surrounding him, but as much as he embraces his Christian faith, some values just seem imposing on him, for example, a Sunday School teacher questioning whether drawings can be used to praise God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Being bullied as a skinny child and having been sexually abused by a babysitter could be the reasons of him growing up to be reserved introvert afraid of the crowds and other people in general. This can been seen in how he hates Church camps, for he never seemed to belong, especially when the minds of the other campers are thinking only about finding pussy in the camps and not set for God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;However, he meets a girl named Raina during one fateful camp. About half of the book documents the growing relationships between the both of them, as Craig visits Raina in her town for two weeks, meet her not so stable family, have discussions about God, reminisce about their childhood days with their siblings and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was somewhat dissapointed with the ending, because Craig made some decisions which I don't agree with, but I won't spoil it just in case any of you want to read it up yourselves. Overall, I found that it was a beautiful take on the ordinariness of life, the emotions of love, confusion, dwindling faith and growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I found that I have many similiarities and parallels with the author. In fact, dramatic as his life may seem, he is actually living out a pretty average life not too different from others. It reaffirms my thinking that everyone is actually the same, only different. I hope my ending isn't like him though, but I respect his decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not too far away from the shelf which I found Blankets, was a book which I had always wanted to read for years. How would I know that it had been lying in the school library all this while?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Persepolis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; by Marjane Satrapi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to watch the movie adaptation! Straight Times gave if 5 stars. Wanted to watch it when after o-levels ended but the peanut gallery preferred L Change The World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rand.org/international_programs/cmepp/imey/images/persepolis-page.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 702px;" src="http://www.rand.org/international_programs/cmepp/imey/images/persepolis-page.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another memoir, this is very different in all aspects. The art style is very simple, childish even, a far cry from Craig Thompson's intricate fine-art stylings. Also, the dialouge and flow is very straight to the point. No time wasted on exposition, soliloquoys, metaphors or cliches that western books always inuanduate you with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The book speaks about Marjane's life in Iran during the tumultous Iranian Revolution to the Iran-Iraq War. Her life is shaped by the political chaos happening all around her, as her parents demonstrate in the streets daily and her education changes from a liberal co-ed French school system to a strict single-gender Islamic school. Apparently she was the great-grandaughter of a inempt Shah, and her granddad, an educated idealistic prince, was named Prime Minister due to his educational background, but was arrested for having Communist beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A rebel at heart, Marjane disobeys her different forms of authority in little ways, like telling off a Religous teacher, not wearing the veil/headscarf and listening to American music. With war and strict regime sanctions, life become more dangerous and frightening with close people around either dying or migrating, like her uncle Anoosh, who was a Communist imprisioned before the revolution and grew to love Marjane alot. (SPOILER! He died lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Having been bitten by the graphic novel bug, and since I was in the areaI went to the National Library to look for V for Vendetta, a political comic book I read during secondary school. It was on loan, but I found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maus&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: A Survior's Tale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by Art Spiegelman! Like Persepolis, I have always wanted to read this book, but it was always on loan in the Bugis National National Library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://yareviews.wikispaces.com/file/view/maus1spread3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 633px;" src="https://yareviews.wikispaces.com/file/view/maus1spread3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nazis! And Jews portrayed as mice! What more do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like Persepolis, this is another memoir from a war survivor. Having two narratives, one involving Art interviewing his father on his life during the WWII (he was a Jew living in Poland), his not so good state of health and his even worse state of marriage with his 2nd wife, another war survivor. (His first wife commited suicide a long time after the war.) The main plot is about how he lived during the war before he was sent to the infamous Aushwitz camp. Its done in a rather unusual style: Anthromorphic animals are used to represent the characters. Mice for Jews (derived from how Nazis deemed Jews as rodents to be crushed), Nazis as cats and Poles as pigs (supposed to be non-derogoratory, like Porky the Pig)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Persepolis and Maus make me think about how I take the stable political situation that we live in for granted. No wars, no revolutions, no forced imposing of religion or ideas. Thank God for that. A "normal" life in Blankets, concerned with other problems like relationships, family, personal religious convictions rather than being forced to ascribe to someone else's set of beliefs seems very inviting as compared to one scraping a living in war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blankets also made me realise how I take my family for granted. I do not know how families undergoing divorces and conflicts really feel. I still don't. But now I have a better understanding of what its like being in a broken family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-8022359673577311742?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/8022359673577311742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=8022359673577311742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8022359673577311742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8022359673577311742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/05/warning-this-post-contains-explicit.html' title='Warning: This post contains explicit Graphic novels.'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/ShQ14oH7UqI/AAAAAAAAATs/VRSHUM9BL9k/s72-c/IMG_7762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-4426132021654901674</id><published>2009-05-16T13:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:27:18.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Primary School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you enjoyed your primary school years, you'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;If you have nothing else to do, you'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;If you're here to read the questions/answers and pretend to hate to do it, deep down you'll still do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tag is so fun because the answers can go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;Read if you miss your PRIMARY school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Which school did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;Anglo-Cheenis School (Primary). Back then it was called Anglo-Cheenis Primary School I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What classes were you in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1-5)B, 6C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What was/were your favourite lesson(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Art. In primary 3 or4 I was so proud because my teacher showed my House-Theft-Prevention Poster artwork to the class. She wanted to make an example of NOT drawing stick figures I think, because mine wasn't one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you could remember, what time was your recess?&lt;br /&gt;I think it was 9.30-10.00 for lower Primary, and 10.00-10.30 for upper Primary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) List down your favourite food/snacks.&lt;br /&gt;Ling Yong Pau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Did you have a nickname way back in primary school?&lt;br /&gt;Ostrich, Benis, Benis Leongcock, Ben Boy (but only my tutor called me that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How did you wear your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Primary school was the opposite of Secondary school. The taller your socks, the cooler you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Have you been suspended due to the way you put on your uniform?&lt;br /&gt;No, only reprimanded and scolded. Got detention for uniform in secondary school though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Were you given plenty of reminders about your appearance?&lt;br /&gt;I had one of the most pimpled faced in primary 5-6, so everyone teased me about it lol. In secondary school, It was their turn to have disgusting pimples and I had a pretty good complexion, so I had my silent revenge. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Who did you look up to when you were in primary school?&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty tall so I didn't really look up to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Punishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Name one memorable scene where you were punished in front of the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;Too many to recall. All for petty reasons like not bringing textbook or homework, talking, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How many times did you skip class? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;I only started skipping classes in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Give one scene where you escaped from being caught/punished.&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with my friend in primary 6 maths class, and he was one of the weaker students. The teacher caught me and asked me to leave. I lied to her that I was explaining the question to him. She bought the excuse and continued the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I was in the canteen, the teacher saw me and came to me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And she apologised to me.&lt;/span&gt; I know I should have felt guilty about lying but deep down inside I was briming with pride about my own devioius craftiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Did you vandalize any school property&lt;br /&gt;Tables, textbooks, and library megazines. In secondary school I progressed to walls and windowsills. Even library yearbooks were not spared, but my friends started it, so its not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Did you ever make any teacher cry?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so, but I made a teacher swear. BLOODY SHIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Who was your favourite teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tay(?), the maths teacher I was talking about just now. She was kind of a bitch actually, and was biased towards brighter students, but the way she forced us to do our homework and spammed us with endless maths remedials towards PSLE caused most of us to improve our maths drastically. When not in a maths mood, she's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Lao Shi, my primary 6 chinese teacher. She knew I was pretty bad in Chinese but she never gave up on me and kept encouraging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Describe your DM.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember much about my primary school DMs so I shall talk about the Barker Road ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were my nemesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst one was, can't even be bothered to remember his name properly(Mr Sim i think), had something against me. I always kena him for all the small reasons. I remember when a few of us in the class was pulled out for long hair, my hair was actually quite short (but still violating school rules). Yet he pulled me out and scrutinized me up down left right, and overlooked the others with even longer hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know I shouldn't have grudges against past teachers, but I didn't really like him lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Who was the funniest/weirdest/loudest teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Once again, too many to recall. All were funny, weird and loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Social Circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Were you popular back then?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Were you in a big group of boys/girls or small ones?&lt;br /&gt;If the students I hanged out with in ACS were girls, I would be seriously disturbed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Who were your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like the term "best friend". My "close friends" changed every year with new class arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Did you and your friends have nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but can't really remember them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What were your favourite memories of you and your friends?&lt;br /&gt;The freedom we perceived we had as kids. The infantile joy of running around outside the school area before after-school activities. Exploring the same school compound over and over again, but each time it was a new navigation expedition. Making sick jokes involving body parts and sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best was still what I call the School-Bus Shenanigans. You can virtually do anything in the bus until the driver got pissed and stopped the bus. Games like murderer, time-bomb, Happy Family card game, wrestling, crawling below the seats for no apparent reason, stripping ourselves naked for no apparent reason too were the best road-trip activities ever. The climax was when the driver has reached his boiling point because of the noise, and he'll pull over and scold us in a mixture of Mandarin and Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL school-bus drivers are psychos (in a fun kind of way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Co-curricular Activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What type of CCA were you in?&lt;br /&gt;I was in Praise Club for about 3 years, Its a Christian club where we play games and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I tried out Golf, but it didn't work out. In primary 5 and 6 i was forced to quit because of maths remedials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What did you have to bring to your CCA?&lt;br /&gt;Praise Club notebook, these had stickers of Bible verses, a Bible-reading programme. If you followed the program, and did other cool stuff like attending meetings early or behaving well, you earn coupons which you can redeem for awesome stuff at the last meeting of the month. Ice cream and toy telescopes, thats one reason why God created Bible-reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and golf clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What did your CCA required you to do?&lt;br /&gt;Sing sunday school songs, do sunday school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Swing the club and whack the ball into the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Got injured?&lt;br /&gt;I was punished for being too tall in primary 1 by banging my head on the fire extinguisher when I tried to run under it. Hurt like hell. Parents were called up and they rushed me to a clinic. Quite a waste, because it was not an ordinary school-day that time. It was after exams i think, and they ahd some Halloween costume contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crushes/Lovers &lt;/span&gt;(In primary school???? come on....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Who was your first crush?&lt;br /&gt;If i had any crushes in any of my schoolmates in ACS, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt; would be seriously disturbed by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Are you in good terms with your last crush?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we made out every minute every hour every day on the school porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Did you ever had a relationship with anyone in your primary school?&lt;br /&gt;I had sexual relationships with everyone with two legs when i was 7 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Have you ever made out in school?&lt;br /&gt;Sex-machine was my middle name. Playing was my game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Closing Ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How did primary school changed you?&lt;br /&gt;I always thought primary school &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;formed &lt;/span&gt;you, not change you. Thats the job for secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sing one verse of your school song.&lt;br /&gt;In days of yore from western shore. Old ham dun less he row came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What was your favourite question?&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember. In secondary school it was "Where do babies come from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Who/what will you remember from your primary school?&lt;br /&gt;The carefree imagination we all had. The sense of invincibility. The times where you did not need to study at all and you can still score well. Being allowed to act like retarded kids, because afterall, we WERE retarded kids. (Now we're just retarded teens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Any memories you will not forget.&lt;br /&gt;Scoring the winning goal during one soccer match. Never scored a proper goal for the next 10 years of my life. That's why God created rugby.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I done with friends OUTSIDE school lessons.&lt;br /&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/5810436747880713790-4426132021654901674?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/4426132021654901674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=4426132021654901674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/4426132021654901674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/4426132021654901674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/05/yay-primary-school.html' title='Yay Primary School'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-8390978128417090386</id><published>2009-05-11T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:39:05.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress of my life goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Goals for 2009:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Complete the Standard Chartered Half-Marathon in December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Progress: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The last time I jogged was at least 3 weeks ago, at it was for like only 2 miserly kilometers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Save up and buy a bicycle, a few music albums and other nice stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Progress:&lt;/span&gt; No money saved at all. All gone to chocolates, upsized food, stationary and other pretty unnecessary expenditure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Push up horrible GPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Progress:&lt;/span&gt; Did not study at all last friday and saturday. Completed E Maths Assignment 1, which was given 2 weeks ago. Thats an achievement in itself. Still in holiday mood. Rather than mugging, I'm only wishfully thinking that my classmates should just stop studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Draw better, maybe start a webcomic or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Progress:&lt;/span&gt; Ideas in the head never materialize on paper. Too "busy" to draw. Art beginning to be relegated to childhood activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Play guitar better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Progress:&lt;/span&gt; Did not even plug guitar into amp and effects. Guitar goes virtually untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Write songs and poems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Progress:&lt;/span&gt; One crappy poem written on the bus, song ideas, like drawings, never materializes on paper. Did one musical arrangement for a Bible Psalm though. Quite emo. Quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Sleep early, don't be late for school anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progress: I'm writing this post at 12.35 am. I'll probably be late tomorrow, just like the whole of last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Be a better person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progress: Thats for you to judge :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Update blog regulary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a shakeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-8390978128417090386?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/8390978128417090386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=8390978128417090386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8390978128417090386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8390978128417090386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/05/progress-of-my-life-goals.html' title='Progress of my life goals'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-8316129435572734298</id><published>2009-05-02T20:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:02:22.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intaj Reunion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111oneoneoneunounounouno一一一一一一一一一一一一satusatusatusatu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SfxPNzet5dI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KKp2MyVOxiU/s1600-h/IMG_1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SfxPNzet5dI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KKp2MyVOxiU/s400/IMG_1304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331223157475763666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;India looks like the Middle East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Trackers group Intaj reunion woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the post o-level to pre-poly period, I was in a discipleship programme called Trackers, and I was in the team that went to India, and we called ourselves Intaj. I think I was the one who came up with the name... dunno lah. so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while (2-3 times a year???) we meet up to catch up, eat stuff and insult each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SfxPOm6tLOI/AAAAAAAAATY/fI5_aiCKs0A/s1600-h/IMG_7586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SfxPOm6tLOI/AAAAAAAAATY/fI5_aiCKs0A/s400/IMG_7586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331223171283365090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Michele and I got the brunt of the teasing. They keep trying to matchmake the two of us, until we relented and officially become a couple around 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However around 12am, we felt a little sorry for Eugene, who was depressed over his "scandal" and jealous of us, so we broke up for his sake. For some reason the next day around noon, the two of us (Michele, not Eugene) reconcilled after the cruel heartbreak, so the status of our relationship now is still "Platonic Friends", just to make things clear for those who saw weird stuff on my facebook wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scandals aside, we had a good time. Eugene asked me to open up the house for this gathering. I'm not a very hospitable person, but since I live near the MRT i might as well do so. All the previous gatherings were i n the far west anyway, so its only fair for the PMC people (except Vic who stay in Narnia) that we have it at the east for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SfxPOTFJHTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BUwgxLvrMEM/s1600-h/IMG_7574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SfxPOTFJHTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BUwgxLvrMEM/s400/IMG_7574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331223165958430002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tappenyaki is supposed to be harmless, but not when you put wasabi and Tobasco on the hot plate. My living room fogged up like a freaking mosquito-culling exercise. And my dad is freaked out that Eugene used up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big &lt;/span&gt;Tobasco bottle for all his food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad everyone enjoyed the food. Big thanks to my parents who did all the work buying the food and preparing the ingredients while I slack.&lt;br /&gt;PROTIP: Tobasco + prawn + hot plate = awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SfxPN4dddEI/AAAAAAAAATA/MzND0OAwwJo/s1600-h/IMG_1269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SfxPN4dddEI/AAAAAAAAATA/MzND0OAwwJo/s400/IMG_1269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331223158812668994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SfxPOKxSWYI/AAAAAAAAATI/o5vtvwZezj0/s1600-h/IMG_7579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SfxPOKxSWYI/AAAAAAAAATI/o5vtvwZezj0/s400/IMG_7579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331223163727665538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had sharing! Stuff shared a little P &amp;amp; C, so obviously I won't publicize them here. But I'm glad all of us have made some "progress" in our lives and are more postive after the last meeting. The last session was so emo even PKM's wife commented that "our lives are hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it seems like Intaj has turned from a mission trip group has turned into a irregular accountability group, or more accurately a quartenary cell group. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We havn't met since last year, but i personally feel that we are as close as a "clique" every time we meet. I hope we can continue to meet like this, and don't get too "bored" of doing it. Its so refreshing to have a fellowship and sharing time with the people you have worked so hard with together to take the journey of faith into a strange faraway land, hoping to bless the lives of the people there (but always the case, its THEM blessing us lol). For many, including me, this is our first mission trip, and with people from different churches, so its a special bond that we all share together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, only the PMC people stayed over (WTF!? Some more two of you live in the east). That is, Eugene, Michele (stop bullying her lah) and Victoria. We went to Hotel 81.Scandalous picture will be posted when I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SfxV3ANPM3I/AAAAAAAAATg/bKQU4oErHaE/s1600-h/IMG_7601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SfxV3ANPM3I/AAAAAAAAATg/bKQU4oErHaE/s400/IMG_7601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331230462336512882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not comfortable enough, so we explored neighbourhood, remiscned over made-in-India videos, watched some Korean shows (Fact, all Korean guys have the same vocal coach, songwriters, fashioin stylist, dance teacher and more importantly, plastic surgeon). We did try to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time, aside from my cousin, that I have invited people to stay over at my place. I should be a little more hospitable and organize more lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep. gtg bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-8316129435572734298?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/8316129435572734298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=8316129435572734298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8316129435572734298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8316129435572734298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/05/intaj-reunion1111111111111111oneoneoneu.html' title='Intaj Reunion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111oneoneoneunounounouno一一一一一一一一一一一一satusatusatusatu!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SfxPNzet5dI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KKp2MyVOxiU/s72-c/IMG_1304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-925659278703197626</id><published>2009-05-01T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:49:56.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention given to swine flu &gt; Attention given to "poor man" diseases</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphjam.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/128855514508546689.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 497px;" src="http://graphjam.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/128855514508546689.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Malaria is disease afflicting poverty-stricken parts of the world on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as we must take Swine Flu seriously, why are all so hung up on a recoverable disease that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has been suspected &lt;/span&gt;to infect hundreds worldwide when diseases like malaria, HIV, dengue, chicken pox and whathaveyou are killing thousands? And most of them are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;curable/preventable &lt;/span&gt;diseases affecting the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't panic over swine flu.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-925659278703197626?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/925659278703197626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=925659278703197626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/925659278703197626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/925659278703197626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/05/ironic-and-funny.html' title='Attention given to swine flu &gt; Attention given to &quot;poor man&quot; diseases'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-3968233129691304311</id><published>2009-04-30T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:52:19.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Molecular Genetics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rockpapercynic.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 413px;" src="http://www.rockpapercynic.com/strips/2009-04-28.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So whats the Dominant Gene? Bull or Shitz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much BIE is bad for your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, theres lots of things to pray for now. The swine flu endemic, the cliffhanging situation in Sri Lanka, things happening to friends.... seems like studies isn't the worst of my problems. Come on people, stop studying so hard. Let me catch up abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the situation in Thailand seems to be simmering down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less serious note, I wish I could go canoeing tommorrow!!!! auuugh. I'll be cooking lagsana instead. I need to learn other stuff to cook, like fried rice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-3968233129691304311?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/3968233129691304311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=3968233129691304311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/3968233129691304311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/3968233129691304311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/04/hooray-for-molecular-genetics.html' title='Hooray for Molecular Genetics!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-4490713662854380000</id><published>2009-04-17T02:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:17:16.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L4D + THE EPIC STORY OF MY GUITAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gamerevolution.com/images/misc/image/zombie-food-pyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 543px; height: 453px;" src="http://www.gamerevolution.com/images/misc/image/zombie-food-pyramid.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who knew mindlessly killing hordes of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;running zombies could be so addictive? I have been spending my last week of freedom with fellow undead hunting buddies Ken, Leon, Liang Zhi and KW. (Notice that all our names have either L or K in them? I'm a Leong.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My computer cannot handle the specs of L4D, so i can't play it right now even if I wanted to :(. But it's a good thing actually. I might get bored of the game if I have it. Its one of those games that's incredibly addictive initially, but since there isn't much variety of what you can do in the game, it can get ennui-inducing after killing zombies one after another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's blog about something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Because of the zombie infestation, I havn't been spending time doing more important things, like playing guitar. I havn't touch it since Tuesday, and I only played it for half an hour. Fine, after posting this I'm gonna play it. Guitar, not L4D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This was my guitar when I bought it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.activemusician.com/images/store/small/EM_032-1300-565.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 269px;" src="http://www.activemusician.com/images/store/small/EM_032-1300-565.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Obviously I have to screw it up. This is my guitar now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Seg6ZGuFn1I/AAAAAAAAASs/19pQEY_5jwk/s1600-h/IMG_7549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Seg6ZGuFn1I/AAAAAAAAASs/19pQEY_5jwk/s400/IMG_7549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325570762340671314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Seg6YsS_wsI/AAAAAAAAASc/SttfNrskWy4/s1600-h/IMG_7553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Seg6YsS_wsI/AAAAAAAAASc/SttfNrskWy4/s400/IMG_7553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325570755247719106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Seg6Y2y-ZoI/AAAAAAAAASk/M33DS2R0eJU/s1600-h/IMG_7552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Seg6Y2y-ZoI/AAAAAAAAASk/M33DS2R0eJU/s400/IMG_7552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325570758066202242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;See how badly I treat my guitar? The jack keeps coming off. Only tape can keep it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Seg6YfJeuPI/AAAAAAAAASU/Ja6qS_h2aEE/s1600-h/IMG_7559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Seg6YfJeuPI/AAAAAAAAASU/Ja6qS_h2aEE/s400/IMG_7559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325570751718144242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's the story of my guitar. X-Guitar Origins: Fat Telecaster. Also known as Mr. TV or Ugly Shit Guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;December 2006, a few weeks before Christmas, they day TOFU was being held in my church. I left early to go with my family to the Swee Lee warehouse. They were having a 50% off sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I already knew I wanted a Telecaster. Why? I dunno. I guess Telecasters look weird. They were unique in the sense that they were not Stratocaster-shaped, but they didn't look so different like a Flying V or a Moderne. I wanted something different from the ubiquitous Stratocaster, which just about everyone has. Les Pauls are expensive, and I don't like them anyway. They seem a little... proud. No metalhead guitars for me either lol, although I wouldn't mind a Flying V. But with a Flying V, how can you sit and play? If there were no telecasters available I wanted a cheap Ibanez superstrat, an Ibanez semi-hollow or, what the heck, a Squire Stratocaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I specifically wanted a Fat Telecaster. That means instead of a single-coil at the neck position, there would be a humbucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why? Again, I don't know. I always assumed humbuckers can give a nice warm sound (apparently I kind of correct).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You can see that my requirements were very specific. I wanted a Squire Telecaster with a humbucker at the neck position. And Swee Lee actually sells them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And Lo and Behold, a guitar that I fell in love with at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.instrumentguide.com/electric%20guitars/squier/fat%20telecaster%20standard/big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.instrumentguide.com/electric%20guitars/squier/fat%20telecaster%20standard/big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Look at that. Beautiful. Sexy. Curvy. Ebony. Hawt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I found one beautiful Squire Fat Tele, a brown sunburst one. I took it and tested it out. It felt right! It just did. I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was playing around with it for about 20 minutes, when the bombshell dropped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A stall assistant came towards us, and ask where I found that guitar from. We(my family) pointed out the stand where we found it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I'm sorry, the guitars in that area are already sold."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's the guitar I want! It's on display! There's no "SOLD!" sticker on it anywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"The buyer is some Indonesian dude who is downstairs looking for a drum set."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;From then on, I hated Indonesian drummers who buys Squire Fat Telecasters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My mum, being the protective mother who spoils her kid, was a little angry and kind of scolded the poor assitant. She said that there should be at least a sign saying that the guitars were already sold or something. She also asked if there were any other guitars of the same model. The assistant just said, "I don't think so"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I nearly cried. I'm not exagerrating about this part. After all, this is a specific guitar we are talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then another stall assistant, a female who looked more like at aunty at a market than a guitar expert, came to the rescue. She saw me, a little boy, sitting on the floor (I was testing the guitar after all), with bloodshot eyes (ok this time I probably exagerrating) and a sad sad frown, found a solution to diffuse the crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Ah boy, don't cry! I think downstairs got another one!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok, she didn't say that, but she did say something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Quicker than the speed of sound (from a guitar) she rushed to the storeroom, and came back with a white box which looked like a guitar coffin. She opened it up, revealing a Squire Candy Apple Red Fat Telecaster Standard Series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.retroguitar.com/guitars/2007_0919astelehumblured0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.retroguitar.com/guitars/2007_0919astelehumblured0009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Not actual one. Probably a Fender. Pickguard is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I heaved a heavy sigh of relief. Its a thousand times uglier that the brown one (hence its nickname, the Ugly Shit), but a least its what I'm looking for. It feels the same. Buy it lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was 15 minutes to closing time, and the assitant told us to quickly make our purchase. Then we realised, "Oh shit, we don't have an amplifier!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We were looking at amplifiers earlier, but didn't put much thought to it. My brother, the expert and advisor, quickly glanced around. There was this Randall RX20R which we were trying earlier, and since it wasn't too expensive, he just said "That one!". And that one was it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Both the guitar and amp cost about $550, making a nett total of $1100. That's alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But if you remembered, it was 50% OFF EVERYTHING DAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thats $550 for a semi-decent amp and guitar combo pack, or an equilivant of a "Buy one guitar get an amp free" coupon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs007.snc1/2848_83533201896_588601896_1484202_417058_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 289px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs007.snc1/2848_83533201896_588601896_1484202_417058_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And thats the story of my guitar. Rescued from a claustrophobic box in a storeroom (it wasn't even out of the box, let alone on display), to the even worse fate of the hands of a crappy excuse of a guitarist. The end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This post is dedicated to the Swee Lee Warehouse Aunty, who is the true hero of the story and saved the day for everyone involved. If I see you again in Swee Lee (I think I can remember how you look like), I will shake your hand like a crazed Korean drama fangirl and thank you profusely for securing my first guitar for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for you, I would have brought a $1400 Fender Stratocaster 1960s reissue which will probably sound alot nicer that the crap guitar I have now. But I would have spent alot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-4490713662854380000?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/4490713662854380000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=4490713662854380000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/4490713662854380000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/4490713662854380000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-too-busy-playing-left-4-dead.html' title='L4D + THE EPIC STORY OF MY GUITAR'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Seg6ZGuFn1I/AAAAAAAAASs/19pQEY_5jwk/s72-c/IMG_7549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-148199535998377142</id><published>2009-04-13T13:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:16:51.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter everyone! Will post soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-148199535998377142?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/148199535998377142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=148199535998377142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/148199535998377142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/148199535998377142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-3587634349517010114</id><published>2009-04-11T14:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:10:33.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIGF!</title><content type='html'>TGIGF (The Great Indian Gonads Fellowship) was yesterday!!! Kinda disappointed that I couldn't get anyone to go with me (you guys were too busy lol). It was pretty fun. Kinda like a scaled-down version of Solid Rock Cafe. We should have another SRC! Then we can get the Hard Apple Fan-Choy Reunion World Tour on the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go with "TGIGF Junior Band", but these guys chose "Ben's Band" instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2729/224/5/733851988/n733851988_1734764_1968426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2729/224/5/733851988/n733851988_1734764_1968426.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With heavenly voices of angels, and killer looks of pop idols too, are the singers Marie, Cheng Yi and Ken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2729/224/5/733851988/n733851988_1734795_8010797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2729/224/5/733851988/n733851988_1734795_8010797.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The string ensemble of the band is the strummin' Kyle, the telecastin' Ben and  the strattin' Leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs007.snc1/2848_83533181896_588601896_1484198_1874808_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs007.snc1/2848_83533181896_588601896_1484198_1874808_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our very own rhythm section is Daniel "Ba-da-bum" Chia, hiding behind him is the shy Daniel "Sticks Of Fury" Ng, and pretty in pink boy bassis Loo Liang Zhi. I wanted to give him "Bass-0-licious" as his middle name, but unfortunately he already has one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2729/224/5/733851988/n733851988_1734778_2176278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2729/224/5/733851988/n733851988_1734778_2176278.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, without any pictures of him playing live, you only get to see a picture of Bryan taking a picture of me. He's on bass and vocals. (Yes he sings too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these guys put in alot of effort to practice come for rehearsals, especially those who have school and probably didn't do their homework on wednesday nights because of this. However, the eternal glory of playing for one day beats punishment from teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the "lao" band, Mecury One. Have no idea what that name implies though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2729/224/5/733851988/n733851988_1734800_1651302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2729/224/5/733851988/n733851988_1734800_1651302.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2729/224/5/733851988/n733851988_1734801_6176584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 585px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2729/224/5/733851988/n733851988_1734801_6176584.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats TGIGF about? Its basically an outreach event where we get to play board games and have live bands to entertain us on the side. One game i find really irritating is Uno Stacko because when they are played by a big group of girls, they will scream (those bloody high-pitched ones) everytime to tower collapses. And lots of girls were playing it. (ergo mutiply volume of a high-pitched scream with the number of girls playing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2729/224/5/733851988/n733851988_1734777_1347004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 555px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2729/224/5/733851988/n733851988_1734777_1347004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how slanted the tower is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SeBh-g7H5vI/AAAAAAAAARw/iRZZkQ5acK8/s1600-h/IMG_7447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SeBh-g7H5vI/AAAAAAAAARw/iRZZkQ5acK8/s400/IMG_7447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323362486169626354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously Rachel has to spoil things for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i prefer to play the more peaceful game of Uno Stackthecards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2729/224/5/733851988/n733851988_1734805_1448727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2729/224/5/733851988/n733851988_1734805_1448727.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the irritating things keep collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also watched a movie, i forgot what its called. I call it The Fast and Religous, because its involves Ben, an illegal drag racer, finding God and stuff. Like most Christian movies, it was very corny. And not enough racing scenes. And no Japanese cars. All old-school American muscle cars which you'll never see in Singapore. Xian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part is when the dramatic "sad" scene where Ben was dying in the hospital emergency room, saying his last words to his family. Then the subtitles went: (Ben Dies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole chapel burst out laughing. Super anti-climatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a speaker, I think his name was Rev. Lawrence Koh, gave us a 20 minute crash course speech on what Good Friday is all about and why Jesus died for us. He speaking style was a little too aggressive for my liking, but he's ok i guess. Hopefully some of us were truly inspired by his mini-sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After TGIGF, a whole bunch of us played about 3 hours of bridge.&lt;br /&gt;Normally I don't like to gloat about my card game skills, but because i won purely on luck, i HAVE to show this picture off to everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SeBjFWry2DI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ruqoQpetMqo/s1600-h/Image0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SeBjFWry2DI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ruqoQpetMqo/s400/Image0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323363703191689266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sickest hand ever. Notice that there is no clubs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bidded 4 Diamonds, and won all 10 sets myself. Its crazy. But then again, its only luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we can have another event like this in time to come. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; can join in on the fun too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God we have Good Friday. Happy Easter (soon) everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-3587634349517010114?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/3587634349517010114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=3587634349517010114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/3587634349517010114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/3587634349517010114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/04/tgigf.html' title='TGIGF!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SeBh-g7H5vI/AAAAAAAAARw/iRZZkQ5acK8/s72-c/IMG_7447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-9018882962291360629</id><published>2009-04-08T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:53:19.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg Shakers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SdxlzZch0uI/AAAAAAAAARA/Cr6Mpx5QxIg/s1600-h/IMG_7425.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/_V-cmepChKZM/SdxlzZch0uI/AAAAAAAAARA/Cr6Mpx5QxIg/s400/IMG_7425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322240793323360994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg shakers are sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sh-sh-sh shake it baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-9018882962291360629?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/9018882962291360629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=9018882962291360629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/9018882962291360629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/9018882962291360629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/04/egg-shakers.html' title='Egg Shakers!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SdxlzZch0uI/AAAAAAAAARA/Cr6Mpx5QxIg/s72-c/IMG_7425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-9060052822629734726</id><published>2009-04-06T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:22:51.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't think of a title</title><content type='html'>Havn't been updating... has been busy. Been practicing for TGIGF, attending Shaun's belated birthday party and going for Tracker 09' graduation... kinda brought back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw uBlues in Timbre! Woohoo. Blues for the win. Felt abit extra sitting with this year's Trackers but the music was worth it. Its gonna be their last few performances. Wonder why they're retiring. Damn i need to learn how to play blues properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need people to chill out with me on friday, play board games and watch me screw up on stage. Come for TGIGF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching the news about the killer rojak incident. Its so sad. A lady actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt; and one had a miscarriage. The news team interviewed her. She was distraught. She said it was to be her first child with her second husband. Being 39, she's afraid that she might be too old to have another child. Who knew food poisoning could be so bad? I really feel sorry for the rest who are affected. I was thinking about the family with 5 kids aged 7-16 where the entire family fell sick, and got hospitalized i think. Must be hell for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres much needed comedy relief though. They interviewed this Malay storeowner from a neighbouring food stall, and she was something like, "Aiyoh, last week, my husband brought the rojak you know, the $5 round big big round one,  he got eat, but never berak berak one!" Haha so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-9060052822629734726?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/9060052822629734726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=9060052822629734726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/9060052822629734726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/9060052822629734726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/04/havnt-been-updating.html' title='Can&apos;t think of a title'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-2069129704009578362</id><published>2009-03-30T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:16:06.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Championship Debugger 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SdBxlsz9mfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/hfW-5kSb6EQ/s1600-h/debugger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 587px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SdBxlsz9mfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/hfW-5kSb6EQ/s400/debugger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318876052422760946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be the best game ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-2069129704009578362?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/2069129704009578362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=2069129704009578362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/2069129704009578362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/2069129704009578362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/03/championship-debugger-20065.html' title='Championship Debugger 2005'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SdBxlsz9mfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/hfW-5kSb6EQ/s72-c/debugger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-7251132062052481015</id><published>2009-03-29T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:13:53.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIGF coming</title><content type='html'>Coordinating stuff for TGIGF. That is Thank God Its Good Friday, a should-be-pretty-darn-fun event that my church is holding on Good Friday itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting together a band and deciding what songs to play and doing other stuff can be a lil' stressful. But with God we'll pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come join us at April 10th! Chill, enjoy yourself and relax jack. Get to know a bit about the big fuss over Jesus too. He's cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-7251132062052481015?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/7251132062052481015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=7251132062052481015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/7251132062052481015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/7251132062052481015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/03/tgigf-coming.html' title='TGIGF coming'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-5178079464347938048</id><published>2009-03-26T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:36:57.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engrishfunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/ScsErSPdc3I/AAAAAAAAAQo/jPbZbdRjlS8/s1600-h/engrish+mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/ScsErSPdc3I/AAAAAAAAAQo/jPbZbdRjlS8/s400/engrish+mine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317348926718571378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely this won't appear on the front page... but vote anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.engrishfunny.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.engrishfunny.com/vote/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-5178079464347938048?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/5178079464347938048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=5178079464347938048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/5178079464347938048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/5178079464347938048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/03/hehe.html' title='Engrishfunny'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/ScsErSPdc3I/AAAAAAAAAQo/jPbZbdRjlS8/s72-c/engrish+mine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-7546184747859198571</id><published>2009-03-25T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:00:07.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Random Pictures of the Day! yays</title><content type='html'>Havn't updated for a while. Heres anooooooooooother instalment ooooooooooooooooooof: Random Pictures For The Day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Scnj8MHWqEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/cXsOJzRhi8Q/s1600-h/IMG_7264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 332px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Scnj8MHWqEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/cXsOJzRhi8Q/s400/IMG_7264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317031458271307842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sandcastles at East Coast Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Scnj7dZsFII/AAAAAAAAAQY/mfrydHqgRIY/s1600-h/IMG_1865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 344px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Scnj7dZsFII/AAAAAAAAAQY/mfrydHqgRIY/s400/IMG_1865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317031445731742850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Cow + Tiny Puppy = Cuteness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Scnj7HuDYwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zMDjV7rr4AI/s1600-h/IMG_7083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Scnj7HuDYwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zMDjV7rr4AI/s400/IMG_7083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317031439911576322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Owl addressing his minions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Scnj7HgdKEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/yPOSzKX5Jj8/s1600-h/IMG_6623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 457px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Scnj7HgdKEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/yPOSzKX5Jj8/s400/IMG_6623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317031439854544962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Path where souls commune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Scnj6oooVaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/XzLPmIsk4rs/s1600-h/IMG_2766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Scnj6oooVaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/XzLPmIsk4rs/s400/IMG_2766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317031431567332770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engrish lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-7546184747859198571?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/7546184747859198571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=7546184747859198571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/7546184747859198571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/7546184747859198571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-pictures-of-day-yays.html' title='Random Pictures of the Day! yays'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Scnj8MHWqEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/cXsOJzRhi8Q/s72-c/IMG_7264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-9023612553421849366</id><published>2009-03-15T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:11:35.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old pplz dun lieks bein kalled "unties"</title><content type='html'>I wanted to go Mosaic today. But I didn't. Sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hopefully I can go this Thursday or Friday. Maybe I can see Goodfellas without being duped again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I shall rant about a little dispute going on in the Straits Times the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This issue is so serious it has broken down the ST community into two hostile camps. What started as a candid discussion about something ordinary became a full-blown world incident. Petty squabbles has evolved into ham-fisted expletive-filled verbal arguments, which took a turn for the worse and developed into full fledged physical combat. Lawsuits have been made, and what was initially thought to be a small case in the Subordinate Courts has risen all the way up to The United Nations Supreme Court. However, speculators are fearing for the worse as we embrace for military combat between private armies and meceneries in a fight to the teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Issue: People in Singapore being called "Uncles" or "Aunties"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some people&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wrote in to ST, complaining that the Singaporean/South-East Asian quirk of a younger person addressing an elder &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as Uncle or Auntie is offensive and rude. They have associated these words as terms to describe pedophile cheek0 peks and those loud Ah Sohs that annoy you in the bus with their loud voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that younger people should properly address their elders like other "cilivised" countries do: using "flattering" words like Mister, Missus, Miss. Some even went as far as saying that the correct term should be  "Sir" or "Madame".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say bollocks to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term "Uncle" and "Auntie", when used properlly, is a term of respect or politeness. A person who addressess a person clearly in their mid 40s or older is adknowledging the seniority of the addressee. They are showing respect and they refrain from calling the addressee by their first name alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One ST reader wrote in and gave the best response so far. This is not her exact words, but its close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who have issues being called "uncle" or "auntie" have self-esteem problems. Foreigners who feel offended by this should understand that this is part of our Asian culture. Live with it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the term "mister", "missus" or "miss" can appear condescending and convulated in a Singaporean context, especially if you do not know if the lady you want to address is married or not. Sure, we can call everyone "sir" or "madame" if we all want to turn our country into a nation of departmental store assistants (no offense to them) or ACS students addressing their teachers (offense allowed to be taken).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i will be cursed to suffer the same fate, unless I die young. Face it. People call you uncle or auntie because you're old. Or at least you look old. Live with it, you fogey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-9023612553421849366?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/9023612553421849366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=9023612553421849366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/9023612553421849366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/9023612553421849366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-pplz-dun-lieks-bein-kalled-unties.html' title='Old pplz dun lieks bein kalled &quot;unties&quot;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-2694991437520736552</id><published>2009-03-09T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:44:01.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born Fe Rebel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm finally doing this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music library on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write that song title as the answer to the question, no matter how silly it sounds! Most of the time they seem to work though, strangely enough.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ok, go!&lt;br /&gt;5. When you’re done, tag 20 people** in this note, and make sure to tag the person who sent you this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't be bothered with number 5. Just do this if you see it and want to ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here are my answers:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OK?” YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hurt- Johnny Cash &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok that was funny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Of Your Car - Ryan Star&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hopefully yours isnt too messy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shock Of The Lightning - Oasis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess I like girls who can surprise me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kids Aren't Alright - The Offspring&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted - Foo Fighters&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If burning out is my purpose in life I'm one sad little bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocketman - Elton John&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna Be Sedated - The Ramones&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh crap...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Got Mine - The Black Keys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm selfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its All Love - Rock Star Supernova&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kinda makes sense actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolution (Beatles Cover) - Stereophonics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thats nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Walk The Line - Johnny Cash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Because you're mine... I walk the line"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuces Are Wild - Aerosmith&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Will I win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big City Lights - Black Stone Cherry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna rule the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Tomorrow - Stereophonics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;@.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ultimate Fling - Poets Of The Fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OH SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why is it the questions relating to my parents give scary answers!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Day - Daniel Powter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WTF!? On my wedding? No please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And why do I have this song in my playlist? Oh yeah... got it from Jason's computer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babylon - David Gray&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pretender - Foo Fighters&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wut? I like pretending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let The Music Do The Talking - Aerosmith&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll write songs and you can read the lyrics and slowly you'll find out all my secrets. meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Of Puppets - Metallica&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Noooooo... I don't think my friends are controlling. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blues Improvisation - Steve Vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;None Of Us Are Free - Solomon Burke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll die a prisoner? Or does this mean that none of us are free from death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You Really Got Me - The Kinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;True.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Shelter - Corrine May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Walk On Water - Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you think really really really hard about the miracles Jesus did you might cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Interstate Love Song - Stone Temple Pilots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Leavin' on a Southern train...Only yesterday, you lied..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lonelily - Damien Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sure everyone is afraid to be lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Reverend Wrinkle - Black Stone Cherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eeeeeeee... a pastor likes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT COULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm Coming Home - Ozzy Osbourne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Um, does this mean I want to go back home with my mum, or I DON'T want to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How Could You Do It - Henry Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah lah... how could you??? Tsk tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born Fe Rebel - Steel Pulse&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/5810436747880713790-2694991437520736552?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/2694991437520736552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=2694991437520736552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/2694991437520736552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/2694991437520736552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/03/born-fe-rebel.html' title='Born Fe Rebel'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-8940723043584947303</id><published>2009-03-06T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:46:27.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>See.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Look at all the people&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the people&lt;br /&gt;See them killing&lt;br /&gt;See them killing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the soldiers&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the soldiers&lt;br /&gt;See them fighting&lt;br /&gt;See them fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the cities&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the cities&lt;br /&gt;See them burning&lt;br /&gt;See them burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the children&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the children&lt;br /&gt;See them crying&lt;br /&gt;See them crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Bow my head&lt;br /&gt;Hide my fears&lt;br /&gt;Hide my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Wish and pray&lt;br /&gt;That it'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the people&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the people&lt;br /&gt;See them dying&lt;br /&gt;See them dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the armies&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the armies&lt;br /&gt;See them shooting&lt;br /&gt;See them shooting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the orphans&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the orphans&lt;br /&gt;See them hiding&lt;br /&gt;See them hiding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the sinners&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the sinners&lt;br /&gt;See them praying&lt;br /&gt;See them praying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Bow my head&lt;br /&gt;Hide my tears&lt;br /&gt;Hide my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Wish and pray&lt;br /&gt;That it'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumbaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-8940723043584947303?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/8940723043584947303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=8940723043584947303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8940723043584947303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8940723043584947303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/03/see.html' title='See.'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-2987604238022152550</id><published>2009-03-05T16:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:27:48.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another facebook album + New colours</title><content type='html'>This blog has been revamped. The template is so bad, its good. That is why I never bothered to get a proper blog skin: The horrible template grew on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't the dog cute??? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=69095&amp;amp;id=733851988&amp;amp;saved#/photo.php?pid=1582056&amp;amp;id=733851988&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2631/224/5/733851988/n733851988_1582056_7432968.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another collection of bad photos. This batch is not as good as the first one. This is on facebook btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still have some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-2987604238022152550?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/2987604238022152550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=2987604238022152550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/2987604238022152550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/2987604238022152550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-facebook-album-new-colours.html' title='Another facebook album + New colours'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-7747003283399165581</id><published>2009-03-04T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:16:05.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I screwed up 84% of my teenage life. Oh wow,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Liangzhi forced me to do this. But i just updated this blog like 30 mins ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How much of your teenage life have you messed up ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TAG 25 FRIENDS; REMEMBER TO TAG THE PERSON WHO TAGGED YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Gotten detention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Gotten your phone taken away in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[] Gotten suspended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Gotten caught chewing gum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] Gotten caught cheating on a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Total: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Arrived late to class more than 5 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Didn’t do homework over 5 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Turned at least 3 projects in late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Missed school cause you felt like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] Laughed so loud you got kicked out of class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Total: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Got your mom / dad etc. to get you out of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Texted people during class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Passed notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Threw stuff across the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Laughed at the teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Total : 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] Pulled down the fire alarm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Went on Myspace , Facebook , Xanga , etc. on the computer at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Took pictures during school hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Called someone during school hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Listened to an iPod , CD , etc. during class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Total : 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Threw something at the teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Went outside the classroom without permission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Broke the dress code.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Failed a class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Ate food during class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Total : 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Gotten a call from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] Couldn’t go on a field trip cause you behaved badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Didn’t take your stuff to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Gotten a detention and didn't go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Stuck up your middle finger at a teacher when they were not looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Cursed during class loud enough so the teacher could hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Total : 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[] Faked your parents signature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Slept in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] Cursed at a teacher to their face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[o] Copied homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Total: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All total: 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Multiply by 3: 84&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then re post this as "I screwed up 84% of my teenage life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yep. No surprises here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-7747003283399165581?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/7747003283399165581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=7747003283399165581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/7747003283399165581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/7747003283399165581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/03/liangzhi-forced-me-to-do-this.html' title='I screwed up 84% of my teenage life. Oh wow,'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-6830464054983608199</id><published>2009-03-04T14:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:32:05.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Switchfoot Live videos + New facebook photo album + New music albums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?v=info&amp;amp;new_box_added_id=23371309003#/album.php?aid=68580&amp;amp;id=733851988"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs026.snc1/2571_54498636988_733851988_1578790_3708408_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;New Facebook photo album. Moar albums to come! Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?v=info&amp;amp;new_box_added_id=23371309003#/album.php?aid=68580&amp;amp;id=733851988"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;! CLICK IT NAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank God for holidays! I've got time to upload stuff now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I finally found a way to upload my Switchfoot videos to youtube. I had to do some stupid tweaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its going on facebook now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is Awakening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dm3cfC11L9I&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/dm3cfC11L9I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry for the bad camera handling. I was new with the camera, and didn't really know how to take videos properlly. I learnt from my mistakes, my future videos doesn't have so much movement and irratic zooming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But at least it isn't too shaky. Look at the idiot in front waving his hands to the rhythmn WHILE VIDEOING THE BAND. Dumbass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jon Foreman solo playing 24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ivufso1yas&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/0ivufso1yas&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna watch Switchfoot again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;================================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Sa5aInPB3kI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ALBQHtWwgwY/s1600-h/IMG_6916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Sa5aInPB3kI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ALBQHtWwgwY/s400/IMG_6916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309280114733866562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've finally brought Rise Against's Appeal To Reason. I also wanted to get the Black Keys' Attack And Release, but they sold out, so i got the nearest thing I saw: Black Stone Cherry's Folklore and Superstition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Both are Hard Rockin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rise Against is recommended for the rebel in you. Also recommended for the part in your heart that gives a damn about the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Black Stone Cherry takes away the "classic rock" and adds the "metal" in Southern Rock (What's ts southern rock? Rock coming from the Southern part of America. D'uh) . To describe them, they are like Lynyrd Skynyrd (the one that wrote Sweet Home Alabama) or maybe Allman Brothers Band (you probably never heard of them). Except they drank alot of moonshine, used heavy metal licks and screamed their lungs out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Neither are mainstream/pop nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-6830464054983608199?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/6830464054983608199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=6830464054983608199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/6830464054983608199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/6830464054983608199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/03/switchfoot-live-videos-new-photo-album.html' title='Switchfoot Live videos + New facebook photo album + New music albums'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/Sa5aInPB3kI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ALBQHtWwgwY/s72-c/IMG_6916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-8401797251189256530</id><published>2009-02-27T23:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:08:52.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Youtube Videos + God makes us happy?</title><content type='html'>I finally uploaded my first YouTube video. Pretty exciting stuff. I have repeatedly tried to upload Switchfoot live in Sinagapore concert performances, but its keeps stopping at 95%. Ugh pisses me alot. I guess this would help me avoid legal issues from EMI or something haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want Singapore Switchfoot videos i got two. (24 and Awakening). But i was pretty new with the camera, so the zooming in and out can be abit irritating lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I was waiting for something or what I dunno it was after church I think... This busker at White Sands was playing my favourite song (Knockin' On Heaven's Door). So I videoed him. Later he did Let It Be, another beautiful song. You can also see this video on my Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOVVgV43Euk&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/DOVVgV43Euk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I have the time to stop and watch buskers for extended periods of time. Some of them are really talented like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 or 4 or more videos that I feel like uploading. I might go back to my old craze of doing stop-motion videos too haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are at the topic of videos, heres a really funny one i saw recently! Old people are sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1h5UBeQcgjs&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/1h5UBeQcgjs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was pretty bad, like a Methodist church Holy Communion done wrong.. But the rest just cracks me up! The Ridin' Dirty one is actually quite impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;====================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does God wants us to be happy? LG session made me think about this. Jesus said stuff like love your neighbour or obey God, but not stuff like "Be happy dude".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, God even says we'll have suffering and hurt. Sometimes, obeying God feels like a chore, like loving not-so-lovable people or serving in Church. Does that make me happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, the Bible never said God did not want us to be happy. (The old twist the statement around argument technique lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if we live our lives out like how God would want us to, joy would come in as, for the lack of better word, side-effect. Loving others obviously makes one happy, despite the repercussions that come with it. Serving God is also something that gives me great joy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God promises to bless us in the Bible. There's no hard and fast rule that one of the blessings He'll give is happiness, but definitely true "clean" (not sin-induced) happiness should come from God. Besides He also blesses us with other cool stuff. If being alive, with sufficient food to eat, a roof over our heads, basic human rights like education and even luxurious stuff does not at least make us content, let alone happy, we need to look back and count our blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the joy that one gets when earnestly worshiping God... whats that? Its not just some "happiness"...Its much much more than that. Its something I can't really explain in words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-8401797251189256530?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/8401797251189256530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=8401797251189256530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8401797251189256530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8401797251189256530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/02/youtube-videos-god-makes-us-happy.html' title='Youtube Videos + God makes us happy?'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-7471012590027766653</id><published>2009-02-23T16:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:50:39.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SaVWXgRtvLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/n1Ozvxh86Ww/s1600-h/examwar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 557px; height: 406px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SaVWXgRtvLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/n1Ozvxh86Ww/s400/examwar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306742697727212722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have just emerged from the warzones of exams... dazed, wounded and barely alive. It dreads me that he might have to return for another battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously. I know you guys keep telling me to chill and stop dreading supplementary papers, to stop being so pessimistic and stuff. But the truth is, I did not put in any real effort during this term, and screwing up exams big time is only what i deserve. Argh. Hopefully i can manage a D for edev and Dfund, and hopefully biochem can be reasonable. rrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough ranting. Heres something to liven up the mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SaVWXmaZnXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ASAPxbIskPg/s1600-h/ooooh+yeah+koolaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SaVWXmaZnXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ASAPxbIskPg/s400/ooooh+yeah+koolaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306742699374255474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Plans for long holidays! Have way too much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Play guitar everyday. Must instill this discipline&lt;br /&gt;2. Play harmonica.&lt;br /&gt;3. Play guitar and harmonica at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;4. Draw&lt;br /&gt;5. Write songs.&lt;br /&gt;6. Play guitar&lt;br /&gt;7. Tidy up my room&lt;br /&gt;8. Then re-deco/paint it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Play guitar&lt;br /&gt;10. Find work?&lt;br /&gt;11. Exercise&lt;br /&gt;12. Play basketball&lt;br /&gt;13. Play guitar&lt;br /&gt;14. Study lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-7471012590027766653?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/7471012590027766653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=7471012590027766653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/7471012590027766653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/7471012590027766653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-said-you-should-be-studying-but-since.html' title='Holiday plans'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SaVWXgRtvLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/n1Ozvxh86Ww/s72-c/examwar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-7981467953981300421</id><published>2009-02-13T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:45:11.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're in poly, you're probably not reading this... unless you are. But you should be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia You!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-7981467953981300421?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/7981467953981300421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=7981467953981300421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/7981467953981300421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/7981467953981300421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-youre-in-poly-youre-probably-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-2352323969619581996</id><published>2009-02-06T23:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:06:59.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week in summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Many stuff happened this week. I'll get the bad parts done and over with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I did not know how to do a single question for the last 3 quizzes. Not one. So its 30% in the toilet. X/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its time to chiong for main exams liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Timbre Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The last time I went to timbre was when i was 14 or 15 with my brother. The band was Ublues AKA Universal Blues Band, one of Singapore's forerunner Blues band. If they perform again sometime you guys must follow me and watch them. Thats an order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We wanted to watch Goodfellas doing an acoustic set. Goodfellas is a pretty good bad (pun not intented). So when they swapped the band for some other group I got really dissapointed...They were not very fantastic, just another coffeehouse band. The problem is that they chose songs that were "normal" and already acoustic. You know, the Jason Mraz and John Mayer stuff. (John Mayer, live, is a hot Blues player! Stop listening to his studio work ppl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They did got interesting when they played Justin Timberlake. It really got everyone's attention when the did LoveStoned. It brought back memories of S.R.C. It shows how much potential they have if they chose the right songs. They got a nice bassist and an above-average singer who can do falsetto. Maybe they just need more experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs they chose kinda stirred up not-too-distant memories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologize by OneRepublic: If you are from BIE and u are reading this blog, chances are u know what i mean ^^ We need to jam again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creep by Radiohead: We were singing this songs in my cousin's cousin house during CNY. I don't know their uncle/my auntie's-in-law's husband, but when he saw me trying to figure out the chords to Creep, he joined in... haha, my cousins and him were singing the bridge part... Thats what my auntie meant by "music brings everyone together".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovestoned by Justin Timberlake: The song the dance team danced to during Solid Rock Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;I wish there would be another SRC. Then we can have a Hard Apple Fan Choi reunion gig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Where is my Goodfellas!?!!?!? They should at least put the change on their website! gggggrrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, i got drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY07OydkRdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2IY3CkU9Xi0/s1600-h/IMG_6660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY07OydkRdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2IY3CkU9Xi0/s400/IMG_6660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299957461734933970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY07OwfZ5wI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MlrH3GYA1n0/s1600-h/IMG_6628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY07OwfZ5wI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MlrH3GYA1n0/s400/IMG_6628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299957461205772034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is me with a huge glass of Coca-Cola. I didn't know it was spiked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This was my vision before i drank the coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY07Ou31eEI/AAAAAAAAANw/vyLLTjxM874/s1600-h/IMG_6657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY07Ou31eEI/AAAAAAAAANw/vyLLTjxM874/s400/IMG_6657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299957460771371074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY07OWW4mfI/AAAAAAAAANo/Pc2C6gapesI/s1600-h/IMG_6655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY07OWW4mfI/AAAAAAAAANo/Pc2C6gapesI/s400/IMG_6655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299957454190713330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After a few sips, my vision was like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY07OnarfTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/XmzL9Ep5JiM/s1600-h/IMG_6656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY07OnarfTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/XmzL9Ep5JiM/s400/IMG_6656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299957458770033970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its was powerful stuff. Half of the stuff and i was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY0-2f45qEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oNyuKRiK81c/s1600-h/IMG_6641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY0-2f45qEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oNyuKRiK81c/s400/IMG_6641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299961442478958658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;at this point of time all i saw were neon-light emitting fairies flying everywhere:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY0-2iLlINI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kiSJoqJwpxc/s1600-h/IMG_6652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY0-2iLlINI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kiSJoqJwpxc/s400/IMG_6652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299961443094175954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY0-2O7GLQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/JSh95dxYLoc/s1600-h/IMG_6661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY0-2O7GLQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/JSh95dxYLoc/s400/IMG_6661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299961437924764930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was inevitable. Here is a kind stranger checking if I was alright. Thanks mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY0-15aS6QI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/D1o53Ew-5Fk/s1600-h/IMG_6662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY0-15aS6QI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/D1o53Ew-5Fk/s400/IMG_6662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299961432150042882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When i woke up i was here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY0-24l_WxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/uwzfMopuGhE/s1600-h/IMG_6299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY0-24l_WxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/uwzfMopuGhE/s400/IMG_6299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299961449110526738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday: Got a proper haircut finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thursday: End of  a damn irritating CDS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+ A pleasant surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch i went to the bookstore to buy a cd for my presentation... As i pass by there was a live band! AND FOR THE FIRST TIME I KNEW EVERY SINGLE SONG A BAND PLAYED DURING A GIG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey In A Jar - Metallica's rendition&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Train - Ozzy Osbourne&lt;br /&gt;Smoke On The Water - Deep Purple (a song that is perfect as a Classic Rock 101 introduction)&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid - Black Sabbath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To understand the big deal over Classic Rock, listen to these 4 songs. These are is a goodClassic Rock starter-pack songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useful information on why ppl listen to classic rock!&lt;a href="http://graphjam.com/2009/01/10/song-chart-memes-kids-listen-to-classic-rock/#comments"&gt; Click! &lt;/a&gt;Its true! But i belong to neither section... mine is not parents or friends, its brother. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We had one last burst... A final final presentation for our project! I took Management of Enterprise btw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was all over... the crapping of reports... the wednesday long meetings...the calling of Mediacorp and other advertising companies pretending to be a legit business enquiring about the cost of advertising.... the whole damn thing is over. I thought my leader would be even more bossy towards the end... but strangely he did opposite and mellowed. I guess he knew everyone did their part, and everyone did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally! Its over! I have emerged from this, with some business skillz, and a little pride from enduring this unneccesarily overbearing subject.. Ooooooooooh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friday: "First" LG session for the year + Songwriting and guitaring in BIE clubroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha Jason, Wyman and I went to the clubroom to "study"... fail! Hafiz was playing guitar, AND HE'S A DAMN GOOD SINGER. He got the ang-moh kind of voice... Basically he's a stereotype mat haha. He plays "normal" guitar better than me, i.e. He has a good sense of timing and is gentle on the strings, unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we tried to play other songs. I was the handicap: I was the only one among the 3 of us who could at least strum some chords, but i didn't know any chinese songs except Jay Chous, Fish Leong and Na Bian De Nu Hai.. -.-   But we finally found one that i could strum to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;a David Tao R/B song. Damn nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we tried to write songs using Jason's poems. Wyman was on to something with Jason's Chinese zuo pin. I was on to something on his poem "Melancholy Angel"... then Hafiz came back from prayers, saw what we were doing and joined in. His interpretion of Melancholy Angel thrashes mine!!!! Urgh... not fair! I gave him the chords!!! He's a great singer and i'm tone-deaf! Haha now it wont do justice to impose my melody on it, so i guess I'll use it for my own songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wWe had our first "proper" official LG session for the year. The new book that we were going to use as our LG material was pretty exciting. It had the run-of-the-mill material you would find in any group study. BUT it did more than that. Half the book were group studies, the other half is pretty cool stuff. Accountabilty stuff (so i won't pretend to get drunk again!), extra-Bible study help, MEMORY VERSES, prayer logs.... It was a whole QT starter-pack material! It even had a page on "Group Covenant" where we would have to sign later....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why so serious??? Lol.... looking forward to the lg sessions of this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AND we merged lgs...Thankfully not too many of them made fun of me and Michele. Luckily that ah piu never come.... He would have a freaking field day with us. Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY1Gob8ENrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/j8tRuwFnWLw/s1600-h/CIMG1712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY1Gob8ENrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/j8tRuwFnWLw/s400/CIMG1712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299969996993345202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, and thanks for the little belated 2nd febwuawy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;celebwation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-2352323969619581996?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/2352323969619581996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=2352323969619581996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/2352323969619581996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/2352323969619581996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-update-soon-too-many-things-to.html' title='The week in summary'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SY07OydkRdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2IY3CkU9Xi0/s72-c/IMG_6660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-3980305550418351100</id><published>2009-02-03T00:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:11:37.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Ben is old.</title><content type='html'>Title: 'Nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting my blog! As a reward you get to see a candid shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYcu_QH555I/AAAAAAAAANA/HLxUEqFFTZI/s1600-h/any+doubt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298255150819436434" style="width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYcu_QH555I/AAAAAAAAANA/HLxUEqFFTZI/s400/any+doubt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Any questions? Good lah! NaDH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is PURE COINCIDENCE. RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.qwantz.com/comics/comic2-1427.png"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 649px; cursor: pointer; height: 410px;" alt="" src="http://www.qwantz.com/comics/comic2-1427.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Qwantz comic for  SECOND FEBWUAWY 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinosaur comic is dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link placed to avoid lawsuits: &lt;a href="http://www.qwantz.com/"&gt;www.qwantz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the more blur ppl here, febwuawy 2nd is the day i celebrate myself for reasons I'm not very sure of. Something about birthing or what, i dunno lol. But this year was special. I had a proper celebration with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Last year, i spent febwuawy 2nd as mentor time with someone in church.&lt;br /&gt;Last last year, i had training in East Coast Park, afterwhich i went to the police station to report my lost wallet and IC. Only the policeman knew it was my bday lol&lt;br /&gt;Last last last year i had training too. I narrowly escaped tao pok from my rowdy seniors. I had dinner with family at Pasta Fresca (lol pasta again??? did someone mentioned copypasta?). My childhood favourite restaurant now sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when ppl suggested that I actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celebrated&lt;/span&gt; my birthday with friends, it caught me off-guard. I got a lil' shy (lol Royston). I don't really celebrate febwuawy 2nd. I thinks its abit... narcisstic. So i got a little apprehensive when I was asked where i would like to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timbre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was out of the question (hopefully I'll go there TODAY haha), so i thought about something cheap for my friends but not too cheap. Pastamania was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jason, Jian Le, Jolene, Kat, Lynette, Royston and Wyman (no way is this in any particular order. Look carefully. Nope, totally random), for coming down for dinner with me. Thanks to the rest of my classmates who wished me a happy febwuawy 2nd too. Thanks to those who smsed me. And thanks to those who wrote on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANY THANKS TO THOSE WHO WR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OTE ON MY TAG BOARD. YES MANY PPL TAGGED ME!!!!! LOVE YOU ALL.&lt;/span&gt; get the bloody hint :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar speech aside, lets get into the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYcu_sGDm3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/88knSXTl4Cc/s1600-h/IMG_6605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298255158327876466" style="width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYcu_sGDm3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/88knSXTl4Cc/s400/IMG_6605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYcu_nYL4hI/AAAAAAAAANI/SB2TEO9HF-8/s1600-h/IMG_6607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298255157061739026" style="width: 300px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYcu_nYL4hI/AAAAAAAAANI/SB2TEO9HF-8/s400/IMG_6607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the cake guys. You guys rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i went back home, theres moar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYcu_9rjrwI/AAAAAAAAANY/MRErxdSdCvo/s1600-h/IMG_6610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298255163048570626" style="width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYcu_9rjrwI/AAAAAAAAANY/MRErxdSdCvo/s400/IMG_6610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near PoPo's (Grandma's) nursing home, theres a donut shop called Donut Factory. My parents went for their regular visit to her, and decided to buy some donuts for me haha. How thoughtful of them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYcvAN1n8xI/AAAAAAAAANg/vBRCgqsFMAo/s1600-h/IMG_6612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298255167385760530" style="width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYcvAN1n8xI/AAAAAAAAANg/vBRCgqsFMAo/s400/IMG_6612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poor donut was never seen again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Once again thanks everyone who wished me a happy Febwuawy 2nd! &lt;/span&gt;It might be a small gesture, but I really appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timbre!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hopefully i can go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-3980305550418351100?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/3980305550418351100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=3980305550418351100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/3980305550418351100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/3980305550418351100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/02/ben-is-old.html' title='Ben is old.'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYcu_QH555I/AAAAAAAAANA/HLxUEqFFTZI/s72-c/any+doubt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-3181073888051772429</id><published>2009-02-01T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:12:58.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Radical life-changing decision + Ottos + forced memes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.encyclopediadramatica.com/images/3/38/Advice_dog_go_outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 242px;" src="http://images.encyclopediadramatica.com/images/3/38/Advice_dog_go_outside.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Persuasive dog is persuasive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced meme aside, i have decided to make a decision that could change my life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This decision will forever alter people's perception of me. It marks end of an old beginning and a new beginning of an end. It heralds the transition of getting past yet another phase in my life, especially now in my impressionable teenage and almost-post-adolescent years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, this could change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to be a proper male now.&lt;br /&gt;I will leave my hair short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when my MUM (like wth) pulled a surprise attack on me, strapped me unto a chair, and did the unthinkable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cut my fringe straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is outright child abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours of wimping about my lost dignity and wallowing in self-pity, I persuaded my mum to at least cut my fringe properly. Now its a freaking bang. Still sucks, but at least its not a bloody coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i came to realize: My hair is not growing the way i hoped it would. I kinda wanted a mat-style headbanger curly rocker hair, but instead i was getting a post-modern emo look. I guess long hair doesn't work on me. Come to think of it, my "best" hairstyle in secondary school was an ah-beng japanese style trimmed short thinned hair. Okay, i dun really know how to describe it, but its short and thinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get my hair cut by a REPUTABLE hairdresser/barber on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To break the monotony of yet another long winded post by me, i shall put another forced meme here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotblog.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/mudkipz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.carrotblog.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/mudkipz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of teh internets, Mudkips are now THE coolest pokemon in the world since the big fatass sloth-like one. And its underlying innuendo is much worst than Squirtle. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Aussie family missionary band came into PMC today and led worship/songs for Ympact. I liked the whole "live performance" style format that they used: We (the youth congregration) "watched the band perform" rather than the usual "sing along with the worship leader" thing. They're called the Otto band or something like that, cos' thats they're surname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are kind of like an Aussie version of Corrine May. Not outrightly "Christian music" yet not to subtle. Just sub Corrine's pianos with acoustic guitars, and ang moh singer instead of English-ed Singaporean voice. The lyrical style is kinda the same, except the Ottos are more "direct" and "Christianish" than Corrine, i.e. less subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone agrees they sound like Colbie Caillet. White ang mohs girls with acoustic guitars. What did u expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time during corporate worship I/we have been singing songs that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;praise &lt;/span&gt;God. That is, we sing songs about His glory, His majesty, His awesomeness, and calling Him to work in our lives. Also, I have been inuanded by many a sermon proclaiming the glory of God, His majesty and His awesomeness etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I seem to have a dislike of writing Christian songs. For some reason I just can't write them. I kinda realised, pardon my language, that I don't like sucking up to the Big Guy above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I forgot one important attribute of God:&lt;br /&gt;He is our loving Father.&lt;br /&gt;He saves us because he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves &lt;/span&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;He is the loving shepherd that tenderly cares for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ottos' songs were like love songs. In fact, you can take their songs in an entirely different context if you didn't know they were singing about God, and imagine that they were singing a love songs to another lover and not God. I know. I just read through some of their lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sample of their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Its Alright&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He's by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And He'll take good care of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He's on my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And He knows my every need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh you of litte faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;See the sparrows in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Unencumbered by the cares of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I feed even them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Clothe the lilies in the field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;How much more to me are you worth that these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I gave my Son for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm by your side and I'll take good care of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And I know all that you go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to church and listen to Christian songs, you'll proberlly hear the standard stuff:&lt;br /&gt;"All majesty to the God of creation"&lt;br /&gt;"We worship You"&lt;br /&gt;"Falling before the wonder of Your name"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the Ottos were singing songs that were like...love songs. Its as if God is an intimate lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its important to adknowledge the majesty of God, his attributes of Holiness, Powerfulness, Sovereignty and Worthiness-to-be-praised-and-worshiped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, sometimes we have to remember that God also came down as Jesus Christ. He loved the people around Him that He fed them, ate with them, talked to them, fratenize with them, healed them. He loved us so much he actually died a horrible death for us. A king who came down to our level? Thats much food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i got inspiration to write different kind of "Christiainish" songs now. But i kinda fail as a songwriter lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW i got Melissa Otto's CD, featuring some of the songs played during service. If you want to hear it just ask nicely and say please. :) I also got the DVD.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yet another long winded post by Ben? I'm sorry. Heres another forced meme to make it up to those who bothered to read through this post or those who just scrolled down in boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.encyclopediadramatica.com/images/1/16/Damme300.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 298px;" src="http://images.encyclopediadramatica.com/images/1/16/Damme300.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This.... is......Breakdaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaance!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-3181073888051772429?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/3181073888051772429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=3181073888051772429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/3181073888051772429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/3181073888051772429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/02/radical-life-changing-decision-ottos.html' title='Radical life-changing decision + Ottos + forced memes'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-6542811384354872967</id><published>2009-01-29T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:39:03.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>Here is a picture of the one watermelon survivor with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCKKruFJuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UxyMrS2dEIM/s1600-h/IMG_6360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCKKruFJuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UxyMrS2dEIM/s400/IMG_6360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296385077927028450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the resilient produce being slaughtered for our pleasure at my grandma's place with the whole bunch of my father's side. By some miracle they are all in Singapore, and we could have a nice reunion together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fool that this one chose to live. He should have learn about the others of his kind. He will pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCKKfyWdJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/t24Y1FmstjM/s1600-h/IMG_6363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCKKfyWdJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/t24Y1FmstjM/s400/IMG_6363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296385074723714194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ritual sacrifice begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCKKGZdtpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4imc7X0D6q8/s1600-h/IMG_6364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCKKGZdtpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4imc7X0D6q8/s400/IMG_6364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296385067908445842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCKJyonifI/AAAAAAAAALw/wWSatajJgHY/s1600-h/IMG_6366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCKJyonifI/AAAAAAAAALw/wWSatajJgHY/s400/IMG_6366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296385062603295218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a necessary death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCUH7Lj21I/AAAAAAAAAMw/vwI84GNml-Q/s1600-h/IMG_6369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCUH7Lj21I/AAAAAAAAAMw/vwI84GNml-Q/s400/IMG_6369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296396025653877586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All cut nicely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCKJbw9usI/AAAAAAAAALo/c1fQJy3eNv8/s1600-h/IMG_6368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCKJbw9usI/AAAAAAAAALo/c1fQJy3eNv8/s400/IMG_6368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296385056464288450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om nom nom. That's my aunt btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCUHIYRgMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2tD_hwrnjW4/s1600-h/IMG_6374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCUHIYRgMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2tD_hwrnjW4/s400/IMG_6374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296396012016992450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bloody carnage after it was all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The watermelon turned out to be a success. Yeah, only one survived, and it was pretty small, but you got to hand it to my dad, a first time watermelon-farmer. It was really sweet and delicious! He better grow more lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after what seems like eternity, i got to meet my cousins from my mum side this time! Alwight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCUGgAItjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QBiTkuhkidw/s1600-h/IMG_6436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCUGgAItjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QBiTkuhkidw/s400/IMG_6436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296396001178334770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long overdue reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCUGTrWRiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/W1Azqho7H_E/s1600-h/IMG_6498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCUGTrWRiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/W1Azqho7H_E/s400/IMG_6498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296395997869917730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to see that the 2 twins are as retarded and ever. Now with ang moh accent spewing internet memes all over. ( ai herd dei liek mudkip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCUGHmrmnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4KNk8bOFBM4/s1600-h/IMG_6382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCUGHmrmnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4KNk8bOFBM4/s400/IMG_6382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296395994629118578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to piss her off, heres an unglam pic of April. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-6542811384354872967?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/6542811384354872967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=6542811384354872967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/6542811384354872967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/6542811384354872967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SYCKKruFJuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UxyMrS2dEIM/s72-c/IMG_6360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-1377673691544862299</id><published>2009-01-23T13:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:30:08.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ben has barely survived one of those more-stressful-than-others weeks in school. Thwee cheers for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally succumbed to peer pressure and became a sheep in the flock.&lt;br /&gt;I've joined facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now watch as my email gets flooded with ppl accepting me as their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your friend. Will you be my friend? Be my friend dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-1377673691544862299?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/1377673691544862299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=1377673691544862299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/1377673691544862299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/1377673691544862299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/01/ben-has-barely-survived-one-of-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-7239035892414382357</id><published>2009-01-18T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:50:32.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musing'/><title type='text'>Hero of War - Rise Against</title><content type='html'>I tried to learn guitar chords for modern pop-rock songs... so that i can at least play some of the stuff that the kids and friends in church like... songs like Yellowcard's Only One (okay), Boys Like Girls' Thunder (eeew come to think of it its a crappy song and band) and One Republic songs (a closet guilty pleasure of mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i gave up on learning all of them after hearing Rise Against's Hero Of War. Now i only stum this song lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised why i don't listen to mainstream rock and pop-rock and pop... It sucks. The singers all sound the same. The melody structure follows the same structure as boybands, i.e. easy listening, memorable verse melody but lack real gritty thought-provoking substance. Electric guitars are non-existent (whats rock music without them?). Singers sound like they never reached puberty. Most are one hit wonders (well, maybe you can call them 2-3 hit wonders, but that elevates them only to the level of boybands)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://edgarandallenpoe.com/poppunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 398px;" src="http://edgarandallenpoe.com/poppunk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And don't get me started on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pop-punk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yuck! The worst subset of rock music... its so fail it doesnt deserve a place in the rock music family. &lt;u&gt;Every, I repeat, every singer have the same voice,&lt;/u&gt; and its a pre-pubescent whiny crybaby voice. The chord stucture is the same throughout every song(I, Minor, IV V, repeat), guitars are just high pitched power chords, lyrics are restricted to break-ups, new love, and masturbation. Melody is the irritating kind that gets stuck in your head. POP-PUNK SUCKS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry, i grew up listening to a few real punk rock music... Very little mainstream elements in them, they don't hold back on aggresion and distortion... stuff like The Offspring, The Ramones, Rise Against.... So i know that punk has so much potential than the "pop" kind you hear on the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nowadays i stopped listening to music just for the music and opened my ears to the lyrics. The lyrics of pop-rock songs are at best okay, i guess, but there are more lyrical themes other than love, break-ups, finding love, walking together... notice the similiarity with boybands here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm talking about the themes usually explored by political punk bands, not-too-Christian bands, metal bands and such. Themes like politics, violence, death, brotherly love, stepping up for our society, war, religion, peace, basically all the hippie stuff but darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of ranting about music. I want to get back to the main feature of this post: Rise Against's Hero Of War. Its my new favourite song. Heres a homemade Youtube video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i7CGip5CS9w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i7CGip5CS9w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise Against is punk rock band that i heard a few songs years ago...They sing alot about politics, society, suffering, rebellion but also sometimes the standard fare of love and hate... Only last year did i get to hear more of their songs... They are a harder kind of punk band, meaning they lean on the hardcore side.. They scream some of their choruses ala Foo Fighters style(but even more xiong). But this is the first time i heard an acoustic song from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you took the time to hear the song, and even watch the video, i'm sure that it somehow got those brain cells working a bit. Even if the music doesn't really suits your taste, surely the lyrics must have gave you a new viewpoint of soldiers, essentially but not necessarily American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally feel the melody is great, on the mainstream side, like today's pop-rock ballads... but this song conveys more emotion that the other modern ballads i heard. The lyrics actually have substance. (Pissed in his hands... surely thats an eye-opening line? Shit like these happens in this world btw) The chord structure is simple, again similiar to others, but the whole song just.... trumps the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song gave me a few different perspectives: The persona, a soldier most likely an American (they wrote the song in such a way it could be ambigious, but the first verse, involving how the soldier got influenced into joining the army, is uniquely American).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His ideology of war changes in 4 minutes of the song: From a gung-ho, proud new recruit, wanting to be a hero of war, to a callous commanding soldier, although having a little conscience left, does his job in a slightly cold-hearted way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, he guns down a civilian woman, which i assumed he feared to be hostile, but couldn't discern through the chaos and battle(soldiers face this shit. Thats why sometimes they shoot innocents or friendly soldiers: Its hard to discern whos friend and whos foe in the thick of battle). Upon realising that the woman was holding the white flag of surrender, his whole attitude towards being a "hero of war" change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres the perspectives of the others: The captured man, his family and friends, the children around, the lady with the white flag: All victims of war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa229/thesupressionswing/5_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 382px;" src="http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa229/thesupressionswing/5_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rise Against's newest album, where Hero of War is taken from. Thinking of buying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think about us... we have never gone through war, and some if not all of us will/has not lose/lost a loved one through war, let alone be inside a war-torn area. Truly we are blessed, but what about others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about the soldier? America, desperate for recruits, resort in aggressive marketing to portray being in the army as cool, hip and heroic. Many youths, swayed by the charisma of soldiers giving talks in schools and a sense of patriotism, signed up, not knowing the consequences of almost inevitability getting into a warzone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say that theres better music out there that the mass-produced radio hits that most ppl listen to... Hopefully I can introduce a little bit of those to you guys. In turn, you guys usually corrupt me with pop music too, haha, so its fair lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH I DON'T HAVE THIS SONG!!! ANYONE WHO HAS IT CAN SHARE WITH ME??? THANKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-7239035892414382357?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/7239035892414382357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=7239035892414382357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/7239035892414382357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/7239035892414382357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/01/hero-of-war-rise-against.html' title='Hero of War - Rise Against'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-5096657087985328924</id><published>2009-01-16T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:49:50.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Killing Fields of Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This one might be a little controversial... pls don't be alarmed. Sometimes people try to imagine whats going on in someone else's thoughts and mind, but they might not reflect the own opinions and attitude of themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Killing Fields Of Hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Killing fields of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Killing fields of blood so red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;How I love to fight in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Killing fields of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;See these guns and bombs of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;With these I put my life on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And on the blood of innocents I shall dine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;See all this unbridled rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Demons released from its cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Soon I will turn the page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What for? I don’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;For peace? Love? Justice? God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It seems that death is the only way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe I’m brainwashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe I’m possessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Or maybe I just love to be in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Killing fields of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Killing fields of blood so red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;How I love to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;In your killing fields of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;See the lies I have swallowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And the ammunition I have borrowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hatred and prejudice soon followed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;See the people in the meadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;If only they just lined up and follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Where they deserved to be they shall go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What for? Personal gain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone arrest me or I’ll kill them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Corrupted by the inconvenient truth of man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe I’m crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe I’m suicidal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Or maybe I just love to be in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Killing fields of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Killing fields of blood so red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;How everyone is going to suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;In my personal fields of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you are still blur on whats going on.... its about terrorism lah. No, I don't feel this way lah. Lets just say I'm trying imagine whats going on in stereotypical characters' (i.e. the terrorist) thoughts. Still dunno ask your Lit teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Man, I miss lit alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-5096657087985328924?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/5096657087985328924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=5096657087985328924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/5096657087985328924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/5096657087985328924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-one-might-be-little-controversial.html' title='Killing Fields of Hate'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-1444293413847311036</id><published>2009-01-11T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:40:43.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;People collecting O Level results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Good Luck!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;May God guide you as you take your next big step in life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my precious file   x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At TP open house, there was this band playing "Have A Nice Day" by Stereophonics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know there are some people who also listen to the stuff I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously: Screw Pop-punk. Its corrupting the music tastes of our youths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-1444293413847311036?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/1444293413847311036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=1444293413847311036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/1444293413847311036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/1444293413847311036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/01/people-collecting-o-level-results-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-5434793258717466325</id><published>2009-01-08T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:03:44.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The scareeeee post!!! Eek!</title><content type='html'>Warning: The pictures that you are about to see can be FRIGHTENING to some, and may cause nausea, nightmares, bulimia and measles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is only a test of your courage to determine if you can stomach the other pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SWYeBejAamI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ovkkf8aVj3c/s1600-h/IMG_5357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SWYeBejAamI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ovkkf8aVj3c/s400/IMG_5357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288947823121820258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)Woah! That frightened me at first, but its just a silly old photo that is really not too scary.&lt;br /&gt;B)..... A picture of a big scary-looking house. Whatever&lt;br /&gt;C)UGH DAMN YOU BEN YOU MADE ME SEE THIS NOW I CAN'T SLEEP ON MY OWN TONIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your response is A or B, you should be able to see the next few pics without much problem. If your response is C, be warned that the next few pictures could be scarier, and I advise you to not see the rest of the post. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The next few photos are real, I took them, and they are pictures of reclusive beings that literally flew into my house, scaring the living daylights out of my family. In history, literature and popular thinking, these beings are associated with de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ath, ghosts, bad news, the consumption of blood, and a brooding superhero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are the type who are easily nauseated by the bloodcurdling stuff like Channel 5s Incredible Tales, James Lee's Mr.Midnight and the ending of Channel 8's The Little Nonya, please do not continue reading this post. To be fair I will leave some space in between this disclaimer and the scary photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SWYeAqlENfI/AAAAAAAAALI/sr6ZNcxAPyc/s1600-h/IMG_6276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SWYeAqlENfI/AAAAAAAAALI/sr6ZNcxAPyc/s400/IMG_6276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288947809171813874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATS ON A FAN!!!!! HALP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SWYd_pZz8FI/AAAAAAAAALA/wxkqaDXpBj0/s1600-h/IMG_6277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SWYd_pZz8FI/AAAAAAAAALA/wxkqaDXpBj0/s400/IMG_6277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288947791676305490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITS GETTING CLOSER!!!! OH NOES!!!!!!111111111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thats a bat. On a fan. IN MY HOUSE. They can get irritating. I'm at home, minding my own business, when suddenly, something flutters around. And they are much bigger then I thought. When they fly away, it scares me because they are so big, and I'm so near, it seems like they are going to attack me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can shoot laser beams out of their eyes! No lah... If you are wondering why their eyes got light one, its because I used camera flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most irritating thing is that they make a mess on the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SWYd_SBXSII/AAAAAAAAAK4/3HbfWPkgRYI/s1600-h/IMG_6280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SWYd_SBXSII/AAAAAAAAAK4/3HbfWPkgRYI/s400/IMG_6280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288947785399748738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are fruits by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they pick their food, and decided to eat it in my house. This has got to stop. At first I thought they were pretty cute... But now i realise they can get quite scary. AND THEY CAN GET IRRITATING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol i wonder... if i get bitten by a bat... will i turn into a vampire? I don't want to be a vampire. Vampires are emo. I rather be a werewolf. At least I will be normal for 3/4 of the month. So please, bats, please no bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But srsly, sometimes i feel sorry for them... All they want is somewhere to have a good meal in peace... But us humans destroyed their bat-caves and trees and they got nowhere to go. So they go to my house. Poor things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry bats, as much as we humans have encroached on your space by destroying your natural habitats and putting up ugly looking concrete buildings, you can't stay in my house. Lifes not fair. If i can find a peaceful home for all of you where you can eat your fruits without irritating humans around I would... but pls no use my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-5434793258717466325?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/5434793258717466325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=5434793258717466325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/5434793258717466325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/5434793258717466325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/01/scareeeee-post-eek.html' title='The scareeeee post!!! Eek!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SWYeBejAamI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ovkkf8aVj3c/s72-c/IMG_5357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-7723944218803276765</id><published>2009-01-02T00:53:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:22:12.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>2009 start game + badly drawn comics is badly drawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8wXnGB3TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/RE_nan3qq14/s1600-h/IMG_6271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 328px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8wXnGB3TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/RE_nan3qq14/s400/IMG_6271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286997669745646898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8wYNJXbXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bGId8z7sZ78/s1600-h/IMG_6272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 331px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8wYNJXbXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bGId8z7sZ78/s400/IMG_6272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286997679960190322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV83GomhDxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3RFyZbvspx8/s1600-h/IMG_6263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 331px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV83GomhDxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3RFyZbvspx8/s400/IMG_6263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287005074673962770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8wYAhaKeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/k17CJiHoddw/s1600-h/IMG_6274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 443px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8yWRz6skI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VUFfrqgZbzI/s400/IMG_6267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286999845875921474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8yWHD7OGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QAJ8sX-npRQ/s1600-h/IMG_6268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8yWHD7OGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QAJ8sX-npRQ/s400/IMG_6268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286999842990274658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8wYakOeHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yCH2mBrz-pE/s1600-h/IMG_6275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8wYakOeHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yCH2mBrz-pE/s400/IMG_6275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286997683562510450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8yV2h1IFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/G3WAow_O8_c/s1600-h/IMG_6270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8yV2h1IFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/G3WAow_O8_c/s400/IMG_6270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286999838552301650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't read my handwriting? Dun worry, improving it one of my resolutions. So for now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;As we celebrate the coming of the new year&lt;br /&gt;With much merriment and festive cheer&lt;br /&gt;Lets not forget the people who can't do so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;For they are in need and full of woe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;We might think we had a bad year&lt;br /&gt;With so much stress and so much to fear&lt;br /&gt;But can we relate to the poor child&lt;br /&gt;Who have nothing to eat, not even for awhile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's poverty and injustice, genocide and war&lt;br /&gt;And many things that never happened before&lt;br /&gt;Some (people)  may not make it past midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Never to see the new year, never to see the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so many wants and complains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;We look back by counting our losses and gains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But sometimes we are truly blessed&lt;br /&gt;We can live well and we have the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we all make a new resolution&lt;br /&gt;To do something for the world and be part of the solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So lets say a prayer for the year ahead&lt;br /&gt;For those are in need,&lt;br /&gt;For those who are afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delay posting due to irritating scanner issues. Anyone knows why my com cannot detect my canon mp160? it was working fine in the same com last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;30 hours in a nutshell, 31st Dec - 1st Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fast day at school. We need more of those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajisen Ramen with Roy, Reub, Jason and Charlie. Ajisen Ramen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a full of myself with my own unique style of Para-Para. Everytime i play para para with my friends, its for the sole purpose of entertaining them. I mean, look at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;paratards. pffft. boring. They just stay rooted to the ground, stone-faced, swinging their wrists as if they're in a trance. YES YOU ROYSTON! &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They forgot the simple but effective para skill: Legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only they had, like, normal songs, and not the japanese techno crap. Micheal Jackson Revolution anyone? Or Riverdance Riverdance Revolution: Beats of Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, ran, ran back home, ate steamboat dinner with whats left of my mothers' side of the family in Singapore minus ah foo and popo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat at Golden Mile has been there since Biblical times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Biblical times, i decided to count down the year the guai hai zi way: Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crybaby room aka overflow room aka Praise Gallery fail.&lt;br /&gt;PKM's sermons as simple yet effective as ever. IMMEDIATELY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All nighter at Liang Zhi's house. First time playing mah jong in real life. I WON A GAME!!!! 2nd game some more leh. Abit unfair, cause those who were not playing helped me alot. Lol i must have pissed offthe rest (Jacko, Sheldon, Sam) by being so blur and asking so many questions, when actually i already know how to play. PONG AH!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8_uOcwsMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/4JGsWb-qls0/s1600-h/epic+sloshed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 488px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8_uOcwsMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/4JGsWb-qls0/s400/epic+sloshed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287014550941511874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shlosed folks. No offecne to a bit bossy sloshed girl :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8-uWQhyaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hV_Sji6Wtgg/s1600-h/IMG_6251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8-uWQhyaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hV_Sji6Wtgg/s400/IMG_6251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287013453526059426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8-uDvV4rI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TjBfBfERvVE/s1600-h/IMG_6248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8-uDvV4rI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TjBfBfERvVE/s400/IMG_6248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287013448555029170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It might be big, but its $1.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead guys to eat prata near my house (Kelyn's and Racheal's suggestion) Everyone was too sloshed or full to eat, and for the first time in my life i struggled with only 2 roti teluar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Androo, Ed, Ken and Leon came down to my house to borrow DVDs and try tonelab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 2nd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad woke me up very early today. I took bus 24. I thought it would go to bedok reservoir but thats 28. When i realised it didn't i thought it would go tampines. Ended up in Changi Airport. X/&lt;br /&gt;When i finally reached TP I suddenly needed to shit. That wasted 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i came to school like 1 hour 15 min late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played damn fun childish games with friends. Thanks roo(ben) for teaching us these games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Lgeeeeeeee.... quite bittersweet to end off studying Daniel with so little ppl. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-7723944218803276765?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/7723944218803276765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=7723944218803276765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/7723944218803276765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/7723944218803276765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-start-game-badly-drawn-comics-is.html' title='2009 start game + badly drawn comics is badly drawn'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SV8wXnGB3TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/RE_nan3qq14/s72-c/IMG_6271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-2886697383883834048</id><published>2008-12-30T23:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:54:28.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 - Warning: EXTREMLY Long Winded Post! If you think my older posts were long u aint seen nothin' yet! Even the title is long!!!</title><content type='html'>It started with lots of promise and excitement... pity it turned out to be one screwy ride. Thats right, I'm talking about the thing that is the year of two-thousand and eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was it "screwy"? No, its not my own problems, but the worlds'... just how many terrorist attacks and wars happened this year? And whats up with the fickle economy? Any world issues like poverty, pollution or genocide resolved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of the world. Stop! Ben time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVpcpzxqQQI/AAAAAAAAAII/KZgS5R_NmwU/s1600-h/144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVpcpzxqQQI/AAAAAAAAAII/KZgS5R_NmwU/s400/144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285638986015588610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; Kickstarting the year with with &lt;a href="http://www.methodistmessage.com/jun2008/trackers.html"&gt;Trackers&lt;/a&gt;(A 2 month Christian discipleship programme) , and the marvelous India mission, 2008 was off to a good start. Trackers spiritually refreshed  me and i was off to face the next step with confidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVpbMSGNN8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/P8H866TdcGs/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVpbMSGNN8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/P8H866TdcGs/s400/IMG_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285637379247126466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah I know this is a bad pic because not every Tamtam is here but i wanted to show how Stef looked before she got pregnant! Haha now shes returning back to this yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Also, my new church Life-group (thats cell group for you non pmc-goers) Tam Tams are a great bunch of ppl, and i always look forward to friday nights to hang around with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the next step: Working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Working was really really over in an instant. My dad's cafe changed management lol, so both father and son were out of a job very quickly. I had a stint at wedding banquet waitering. That was the worst 2 nights of the year for me. It also made me not trust employment agencys anymore. Overall it was a gd experience, and best of i learnt how to make cookies, and use a coffee machine properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came poly. I can't remember how i felt when i first came to my new school. I think it was something like;"meh, new school. whatever. Hey look! Girls! woohoo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVpaG5gdcaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FM30UO0GgAw/s1600-h/IMG_4801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVpaG5gdcaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FM30UO0GgAw/s400/IMG_4801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285636187235381666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; The new friends i made in school (unless u are in Ympact, if u are reading this you're probably one lol) were pretty cool. Yeah, there were a few ppl i never talked to initially, but i guess now we're ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Then came politics. (dun ask, i also dunno lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; Uh well. Things are "better" now i think. Still got you guys as my friends. You all, yes, everyone in i803,  or the few ppl outside class that i came to know, are still cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;It still sucks to think that next year the classes are gonna be reshuffled.... oh noes.... uh well. Hope you all stay with your new best-friends next year, and have a good year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Got a new job. It sucked big time. Wasted my holidays. October must have been the worst month ever in my life. I actually laid awake at night thinking of how im stuck in a dead-end job, how stressful is it to go through a day, and whether i can escape. I didn't know i will get working blues at such a young age. I missed alot of tamtam sessions and one voice sessions. Lesson learnt: Don't work at an atas restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVpaHH4xFRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oCX-45KsoIU/s1600-h/ToneLabLe_Top-a13a818d30dd541557f5f77d679b900b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVpaHH4xFRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oCX-45KsoIU/s400/ToneLabLe_Top-a13a818d30dd541557f5f77d679b900b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285636191095428370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; Uh well. Ah least it gots me moneh to buy a Vox Tonelab!!! yays! Guitar flamboyance +9000 exp!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go back to work during holidays. But discovering then im not bound by any contract or rules, I pontanged work and went church camp and caroling. Hopefully my employers and colleagues can forgive me. Sorry boss!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVpaGnPKOKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8NAWZTLBgJM/s1600-h/IMG_6140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVpaGnPKOKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8NAWZTLBgJM/s400/IMG_6140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285636182330980514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Camp L.A.H.: I was a group leader. I got a little complacent, thinking my "success" as GL for R.A.W camp (yes we love acroymns) means that lah would be smooth sailing. I thought wrong. Me and Pei Min had to take care of each individual group members' needs and problems, so it can be pretty trying. I guess God was trying to show that being a SGL next year, i would face my different personalities and issues, and I can't get complacent. Leading (or should i say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serving&lt;/span&gt;, because thats essentially and very importantly what being a group leader is) ain't a walk in the park, and I'm gonna need lots of guidance from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;And i was accused of... doing something wrong. WT&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;??!?!?!? Yes, bold the F in that, its what i genuinely feel. I'm really really really sorry for offending that person, it was not on purpose, but srsly, what the hell? And no, its most likely not you, dun worry.... Nvm you all don't need to know what happened. Disregard this paragraph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But ultimately Camp L.A.H. was great, as being gl really taught me alot on Love, Acceptance and Humility. The sermons weren't as impactful as Ps.Aaron's previous ones, but the corporate worship and tahaning the games were pretty refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVpaGMRW9vI/AAAAAAAAAHg/L5NVpZ3kwH8/s1600-h/IMG_6164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVpaGMRW9vI/AAAAAAAAAHg/L5NVpZ3kwH8/s400/IMG_6164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285636175092446962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;And planning caroling and practicing was tiring. Turns out i didn't do much for Ca rolling comm, jsut the publicity and a bit on the programme. Trying to memorize guitar chords and STILL screwing em' up during practices and the actual days itself was demoralizing for my big ego... And Dawn was pretty strict too, which makes me worried about how the younger ones might feel about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But everything paid off. We had tons of fun. We friggin' sang on a big stage *with fail P.A. system according to my parrents :(*  in Orchard! We entertained ppl in houses, and most exciting of all we gave a surprise performance for the kopitiam near church. That was uber cool. And it was the only time i didnt really screw up guitar lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not forgotting the new Ympact friends i made, through RAW, LAH, Tamtams, caroling, or just wasting time at the lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.asianews.it/files/img/INDIA_STOP_KILLING_CHRISTIANS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 327px;" src="http://www.asianews.it/files/img/INDIA_STOP_KILLING_CHRISTIANS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Religous persecution in India &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right after&lt;/span&gt; we left. And in the state of Karnataka itself. And Orissa too. Scareee.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4000 Christians arrested in a peaceful march in New Dehli&lt;br /&gt;Official no. deaths: 40-50. Real estimated: &gt;400. I don't care if that includes Hindus. No one deserves to die because of religion.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;12000 displaced.&lt;br /&gt;Nuns raped. Churches and houses burned. Death threats to pastors, including the one who took care of us.&lt;br /&gt;Persecution of Jesus' fellowers is inevitable. Hopefully things are getting better there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://punditkitchen.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/political-pictures-breaking-news-stock-market-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 296px;" src="http://punditkitchen.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/political-pictures-breaking-news-stock-market-fail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Rising food prices + Rising fuel prices + Rising commodities prices + Rising every damn thing prices + Sub-prime crisis + Raped banks + Lower employment + Black October + Stock Market pummeled + Rising dollar + Volatile economy + I can haz bailouts???+ Recession!! = One screwy economic year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;War in Georgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;New old War in Gaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Cyclone Nargis + Junta apathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Sichuan Earthquakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Indonesia mudflow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Messed-up Thai Politics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Poverty rising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;No one gives a damn about pollution anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Somali pirates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Melamine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Terrorism: Pakistani Marriott hotel, Mumbai a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ttacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else have i missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all that most of us can remember. However, let us take comfort in the joy we found in the slightly better things that happened in the past year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part is, i cant find anything, so i had to google search. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/olympics/images/attachement/jpg/site1/20080815/0013729c05180a0fb5f80e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 285px;" src="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/olympics/images/attachement/jpg/site1/20080815/0013729c05180a0fb5f80e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One heck of an Olympics (had to coincide one week before term tests. urgh) Woot Phelps, Bolt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;SINGAPORE WINS MEDAL!!!!!1111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lots of old bands releasing new stuff e.g. Foo Fighters (ok that was 2007. Hard to find good news k???), Black Keys, AC/DC, Metallica, Oasis... I didn't really get to hear the new stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Afghanistan situation improving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;US Aids rates falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ub-Saharan African economy improving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fuel and food prices went back down later part of year. Ironic, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, can't think of anything else. How about MY own good news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;TRACkers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;India trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Made new friends in school, Trackers and church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;First guitar pedal: Ibanez Smash Box (might sell it now lol see next pt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vox Tonelab LE!!! woohoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;RAW camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Camp LAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Carolling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Officialy becoming gay by making a blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be to God, for blessing me with all these, even though times were getting tougher and things were more stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have actually read the whole post: Congratulations. &lt;strike&gt;You have no life&lt;/strike&gt; You are a good reader and i really thank you for taking the time to read through this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes for 2009: For it to be less crappy and more peaceful. That my studies will get better, and also everything else about me too. And Obama: Everyone has put their hopes on you. Don't screw this up man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-2886697383883834048?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/2886697383883834048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=2886697383883834048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/2886697383883834048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/2886697383883834048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-warning-extremly-long-winded-post.html' title='2008 - Warning: EXTREMLY Long Winded Post! If you think my older posts were long u aint seen nothin&apos; yet! Even the title is long!!!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVpcpzxqQQI/AAAAAAAAAII/KZgS5R_NmwU/s72-c/144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-941852177567195895</id><published>2008-12-28T22:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:58:17.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Camp LAH + Carolling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVeOROfl44I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VBhETpArX7g/s1600-h/IMG_6141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVeOROfl44I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VBhETpArX7g/s400/IMG_6141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284849114342089602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group 2 is (from left to right): Lois, Anne, Joel Ong, Wayne, Ben, Soritong, Weisi, Cherie, Pei Min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in picture (sorry!): Samuel Kiong, Yong Wei, Gloria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVeOReRQNDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hvv2ZK5aq70/s1600-h/IMG_6029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVeOReRQNDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hvv2ZK5aq70/s400/IMG_6029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284849118576915506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVeRk3Pa6kI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XEL1p98_uw4/s1600-h/IMG_6143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVeRk3Pa6kI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XEL1p98_uw4/s400/IMG_6143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284852750232513090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVeORKOM46I/AAAAAAAAAFo/gHICctJeiAY/s1600-h/IMG_6031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVeORKOM46I/AAAAAAAAAFo/gHICctJeiAY/s400/IMG_6031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284849113195406242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVeRliYErwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/e0Yi0kIM5s4/s1600-h/IMG_6038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVeRliYErwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/e0Yi0kIM5s4/s400/IMG_6038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284852761811529474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVeOR7RWVBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jUt3jAJ92RU/s1600-h/IMG_6046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVeOR7RWVBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jUt3jAJ92RU/s400/IMG_6046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284849126361945106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVeOSG0SjKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/M3bHRMye5Dc/s1600-h/IMG_6044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVeOSG0SjKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/M3bHRMye5Dc/s400/IMG_6044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284849129461288098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVeRhwRDevI/AAAAAAAAAGY/P0ZmAmG6Q6g/s1600-h/IMG_6158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVeRhwRDevI/AAAAAAAAAGY/P0ZmAmG6Q6g/s400/IMG_6158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284852696820710130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Carolling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SVeRhKNX3jI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xREP_C7N-qI/s1600-h/IMG_6166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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(watermelon edition)</title><content type='html'>I won't be posting for a week or so. Church camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my dad's fine. Don't worry about him. Thanks for your concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro and his gf brought back ice cream from Ice Cream Gallery.... shiok lor. Got whiskey and raisin flavour, and alcoholic mudpie. Damn strong alcoholic stuff. DAMN NICE. Now i know why i was so down the past few weeks. Its not because of term tests. ITS ICE CREAM WITHDRAWL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is real&lt;/span&gt;: Everyday i look into my fridge, with the faint hope of finding some frozen proccessed flavoured milk.... but alas, it was not to be. Slowly i lost the will to live, as ice cream was my lifeblood. I thought it was chocolate, but even the chewy gooey sweety chocolatey stuff was not good enough... ICE CREAM KEEPS ME ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks koko for saving my life! And his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i noticed i did not put any pics lately. Heres another instalment of *drumrolls* RANDOM PICS OF THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to get tuner and pedalboard bag with Jason. Thanks Jason for sacrificing precious Red Alert 3 time to come with me! Went to Waterloo street cause i wanted to photo the temples there. Turned out the there was nothing much to photo about the temples, but there were hell alot of pegions! The floor was filled with bird poop, but i bent down to shoot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUZ7gi5IJmI/AAAAAAAAADw/vbbg822Ra1E/s1600-h/IMG_5990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 488px; height: 365px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUZ7gi5IJmI/AAAAAAAAADw/vbbg822Ra1E/s400/IMG_5990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280043412190930530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUZ_nFaQe0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/eJUNjReiRBc/s1600-h/IMG_5993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 325px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUZ_nFaQe0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/eJUNjReiRBc/s400/IMG_5993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280047922582420290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they all facing the same direction? So that i can take their photo! heh heh no lah they were following a woman who fed them stuff. Scary xia, i thought they will attack her and steal the food, monkey style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUZ_m0_WVZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/U25K-k6W-XY/s1600-h/IMG_6004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 328px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUZ_m0_WVZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/U25K-k6W-XY/s400/IMG_6004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280047918174590354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason watching some Japanese hippie raggae/folk buskers. They were selling cds for $10. We decided to waste money and buy it. But he has the cd now, so i didnt get to hear it. Should be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUZ7if0hHfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GmoEifK3jAU/s1600-h/IMG_6005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 325px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUZ7if0hHfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GmoEifK3jAU/s400/IMG_6005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280043445726027250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUaF5JM_B4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ukaF8g8Zbsw/s1600-h/IMG_6006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUaF5JM_B4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ukaF8g8Zbsw/s400/IMG_6006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280054829907904386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World's coolest microphone stand. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WATERM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONS!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;!!!!!!!!111111111oneoneoneoneone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Finally, some watermelon pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUZ7hBTqIxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bJtXQqFFTAc/s1600-h/IMG_5939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUZ7hBTqIxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bJtXQqFFTAc/s400/IMG_5939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280043420355273490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only one surviving. Everyone else died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUaDhxRkW2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kFR81Ho5LYA/s1600-h/IMG_5879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUaDhxRkW2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kFR81Ho5LYA/s400/IMG_5879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280052229324430178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUZ7h1Q9wlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DxkY7h2FRtc/s1600-h/IMG_5949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUZ7h1Q9wlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DxkY7h2FRtc/s400/IMG_5949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280043434302620242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;The entire vine. As you can see, only one refuses to give up the fight to grow in Singapore's climate. Keep growing, my minion. One day you will be a good fine elegant adult melon. Good enough for me to eat! Muahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUZ7hpaMXNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/a1LcErhiV5U/s1600-h/IMG_5890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUZ7hpaMXNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/a1LcErhiV5U/s400/IMG_5890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280043431120100562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUaDftzTlrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vLVj3W8Msbw/s1600-h/IMG_5941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUaDftzTlrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vLVj3W8Msbw/s400/IMG_5941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280052194032457394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;This is a very small one. Poor thing died young. R.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUaDfECF9HI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9jZ56jMskf8/s1600-h/IMG_5938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUaDfECF9HI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9jZ56jMskf8/s400/IMG_5938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280052182820189298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;This is the survivor, 2 weeks ago. Look how small it is, it's shorter than my dad's rolex watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUaDg0Hhr4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/NIge0-o9BEM/s1600-h/IMG_5896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUaDg0Hhr4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/NIge0-o9BEM/s400/IMG_5896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280052212907749250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwetty Flower. Notice the dead buds. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUaDgqi9fLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5D8wtJqe274/s1600-h/IMG_5946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUaDgqi9fLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5D8wtJqe274/s400/IMG_5946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280052210338462898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sticks around the vine attracts curious visitors like this lil' dragonfly. What they find facinating about the stick i don't know. They can stay on it for hours. You can always find them hangin' out. Theres also alot of other insects like ants, butteflies, moths and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUaBD6JWTnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dQ3Oln04WJI/s1600-h/IMG_5874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUaBD6JWTnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dQ3Oln04WJI/s400/IMG_5874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280049517286542962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;This is the baby photo of the big juicy watermelons you eat after lunch. Can you believe they were this small??? Pretty cool huh? BTW this ones dead of course haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be posting for a week because of church camp. cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-7524708820400606398?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/7524708820400606398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=7524708820400606398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/7524708820400606398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/7524708820400606398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2008/12/ice-cream-saves-lives-random-pictures.html' title='Ice cream saves lives + Random Pictures of the day! (watermelon edition)'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SUZ7gi5IJmI/AAAAAAAAADw/vbbg822Ra1E/s72-c/IMG_5990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-9169089994647084326</id><published>2008-12-14T22:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:34:55.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They tried to make him go to relapse i said no no no</title><content type='html'>Damn it i'm sick of relapses. At around 6.15 am today my dad went into *another* seizure. xian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that every "holiday" my dad has to go into some kind of seizure? And early in the morning when i want to sleep? super xian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully its not too bad.  The seizure around 6.15 am. Apparently he was well enough to go church, thank God. Didn't go hospital this time (we felt there was no need to). Mum didn't panic like last time (now its like routine liao lol), and my brother was around this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just some background info: about 6-8 years ago, my dad was a train wreck. Dunno what happen, it was like multiple diseases come and simultaneously attack dad. Brain stroke, intestinal bleeding, diabetes, and other stuff all one day conspired and said "hey lets whack Ben's dad at the same time!" and sent dad all the way to the ICU, and even death for about 14 seconds. But for some reason ( or maybe its divine intervention) he recovered fully. No stroke, no intestinal bleeding, nothing. Its like as if the diseases said "screw it" and left dad. Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the stroke is still a little stubborn. Apparently the *church-famous* seizure in july was just a "side-effect" or "minor relapse" of whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the last one is also something minor. Dammit im sick of seeing him get into fits early in the morning. &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of going back to bed after that to start thinking about what would happen if he just died. Horrible sickening feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side-effects be gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had uber-Carolling practice today. I was pretty happy at first, singing the songs and smiling and stuff. But then i had to play guitar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never screwed up so bad since i first played in Church. I messed up just about every song, and everyone could notice it, especially Dawn, our conductor. I didn't know why i was so nervous. I played in front with an electric guitar so many times, but strumming the classical guitar is very different. You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't  &lt;/span&gt;screw up, unlike playing electric guitar in a band where you can make mistakes and no one will really notice. I guess i will have to quit electric guitar until Christmas and focus on strumming. Strumming is really sian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note: Joseph from NZ is back!!!!! for 2 whole years!!!!! We got lots of catching up to do dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-9169089994647084326?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/9169089994647084326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=9169089994647084326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/9169089994647084326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/9169089994647084326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2008/12/they-tried-to-make-him-go-to-relapse-i.html' title='They tried to make him go to relapse i said no no no'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-3974602102127508566</id><published>2008-12-14T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:46:57.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term tests: Bloody aftermath</title><content type='html'>Term tests are over... but i feel like the mugging has just started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was a big wake up call. I can point my finger at what took away my studying time: church, carolling, c.d.s., lack of sleep, guitaring,....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got no one else to blame but myself for not working as hard as i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i saw how good i can be at studying. Towards the last few days i could chiong pretty well. But its not enough to just wake up before the tests/exams itself. I had this problem since primary school. Just about every (maths) teacher has scolded me for only paying attention and working hard towards the end. Well i guess i got to stop being so immature and finally face reality: i have to study everyday. Im most likely at the bottom of the class, and probably around the bottom of the whole course too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm not capable of getting good grades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared to face the result. I know i will DEFINITELY fail DFund because i totally neglected that subject. I'm prepared for a 2-hour long lecture from my mother and "that look" from my father when the see the results. I'm prepared to get admonished by all the tutors. I'm prepared to, well, die. I deserve it after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like i'm gonna cry about it or whatever. Thats the stupid way to work things out. I'm pass that long time ago. I just need to buck up. I'm hoping that my friends around me can provide some kind of accountability in terms of studying. They have been doing a good job waking me up at lectures so far. Keep it up guys! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one thing that I'm really depressed about: I can kiss university dreams goodbye. You guys can have those places. Theres not a cat in hell chance i can catch up with everyone in two years. Uh well. Life sucks. Shit happens. Bear with it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-3974602102127508566?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/3974602102127508566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=3974602102127508566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/3974602102127508566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/3974602102127508566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2008/12/term-tests-bloody-aftermath.html' title='Term tests: Bloody aftermath'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-5399056237375941164</id><published>2008-12-06T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:36:41.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><title type='text'>Dfund comic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/STp-2m81W4I/AAAAAAAAADY/_4_uUgUjiS8/s1600-h/dfund_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/STp-2m81W4I/AAAAAAAAADY/_4_uUgUjiS8/s320/dfund_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276669390051695490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/STp-3EFy7aI/AAAAAAAAADo/aqWtLcfDm7Y/s1600-h/dfund_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/STp-3EFy7aI/AAAAAAAAADo/aqWtLcfDm7Y/s320/dfund_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276669397873913250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/STp-27OzBDI/AAAAAAAAADg/5ra6lpBsBQE/s1600-h/dfund_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/STp-27OzBDI/AAAAAAAAADg/5ra6lpBsBQE/s320/dfund_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276669395495748658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was drawn a nong nong time ago (you can tell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its to cheer up everyone at I803. Or those taking dfund&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-5399056237375941164?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/5399056237375941164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=5399056237375941164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/5399056237375941164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/5399056237375941164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2008/12/dfund-comic.html' title='Dfund comic'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/STp-2m81W4I/AAAAAAAAADY/_4_uUgUjiS8/s72-c/dfund_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-8628443225733962653</id><published>2008-12-04T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:45:43.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>With The Help Of</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;font color="brown"&gt;Here I am, all alone again&lt;br /&gt;I've been through this old familiar pain&lt;br /&gt;But I still have my two feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Nothings gonna bring me down ( i get back up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Help of God, I'll survive&lt;br /&gt;With the help of true friends I'll make it out alive&lt;br /&gt;With lots of faith and lots of prayer&lt;br /&gt;Things are going to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through this a hundred times before&lt;br /&gt;And I'll face it a hundred times more&lt;br /&gt;No one knows if we'll still be friends&lt;br /&gt;But its time to make amends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the Help of God, I'll survive&lt;br /&gt;With the help of true friends I'll make it out alive&lt;br /&gt;With lots of faith and lots of prayer&lt;br /&gt;Things are going to change&lt;br /&gt;Things are going to change&lt;br /&gt;Things&lt;br /&gt;are gonna change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-8628443225733962653?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/8628443225733962653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=8628443225733962653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8628443225733962653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8628443225733962653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2008/12/with-help-of.html' title='With The Help Of'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-8905432157689200711</id><published>2008-12-04T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:36:48.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watermelons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Ben's first proper blog post + secular music + watermelons</title><content type='html'>Blogs are for ppl to talk about their daily lives. I don't have a life so i don't blog. But what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to school late. I slept only for about 3 hours, because i stayed up lated to write a boring essay about secular vs Christian music to One Voice. Got scolded by a senior for sacarsm. do'h. Sincerely sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to talk about the article. Here is just some main points taken from the ongoing discussion:&lt;br /&gt;-Everything is permissible but not everything is benificial. Cor 6:12 (this is a verse in the Bible)&lt;br /&gt;-Be wary of being "demonically" influenced music, especially shock metal.&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing wrong with secular music as long as it does not harm you or others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.av1611.org/crock/pod.html"&gt;http://www.av1611.org/crock/pod.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an article about the band P.O.D, who are Christians (but not playing in the Christian music industry). But its soooo funny. The author was ranting and rating about minor points about POD. He even mis-interpret some of their quotes. But there is some truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come on: Little Nicky movie is satanic? Jimi Hendrix "bloodshot eyes and messing up song sets" were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;demonic attacks&lt;/span&gt;? (its drugs lah. Thats how he died.. Theres a book warning of the danger of confusing epilepsy and scientific diseases with demonic possesion). Calvin Klein? My cousin says: This guy needs a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah its true that POD should not support satanic bands, use occultic symbols, talk bad about conservative Christians yet promote other "filthy (his words not mine)" bands. But bottom line, they are humans who make mistakes and sins. They are not in the Christian music industry, so its okay if they feel they want to leave God out in some of their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad asked me why they can't remove their tattoos. And he's an expert on tattoos himself... surely he knows that those tattoos, even with the best surgery, will leave uglier scars all over their bodies? "then cover them," he said. Okay, i too think that they should not brazenly display their tattoos. But you can't hide your past, just like how born agains like Neville Tan(sic?) or Glenn Lim should not hide their past. Different issue altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Okay lets blog about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school late because of afore-mentioned article. Tried my best not to sleep in school (only had a good 3 hours rest) but for some reason i only slept 15mins in biochem.&lt;br /&gt;Bad enough. 15mins overshot. Will try harder tommorrow. keep it down to *close eyes, lean down, but still awake when teacher says something important*, and then to no need of sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as usual didnt understand anything. ate lunch and dinner. Went to management of enterprise quiz. It was hard. Went home and blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? my days are boring. So lets blogged about something else&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is growing watermelons!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE LIKE SO CUTE LAH!!!!!! they are as small as marbles! But many of them died for the cause :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But theres this survivor which is growing. Can't wait to eat him. muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother suggested writing a blog for the watermelons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH!?!?! coming from my brother its shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will consider it. Probably after tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-8905432157689200711?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/8905432157689200711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=8905432157689200711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8905432157689200711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8905432157689200711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2008/12/bens-first-proper-blog-post-secular.html' title='Ben&apos;s first proper blog post + secular music + watermelons'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-6719197545386625936</id><published>2008-12-02T00:12:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:20:43.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Google Image Search Meme</title><content type='html'>Way before i even thought of creating a blog, i saw this on LZ's and Andrew's and enjoyed this meme which they posted. My turn! BTW I copied the urls, so if you get any error messages in place of the picture its probably the source site's fault, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;1)  Answer questions and type into google image search&lt;br /&gt;2)  Post any picture from first results page or  Post the first picture that comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 - Age at Next Birthday: 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ofrb.gov.on.ca/english/images/18a_high.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 113px;" src="http://www.ofrb.gov.on.ca/english/images/18a_high.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 - A Place I'd Like to Travel: Kenya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img1.jurko.net/wall/paper/Silhouetted_Kenya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 586px; height: 438px;" src="http://img1.jurko.net/wall/paper/Silhouetted_Kenya.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elephants are sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 - My Favourite Place: Alone in my own little world*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y78kDeEnjw/RyyBpJBzHSI/AAAAAAAAANI/6-ssbvZqA10/s400/little+girl+on+swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y78kDeEnjw/RyyBpJBzHSI/AAAAAAAAANI/6-ssbvZqA10/s400/little+girl+on+swing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BUT NOT looking at little girls as this pic might suggest!!!!! NO WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4  - My Favourite Objects: Electric guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com.sg/url?q=http://www.likecool.com/Gear/MusicKit/Jimi%2520Nightmare%2520Distorted%2520Electric%2520Guitar/Jimi-Nightmare-Distorted-Electric-Guitar.jpg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNG9fhOTmqWdJgf-0xh_Efq44X0L3A"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 513px;" src="http://images.google.com.sg/url?q=http://www.likecool.com/Gear/MusicKit/Jimi%2520Nightmare%2520Distorted%2520Electric%2520Guitar/Jimi-Nightmare-Distorted-Electric-Guitar.jpg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNG9fhOTmqWdJgf-0xh_Efq44X0L3A" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it looks cool but is it playable? Strings look intact, so its more like an autoharp. Coincidentally, my guit is a squire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 - My Favourite Food: Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fda.gov/consumer/updates/pics/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 305px;" src="http://www.fda.gov/consumer/updates/pics/chocolate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn these looks good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 - My Favourite Animal: Dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hickerphoto.com/data/media/40/husky_dogs_T4216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 468px;" src="http://www.hickerphoto.com/data/media/40/husky_dogs_T4216.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychic Dawggie is reading your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Rolf Hickler, whoever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 - Your Favourite Colour: Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.achilles-online.com/catalog/pics/Iron_Oxide_Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 359px;" src="http://www.achilles-online.com/catalog/pics/Iron_Oxide_Black.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei Hei De&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 - The Town Where I Was Born: Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/RBCMIN%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dia.org.au/images/news/singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://www.dia.org.au/images/news/singapore.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture's really nice. Makes me think of how i always zoom past the city and take for granted the beauty and coolness of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 - The Town Where I Live Now: Kebangan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring rich man town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.e-pribadi.com/kompetisi2006/logo-pasiad-copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 242px;" src="http://www.e-pribadi.com/kompetisi2006/logo-pasiad-copy.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i predicted, Kebangan is so boring and insignificant that i can't find any proper pic of on google. So i took this one instead. Somewhere within the globe is kebangan. Find it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 - Name of a Past Pet : ND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ipl.org/div/stateknow/images/usmap-nd.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 482px; height: 349px;" src="http://www.ipl.org/div/stateknow/images/usmap-nd.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past dog named N.D. ran away. Maybe that son of a bitch went to North Dakota?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 - First Name of a Past Love: Rugby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry to dissapoint ppl who want to find out my dark love secrets. All i can say is: :p)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.grapkas.com/images/grapjas_rugby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 336px;" src="http://www.grapkas.com/images/grapjas_rugby.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...instead, i decided to make it up to you guys by posting a picture of naked ppl streaking down what is supposedly a rugby field. Don't get horny now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 - My Best Friend's Nickname: The Messiah (real name Jesus).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes cliche answer i know. Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.messiahcd.com/Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.messiahcd.com/Cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mormon Tabernacle Choir? Its a huuuuuuuuuuuuge choir which believes that a Jewish Civilisation lived in North America way before the current Americans did.... so weird....&lt;br /&gt;Nightpro Symphony Orchestra sounds like a prog rock band. Who knew Mormons were so hip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;133 - My Screen Name / Nickname: ummmmm.... srv_at_heart??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newsoundmagazine.com/interviews/images/srv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 367px;" src="http://www.newsoundmagazine.com/interviews/images/srv01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot Stevie Ray Vaughan. Guitar legend which left the world too early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 - My First Name: Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/men/ben-stiller/pictures/ben-stiller-picture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 363px;" src="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/men/ben-stiller/pictures/ben-stiller-picture-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prizes for guessing this Ben's surname&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 - My Middle Name : Yong Quan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://alternativehealing.org/yong_quan_point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 148px;" src="http://alternativehealing.org/yong_quan_point.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like... wtf???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 - My Surname: Leong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lustrousrealm.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/fish-leong-j-adore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 407px;" src="http://lustrousrealm.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/fish-leong-j-adore.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychic Liang Qing Ru controls your thoughts: yOU mUST bUY iMPACT rED aPPLE nOW.&lt;br /&gt;Jason must be so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17 - Bad Habit of Mine: Come late for school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.justkidding.citymaker.com/i/Cartoons/Cartoon_182wtmk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 477px;" src="http://www.justkidding.citymaker.com/i/Cartoons/Cartoon_182wtmk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ben, there is.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Rod Maclean, whoever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18- My First Job: Ball-picker/ Ball boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/41720000/jpg/_41720642_tennis_getty416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 300px;" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/41720000/jpg/_41720642_tennis_getty416.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got dengue after my first paid "job" day of picking rugby balls. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 - My Grandmother's Name: Rosie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://svmomblog.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/08/rosie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 328px;" src="http://svmomblog.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/08/rosie.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think of Mama and wonder if shes fine. But after that think about my dementia stricken Po Po, and know that Mama is way better off then her. *start emoing*&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Maurice Sendak, whoever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 - My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;College&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Polytechnic  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Major &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;course: Biomedical Informatics &amp;amp; Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VPJv6Oj4v4/R563_AWI-sI/AAAAAAAABIU/t4DXbakqDeg/s400/Biomedical+Informatics.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VPJv6Oj4v4/R563_AWI-sI/AAAAAAAABIU/t4DXbakqDeg/s400/Biomedical+Informatics.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to add comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meme took muuuuuuch longer than i thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u've seen my past posts u would know that this is gonna be a photo/picture heavy blog. Thats why I'm looking for a blogskin thats simple, has no navigation, and is picture friendly (i.e. Big space for posts). Something like this current template, but not so plain. Anyone can recommend anything? ... Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/RBCMIN%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/RBCMIN%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-6719197545386625936?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/6719197545386625936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=6719197545386625936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/6719197545386625936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/6719197545386625936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2008/12/google-image-search-meme.html' title='Google Image Search Meme'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y78kDeEnjw/RyyBpJBzHSI/AAAAAAAAANI/6-ssbvZqA10/s72-c/little+girl+on+swing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-3174808483920913496</id><published>2008-11-29T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:49:20.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!</title><content type='html'>Changed my blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;template&lt;/span&gt;. haha. I would get a proper skin if i wasn't so lazy&lt;br /&gt;Keeping with the tradition of everyone else's blog, i shall post angsty stuff. wee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres alot going on with the world. 120+ people killed in terrorist attacks in Mumbai (woke up to see the news. Made me really depressed), with terrorists still holding hostages. Over-democracy in Thailand. Global warming. Widespread poverty. Corrupted governments. Genocide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet im bogged down by much smaller situations. Seems like a waste of time and energy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, friends. Get a grip!&lt;br /&gt;Stop the hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to take sides.&lt;br /&gt;I liked the status quo, even if it aint perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know the whole damn story. Everythings so complicated, its worse than a bad channel 8 drama. Let me try to be polite here. What the hell is going on?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i shouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow burying my head in the sand like an ostrich seems wiser. It doesn't seem right. Is there anything i can do other than pray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuuuuuuuugh can't even rant properlly. Im not that kind of person&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even directly involved in anything. It just understanding things that sucks my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on friends. Get a grip!&lt;br /&gt;Stop the hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I think it's about forgiveness, forgiveness, even if you don't love me anymore"&lt;br /&gt;-Don Henley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens. Get over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-3174808483920913496?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/3174808483920913496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=3174808483920913496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/3174808483920913496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/3174808483920913496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2008/11/rant.html' title='Rant!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-6199402060091520505</id><published>2008-11-20T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:34:26.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Random Pictures of the Day</title><content type='html'>Yes, its another instalment of RPoD. Applause pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this rate, im gonna set up a flickr/photobucket account. I got lots of pictures and its a waste to let them rot in my hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SSQ9tODKXkI/AAAAAAAAACw/DRSOR0GHqgc/s1600-h/14-11-08_1632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SSQ9tODKXkI/AAAAAAAAACw/DRSOR0GHqgc/s320/14-11-08_1632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270405311005089346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed to pic i put in the previous post wasnt clear enough to show my handsome face uglified with marker drawings, so i put in another 1 :p... haha once again thanks Pei Shan and Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SSQ9teFzkXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_Ls7EXjdaQk/s1600-h/IMG_5765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SSQ9teFzkXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_Ls7EXjdaQk/s320/IMG_5765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270405315311145330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyman working his magic hands on the BBQ... BIE camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SSQ9tgX24NI/AAAAAAAAADA/-YpawBoA2XU/s1600-h/IMG_5716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SSQ9tgX24NI/AAAAAAAAADA/-YpawBoA2XU/s320/IMG_5716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270405315923730642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes grass.... you see it everyday, but you never notice them. How about THIS close???? Too close for ya???? Then look away! Looooooooook awaaaaaaaay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SSQ9uPgYLmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Nd7of_WXLrc/s1600-h/IMG_5179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SSQ9uPgYLmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Nd7of_WXLrc/s320/IMG_5179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270405328575934050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry Ghost Festival... i guess you already knew that. I love the symmetry and the two tone colour of the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhong Yun Jie (thats correct right? Sorry i speak poor Chinese) has alot of photo opportunites. I only managed to shoot abit this year. Waiting for next year. (Is it morbid to say i'm looking forward to the seventh month??? Im creeeeeepy....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SSQ9tyLpDMI/AAAAAAAAADI/uWU3hPjh9Sk/s1600-h/IMG_5530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SSQ9tyLpDMI/AAAAAAAAADI/uWU3hPjh9Sk/s320/IMG_5530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270405320704330946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow. Hee hee. Guess this is one cat whos not interested in his/her fish. I have WAY TOO MANY pictures of cats. I guess they are too easy to photograph. Lazy bums. I like shooting animals (using a camera, animal lovers!), but so far all i get is birds and cats.... bleh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-6199402060091520505?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/6199402060091520505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=6199402060091520505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/6199402060091520505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/6199402060091520505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-pictures-of-day_20.html' title='Random Pictures of the Day'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SSQ9tODKXkI/AAAAAAAAACw/DRSOR0GHqgc/s72-c/14-11-08_1632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-8981754141524658879</id><published>2008-11-16T00:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:12:53.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCN day + SMU Starry Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR77ZERr_4I/AAAAAAAAABg/eqnmB4SX3rw/s1600-h/IMG_5825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR77ZERr_4I/AAAAAAAAABg/eqnmB4SX3rw/s320/IMG_5825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268925022133288834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=eaed70047a7effceab1eab3e9fa335ca20082be29074a462"&gt;CCN Pictures Link HERE!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCN day = tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene, Hazel, Lynette &amp;amp; Liang Eng came to my house twice to bake cupcakes. Luckily my house wasnt burnt down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR77YR1as_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/1KJ4o1BXQhk/s1600-h/IMG_5793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR77YR1as_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/1KJ4o1BXQhk/s320/IMG_5793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268925008592942066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR77Ywx-dFI/AAAAAAAAABY/tOzeENpaLrQ/s1600-h/IMG_5805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR77Ywx-dFI/AAAAAAAAABY/tOzeENpaLrQ/s320/IMG_5805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268925016900006994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tiring to keep going out to buy ingredients and baking stuff. My oven is a fake toaster oven, so we had to keep taking out and putting in trays due to the small amt of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR79vE3yGGI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ld0yluKIvAQ/s1600-h/IMG_5814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR79vE3yGGI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ld0yluKIvAQ/s320/IMG_5814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268927599273449570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of my camera after dropping it down 2 stories. Luckily the pouch saved it! Thats Lynette, Serene, Jason, Liang Eng and Hazel. from left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It paid off. We sold of our cupcakes and cookies within 2 hours! I would say that Nilfer, who walked around me, is a damn good saleswoman. She sold off her stock and i only sold one to my friend! Maybe because shes a girl :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SSAz_O3ag6I/AAAAAAAAACo/CBIHaVFCWwM/s1600-h/14-11-08_1631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SSAz_O3ag6I/AAAAAAAAACo/CBIHaVFCWwM/s320/14-11-08_1631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269268725438776226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks alot more retarted in real life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to squeeze out earnings, Reuben suggested that he go around and get ppl to pay to draw on his face. Being so bored, i volunteered myself to join him. So Pei Shan and the 2 of us went around and got ppl to draw on us for a dollar!!! I think tp ppl can be artistic... Except for those who wrote vulgar stuff or circled my mole... lol. We earned about $20 for our expedition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the whole class did a fine job. We made a 150% profit!!!! Thats alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR79uwzqEFI/AAAAAAAAABo/7DcW7bqAsO0/s1600-h/IMG_5841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR79uwzqEFI/AAAAAAAAABo/7DcW7bqAsO0/s320/IMG_5841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268927593887436882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn tired, but i forced myself to go to some SMU concert to see Sheldon perform. I slept in the taxi (damn late already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice. At first i was not happy cause everyone around were all stoning to rock music, but after awhile we loosened up and got up. The first band were The Goodfellas, a fairly "famous" local band. They were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR79wbneSQI/AAAAAAAAACA/1UNuMN7m6-A/s1600-h/IMG_5845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR79wbneSQI/AAAAAAAAACA/1UNuMN7m6-A/s320/IMG_5845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268927622558927106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sheldon's band came up. I didn't like how both singers mumbled, and couldnt hear them, and that their song choices except Grace Kelly and Stand By Me/Beautiful Girl medley (copiers. sheeeesh) were unknown. But they were good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next band was in my opinion the best band, performing MJ's Beat It (with volunteer dancer lol), I Believe In A Thing Called Love (while long time since i heard that), 7 Nation Army and others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR79wRkXCNI/AAAAAAAAACI/Wuqd6SRviHw/s1600-h/IMG_5850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR79wRkXCNI/AAAAAAAAACI/Wuqd6SRviHw/s320/IMG_5850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268927619861514450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the crazy chicken band haha. Hes damn good at guitars (and bass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR8B_7w6bVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/w7C5iY5l0v8/s1600-h/IMG_5858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR8B_7w6bVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/w7C5iY5l0v8/s320/IMG_5858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268932286933003602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupidest band. They turned techno hits such as Toxic, Tarzan and Jane, Barbie Girl and square rule into dance rock songs. I got woooooah square rule stuck in my head after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR8CAPExKPI/AAAAAAAAACY/eBz4mQf0gNY/s1600-h/IMG_5857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR8CAPExKPI/AAAAAAAAACY/eBz4mQf0gNY/s320/IMG_5857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268932292116556018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 pedal chains for 3 guitars. Retartedly sick and rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How romantic. After a Chinese song, the acoustic guitarist explained the song choice and said he needed to "settle down"... cue romantic music here. He proposed to his gf!!! The crowd was wild with excitement, with confetti and impromptu bursting of balloons! Maybe thats how ill profess my love to my gf. But she'll be embarresed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR8CAUG4_qI/AAAAAAAAACg/C_x-6Y25yL0/s1600-h/IMG_5862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR8CAUG4_qI/AAAAAAAAACg/C_x-6Y25yL0/s320/IMG_5862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268932293467635362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMU students look like a fun bunch. The beer flowed quickly , and body-surfing was the order of the day. No hardcore moshing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i can see more free concerts and maybe a ticketed one soon. I been to too many free ones, (free mah passerby just come and stop and stare) and the atmosphere is not very exciting But Switchfoot was a blast. I post videos soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-8981754141524658879?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/8981754141524658879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=8981754141524658879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8981754141524658879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8981754141524658879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2008/11/ccn-day-smu-starry-night.html' title='CCN day + SMU Starry Night'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SR77ZERr_4I/AAAAAAAAABg/eqnmB4SX3rw/s72-c/IMG_5825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-8186872867914651788</id><published>2008-11-12T00:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T01:04:05.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Random Pictures of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pictures are needed to break the monotony of this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRm3X9fMLQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O4LYnKatxvw/s1600-h/IMG_5209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRm3X9fMLQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O4LYnKatxvw/s320/IMG_5209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267442861456764162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                            Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts. Cool sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRm3ZKIgGQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CXOznzI435A/s1600-h/IMG_5700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRm3ZKIgGQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CXOznzI435A/s320/IMG_5700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267442882031130882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;                                Guitars are cool. These are at Blackwood Guitars, Bras Basah    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRm3X9fMLQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O4LYnKatxvw/s1600-h/IMG_5209.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRm3Yp8UrRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/e79M1cYMjYI/s1600-h/IMG_5502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRm3Yp8UrRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/e79M1cYMjYI/s320/IMG_5502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267442873390116114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Every year i eagerly wait for the return of the herons. Herons are cool! And they're back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRm3YKCdkeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ou6syLmINe0/s1600-h/IMG_5496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRm3YKCdkeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ou6syLmINe0/s320/IMG_5496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267442864825930210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   Effect achieved through reduced shutter speed. Its actually quite easy, just requires paitience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRm3ZfYWyZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/D2ExbVGcNf4/s1600-h/IMG_2783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRm3ZfYWyZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/D2ExbVGcNf4/s320/IMG_2783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267442887734774162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Even in India, people want peace. Can we coexist? This was taken at a place with lots of Muslims (kind of like Bangalore's own Geylang Serai).  There has been persecution against Christians recently due to the death of an anti-conversion Hindu priest. Thankfully things seem to be simmering down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;BTW the words read: Please do not make dirty here. Submit this picture to engrishfunny.com pls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-8186872867914651788?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/8186872867914651788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=8186872867914651788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8186872867914651788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/8186872867914651788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-pictures-of-day.html' title='Random Pictures of the Day'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRm3X9fMLQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O4LYnKatxvw/s72-c/IMG_5209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-2524647248232364628</id><published>2008-11-11T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T02:55:57.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>Ok its about time i went to sleep but editing new blog carried me away. Lets do a meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Joy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Do you make an effort not to step on cracks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually make an effort to step on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. When was the last time you got caught in the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month on my way to work. Just a drizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. What was the last movie you saw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madagascar. I like to mooove it mooove it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. What would you say is the nerdiest thing about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love comics. The daily newspaper kind. I such a comic fanboy i actually go to libraries and borrow em'. My favourites are Mutts, The Far Side, Get Fuzzy and the webcomic Sinfest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. You work on a large cruise ship. There an explosion in the engine room and the ship is sinking. There is only enough room for 30 people in the rescue boat and including you there are 31. You are the only person capable of driving the boat, and the people are demanding you choose the one who stays behind. Time is running out. How do you pick the person who you will leave to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach someone to drive the boat (should be simple. I mean, its a freaking boat, not a plane!), then jump off and sacrifice myself. Hopefully i can swim to shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you think about it, it should be possible to squeeze one more person. This question FAIL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-2524647248232364628?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/2524647248232364628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=2524647248232364628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/2524647248232364628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/2524647248232364628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2008/11/meme.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-2122686374605420414</id><published>2008-11-11T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T02:19:47.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok after millenniums of procrastination i decided to put up a blog. I have joined the masses of bored people talking about stuff thats only interesting to them and their immediate friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll probably wont blog like others. Don't think I'll blog about my day or life or whatever cause im a very boring person and have no social life whatsover to talk about x. And also im sure you are sick of reading people blog about what they did with their own friends which you don't know about or what they did that day, which is the same as the day before, and before that, and before that and before that and to infinty and beyond.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll probably post pictures and videos and songs and memes and stuff. Or if im really too free i might draw comics and put them up. Im a horrible drawer but what the heck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lets start this blog with a quick introduction of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Name: Ben Leong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;School: Temasek Poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Course: Biomedical Informatics and Engineering. Thats about medical machines and stuff like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Likes: Myself too much, Music, Guitars, Harmonicas, Friends, Family, Animals, Peace Joy Hope Love and all that hippie stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dun like: War, Hate, Meaness, Apathy and all that bab stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes u can see im pretty boring. woop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-2122686374605420414?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/2122686374605420414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=2122686374605420414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/2122686374605420414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/2122686374605420414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-start.html' title='Blog start'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810436747880713790.post-4378332894011732239</id><published>2008-11-11T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:39:31.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will be up soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5810436747880713790-4378332894011732239?l=beninhisden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/feeds/4378332894011732239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810436747880713790&amp;postID=4378332894011732239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/4378332894011732239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810436747880713790/posts/default/4378332894011732239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beninhisden.blogspot.com/2008/11/will-be-up-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996257389142533097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-cmepChKZM/SRsP-nhYT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PipqFvlPbVg/S220/self+portriate.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
