<?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-2838362150246568108</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:54:55.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Thoughts Becomes Reality</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-4798779487151168871</id><published>2011-12-26T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:40:33.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May</title><content type='html'>Again, I dedicate a post to you, a special person, on your very special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say; said almost everything on the last two posts, but have have a blast on your birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;Glad I met you. You're the best, and I wish you the best. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, May! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-4798779487151168871?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/4798779487151168871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/12/may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/4798779487151168871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/4798779487151168871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/12/may.html' title='May'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-8590976648499492281</id><published>2011-09-14T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T09:46:15.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou Shalt Fail Regardless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-496PyB1hZl0/TnDZgpGSbRI/AAAAAAAAADI/dSxncaut7bc/s1600/failure-is-absolute.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-496PyB1hZl0/TnDZgpGSbRI/AAAAAAAAADI/dSxncaut7bc/s1600/failure-is-absolute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In every objective, there will always be an end result. A single linear path will always diverge into a fork that will always lead to two destination; failure, and success. However, one's path to the destination that one claims successful, may never be similar to that of another's. They differ slightly due to individualism, but they never diverge far; they are in the end, still one target, one goal, one answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, in the eye of a true pessimist, there is only one road. A path of solitude that may never forge a future that will be succession. In his eyes, there is all but victory. In his eyes, &lt;i&gt;failure is absolute&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, you will always be a failure; and here's why.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. There are no success, as every success is another failure of a new expectation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Minuscule black ink smudge scourges the entirety of a white paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Oneself's objective may never be the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Concept of understanding was disregarded, or never existed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Expectation sets you to be none other than god himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Perfection is never perfect enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Hypocrisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is why, success, is but an empty shell voided of its meaning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Success, only exist for the one who believes in themselves - who believes that his own visions are realized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-8590976648499492281?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/8590976648499492281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/09/thou-shalt-fail-regardless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8590976648499492281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8590976648499492281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/09/thou-shalt-fail-regardless.html' title='Thou Shalt Fail Regardless'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-496PyB1hZl0/TnDZgpGSbRI/AAAAAAAAADI/dSxncaut7bc/s72-c/failure-is-absolute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-3321634067162038119</id><published>2011-09-11T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T03:12:06.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sky Lantern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever seen a sky lantern? Most of us have only seen it in movies. There's no surprise to it though. It is illegal in most countries after all. It proves to be hazardous for modern lifestyle. Not directly to us human beings though, more to properties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a picture of a sky lantern.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dw9vv_wBSkA/TmyJU7OadBI/AAAAAAAAACs/AyqPaGkgdFQ/s1600/P1020938c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dw9vv_wBSkA/TmyJU7OadBI/AAAAAAAAACs/AyqPaGkgdFQ/s1600/P1020938c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, for the first time in my life, I've seen first hand a sky lantern in action. They are without a doubt, magnificent. Even more than what you see in the movies. I know it's illegal, but oh well. My relative's house is pretty rural anyways. No harm done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;In tradition, we are suppose to write our wish down and bring it to the air. The higher it floats, the higher the chance of your dream will come true. So we all did the same; writing down our wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-55KBcZJVHCE/TmyFpNxLFHI/AAAAAAAAACU/wmDyYPCwG48/s1600/P1020916c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-55KBcZJVHCE/TmyFpNxLFHI/AAAAAAAAACU/wmDyYPCwG48/s1600/P1020916c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone busy thinking of what to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsic9R_LMSY/TmyFqEJQ_AI/AAAAAAAAACc/11iFXjAu3Xc/s1600/P1020922c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsic9R_LMSY/TmyFqEJQ_AI/AAAAAAAAACc/11iFXjAu3Xc/s1600/P1020922c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;Time for the adults, and as usual, they wish to strike at lottery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F--EftEVhiI/TmyFpii8fDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Unvwh3B5_Yg/s1600/P1020920c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F--EftEVhiI/TmyFpii8fDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Unvwh3B5_Yg/s1600/P1020920c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;Wtf Justin Bieber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;When everyone was ready, it was time to let it fly. At first, it was pretty difficult and it took a few minutes for the fire to fill air in the space inside the lantern. Soon after, it begin standing on it's own. However, it seemed that it was not enough to set it afloat. So we gave it a little "push".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;It took a few tries, but after awhile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nH8pbSUwqT0/TmyFq8V0sqI/AAAAAAAAACk/9mYOtVRuEN4/s1600/P1020946c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nH8pbSUwqT0/TmyFq8V0sqI/AAAAAAAAACk/9mYOtVRuEN4/s1600/P1020946c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; We have liftoff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's beautiful. The wind quickly blew it away and it started flying, progressively higher and higher. It went up so high, all I could see at the end was a dot of glow in the midnight sky. Much resembling a bright star.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CelRvdrcYG0/TmyINRs68kI/AAAAAAAAACo/7eGpPdP2r90/s1600/P1020948c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CelRvdrcYG0/TmyINRs68kI/AAAAAAAAACo/7eGpPdP2r90/s1600/P1020948c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A star? Make a wish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-3321634067162038119?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/3321634067162038119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/09/sky-lantern.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3321634067162038119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3321634067162038119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/09/sky-lantern.html' title='Sky Lantern'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dw9vv_wBSkA/TmyJU7OadBI/AAAAAAAAACs/AyqPaGkgdFQ/s72-c/P1020938c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-5572815750332256020</id><published>2011-09-08T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:58.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to the Past of Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KPzvQQz5Z9s/TmimG4hORnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hGcXbjNMzjA/s1600-h/Moving-to-the-Past-of-Education%25255B10%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Moving-to-the-Past-of-Education" border="0" alt="Moving-to-the-Past-of-Education" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-R8agYMdYe6U/TmimHWfunSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Qgq2_QL4MF0/Moving-to-the-Past-of-Education_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;One thing I notice about our education system is that, they seem to focus a lot on traditional knowledge that are basically extinct in this modern world we’re living in. I cannot deny that certain things will continuously be useful no matter how old it gets; such like amazing discoveries done by past scientists that we still acknowledge today. They are without a doubt, the basic to the advancement we achieve and enjoy today. Now, let us put those aside. Today, I’m mainly talking about education we learn on technology. Computer technology to be more precise. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The one thing the education system here in Malaysia do not stress on is knowledge on using a modern advance technology. I would not say a simple computer is difficult and challenging enough to deserve a class all to itself. However, I find that my idea was in fact, contradicting. Throughout my time being the president of my school’s computer club, I taught students week after week on more modern programs we have nowadays in a computer. One thing I realise over the year is that, 90% of students learn lower than 10% of most things I taught. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;What could be the cause of this occurrence? I soon realise it was the lack of basic knowledge on using a simple computer. When I say basic, I mean things like, how to access the internet with a browser? How to open a file? How do you open a program? In fact, what &lt;em&gt;IS a program&lt;/em&gt;? Even, &lt;em&gt;how do you save, copy and paste&lt;/em&gt; something? Yes, half the class don’t know how to do that. So, I spent most of my time teaching people what they should already know rather than the interesting and amazing things modernization of the world of computers have to offer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;But wait, our education system includes Information and Communication Technology (ICT) lessons don’t they? Well, they very well damn do. My school does, at least. Since the start of year 1 in school until year 3, they were given 2 periods of lessons weekly. After that, the class is dropped. Now, this already clearly shows how ICT is being neglected. Okay so that may not be that all bad, right? At least we still learn something every week? However, as far as I remember, ICT lessons had always been a farce. I know there was capable teachers teaching before, but they no longer do. Now, we are left with teachers who knows less than most people here on the internet. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I asked juniors before what they learned during the lessons, and guess what? Half the time, they are imprisoned in the computer lab and are stripped away the rights to use the computers. Even if they do, they end up learning things from more than &lt;em&gt;half a decade&lt;/em&gt; ago. Examples are Microsoft Office 2003. Why can’t they move on to 2007 which is now already 4 years behind? They’re learning programming languages as well? That’s neat. But- Which one? Turns out to be Microsoft Visual Basic which was mainly used in the year 1991. Exactly 2 decades old. What happened to modern languages with higher capabilities like Java? They are practically teaching students things that we will never be able to apply. So what is the point of even learning if they will never be of any use?&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When it comes to terms of technology, I believe, we should always move on and adapt to changes. Programs nowadays are constantly updated, and hardware keeps getting better and better. Computers used to be such a breakthrough that it’s price goes very well higher than most people’s pay. Then comes the laptop, and computers became affordable. Then comes advancing technology which drastically reduced their prices. Thumb drives today with a size of 32GB may be the best and most expensive, but in a few years they will be nothing more than thrash which no one will ever get. I believe technology goes under the same concept. We human constantly advance. We go towards the future where infinite possibilities lies. So, why are we still a shadow of other nations? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;That is a fact that I refuse to accept. I want to make a change. Adaption are a necessity to survival. That is true even to animals. We should no longer live in the past. We should live in the present and live for the future; not linger in shadow of the past. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;That, is my mission as the president of the computer club.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-5572815750332256020?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/5572815750332256020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/09/moving-to-past-of-education.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/5572815750332256020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/5572815750332256020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/09/moving-to-past-of-education.html' title='Moving to the Past of Education'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-R8agYMdYe6U/TmimHWfunSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Qgq2_QL4MF0/s72-c/Moving-to-the-Past-of-Education_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-7217486665081524218</id><published>2011-07-18T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver, Welcome to the Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Welcome, Silver! He is now the baby of the family. Just 3 months old, and is hyperactive, energetic and indefatigable! Well, maybe he does get fatigued after playing, but you get the point. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-WMUUwjXUBBM/TiQUt0ji0ZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5c2OeV5eA7Y/s1600-h/P1020689%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1020689" border="0" alt="P1020689" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-gYreESwwSnQ/TiQUuctTYcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IO1a0VbtUCM/P1020689_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He looks big for his size, but don’t be alarmed. It’s not Silver that is big, it’s my sister that is small. :P As you can see, he is an American Short Hair. White-ish gray in colour, much resembling the colour of a white tiger with a slight tint of gray. Beautiful mixture, I would say. So you can guess, he got his name from his fur. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now let’s look a little closer up…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-0lmRm-B0m5Q/TiQUvKKYH3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/K76ubj93Ew8/s1600-h/P1020691c%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1020691c" border="0" alt="P1020691c" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-enCo8XUAmX4/TiQUvtwHTLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5eyN8KU_TrU/P1020691c_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Notice there are brownish spots around his nose. In fact, the region around the stomach is coloured in brown too! If i’m not wrong, this trait was carried down by his grandparents or further ancestors. I’ll get to this later on. One more thing to note is the M that forms on his forehead! A pretty M. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ija1glWWeKE/TiQUwJx4t9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Inx37HPdZ3I/s1600-h/P1020697c%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1020697c" border="0" alt="P1020697c" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-FN5tw-OL9KY/TiQUw_9PmNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ULIss7Rlg2U/P1020697c_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There. You can see the stomach. Notice also the paws. They are completely black. This trait is also passed down by his ancestors. However, there are similarity between his family. They have the habit of kneading his paws regularly. I mean, &lt;em&gt;really regularly. &lt;/em&gt;He’ll do it just about &lt;em&gt;anytime &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;anywhere. &lt;/em&gt;As i’m writing this now, I’m pretty sure he still is. Even as I took the above picture, notice one paw is open and the other is closed. Yes, he’s kneading! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-gUnpZWn_uCQ/TiQUxYvT6fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sKhJhcKGi2Q/s1600-h/P1020699c%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1020699c" border="0" alt="P1020699c" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-_9DmNbLWUgA/TiQUyDjSzgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/x2yYQYcQn58/P1020699c_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lastly, look at his long tail! Among two of my cat, Tiger and Leo, Silver has the most perfect tail of all. Cats having their tail bent during birth is quite common, which inevitably and drastically reduce their market price. Tiger has a bent tail, so does Leo. In fact, Leo’s tail is so bent, it forms a hook. Much like the shape of a question mark – ?. However, we don’t care about the market values. We love them as they are and only adopt them when they’re really in need. Same goes to Tiger and Leo. Tiger’s a stray and Leo lost his value with his tail. So we took them in! Silver too. He may be perfect, but so far no one wants him. Let’s get back to topic. If Silver straightens his tail, it’ll be longer than his own body! Another side note is that, Silver’s tail looks much like a raccoon’s with the colour and the stripes. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, I mentioned something about his ancestors and family, no? I have seen his siblings and parents before. His mother is a complete light gray breed whereas his father is striped but has dark gray. So, it seems that Silver has best of both world – Light-ish gray with stripes. His other siblings however, one of them is full brown with stripes! The second one is surprisingly fully black! There’s no other reason to this besides generations of traits. His brown sibling is a lucky kitty. Having that colour of fur as an American Short Hair breed fetches over RM1000! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Silver may not be such an exquisite kitten but we still love him. :3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-7217486665081524218?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/7217486665081524218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/07/silver-welcome-to-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7217486665081524218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7217486665081524218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/07/silver-welcome-to-family.html' title='Silver, Welcome to the Family!'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-gYreESwwSnQ/TiQUuctTYcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IO1a0VbtUCM/s72-c/P1020689_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-385253626490263636</id><published>2011-07-16T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16th July, A Day to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;According to several people, 16th of July is a very eventful day, full of events going on from dawn to dusk. It is true for me, too. Not only do I have a whole morning from one event, I had to rush straight to an afternoon appointment of a competition! And my day only settled down in the late evening. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;First up, my day started as early as 5.30, yes, obviously in the morning. So not used to it, as I don’t even wake up as early for school. I had to start early and make preparation for my uniform body’s grand event – Shaolin Wushu 2nd Treasure Hunt organized by me, together with the committees of Shaolin Wushu. All credits to them! They made the whole event possible. I’m glad the whole event went well in the end. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I especially liked our committee’s nametag. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7SZ6EdkENX0/TiJo-M2u9kI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QaXnbHS8uq8/s1600-h/P1020704c%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1020704c" border="0" alt="P1020704c" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-e8vlsMh57HM/TiJo-hnTlgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C_PxcgUwKLY/P1020704c_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So that’s pretty much it. Not many special events to be noted. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Next up, I had to rush to my next event immediately after the Treasure Hunt ends. That is the KDU Games Design Challenge 2011. I was like, an hour or more late for that event. However, thanks to my partner Ray, he managed to cover everything up until I came to give a hand. We were only given about 2 hours to complete a game from scratch. With that limited time, it is &lt;em&gt;impossible, &lt;/em&gt;let me repeat, &lt;em&gt;IMPOSSIBLE&lt;/em&gt;, to complete a well designed game without major bugs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here’s our game. It was planned by my partner, Ray. Here’s how it goes. The game is called “Still Alive”, and it is basically starring our hero, Adam, who is suppose to be first man on earth, and ironically is now the &lt;em&gt;last &lt;/em&gt;man on earth, due to pollution and illness which wiped out the entire population and created his evil doppelgänger, Mada. Made symbolizes illness, sickness, pollution and every negativity you can think of. He controls servants that is designed to kill you. Adam’s job is to collect back “humanity” scattered all around, and at the same time avoiding Mada and his servants. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The gameplay is simple. It is, of course, a 2D based game where you can move around in a direction of up, down, left and right much like the classic Pokémon game on Gameboy. “Humanity” will be scattered around the map and you have to collect all of them in order to move on to the next level. You have lives too, of course. It decreases gradually as you collide with Mada’s servants, and it’s game over when your life reaches 0. Adam would be able to shoot and gain other special abilities as the game progresses. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So that was all the plan. Let’s see what we achieved. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Our storyline was put into the game correctly and precisely. Gameplay and controls were done nicely. Servants was created and they move around the map. Here’s our special feature - We have plenty of animations moving and glowing around the map which other teams lack. Example, our servant, a Jack-O-Lantern, blinks, which totally spells ‘touch me and you’ll be pumpin-ized!” Then our hero, Adam, has well… some extraordinary legs; it moves when he’s stationary and stops when he’s moving. How do you like that? The judges seems to love it. Another thing to note is that, my partner chose extremely creepy songs to match with the theme. I think that gave us a boost too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So what was it that we did not accomplish? The shooting! We tried hard to make Adam shoot, but we encountered a major problem which makes the whole game crash whenever we click to shoot. With limited time, it was a plan unaccomplished. With that, all the other abilities planned went to the junkyard together with the shooting ability. In the end, we only had 2 levels, and level 2 crashed immediately upon arrival. This happened during the presentation to the judge. Ouch. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The judge was a KDU student. Plus, he is my senior! A former frees who I did not know existed until that day. He is known to be a genius. People around KDU has a nickname for him – Kami. Which directly translate to God in japanese, and I can see why. His face totally spells&amp;#160; G O D with his terrorizing yet, gentle expression and he seems to radiate and aura of godliness with his presence. When all the senior committees of that event was wearing uniform, he just came in with a casual white shirt and pants. I may only seen him once on that day, but I can see that what people say is true. He practically debugged our game by just &lt;em&gt;glancing &lt;/em&gt;at the game. That, he earned my complete respect. Also, he is suppose to be &lt;em&gt;best &lt;/em&gt;Computer Engineer in whole of KDU. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;With our game full of bugs and complete nothingness, we thought we’ll definitely not get top 3, as there are over 44 teams from not only Penang, but other states. But somehow, we were pretty shocked to hear our team name announced as the 2nd runner up. Very shocked indeed. We won ourselves pretty classy, or should I say, &lt;em&gt;glassy &lt;/em&gt;trophies, certificates and some prize money. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-l8vFgcbWSlQ/TiJo_Ke5IOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/EZlrx_oYZ9A/s1600-h/P1020709c%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1020709c" border="0" alt="P1020709c" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qFJhPlv6a4s/TiJo_lVqCaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XZWQ71QLADo/P1020709c_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-24Kff43pVng/TiJpAdHjgdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/yjmlqcTlPwE/s1600-h/P1020706c%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1020706c" border="0" alt="P1020706c" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-fZgAEehHzPc/TiJpA_7YCHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8u_nGnsEIgs/P1020706c_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="274" height="364" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-sx5iL6ymZPU/TiJpBTx5UiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bU2tde0rHfs/s1600-h/P1020707c%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1020707c" border="0" alt="P1020707c" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-dAdwiiqOTqA/TiJpCLp3Z2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/40JCFyU7Ek4/P1020707c_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Awesome isn’t it? I’m being such a show off here, but whatever. I’ll do as I wish in my space, here in my blog. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh yeah, I got some awesome freebies too! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Firstly, a shirt! No event is complete without their special shirt! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-PO5SykQNfYU/TiJpCo40s2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/TqTfiZp_ILI/s1600-h/P1020700c%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1020700c" border="0" alt="P1020700c" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-PayhW7WukkE/TiJpDMthuOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ITMAa_--2G4/P1020700c_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-G8A8NTuJU2g/TiJpDmacvkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9ZsjeXMbhg8/s1600-h/P1020701c%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1020701c" border="0" alt="P1020701c" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-GVhV-WlNjcc/TiJpEb-jMTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Al5Mt8h109g/P1020701c_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-_RNYseNdeD8/TiJpE8sHjrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EBY6Anb5fKo/s1600-h/P1020702c%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1020702c" border="0" alt="P1020702c" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-xNzBciWAmwY/TiJpFY2jbxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bAYnKvFcToQ/P1020702c_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Also, I got a pretty adorable multi-USB port. Cute huh?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-e3k-PjL2v8Y/TiJpF2OiFVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/n0VxfRUxh9M/s1600-h/P1020703c%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1020703c" border="0" alt="P1020703c" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ILpVy05x6cw/TiJpGoes6PI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wAC4_xeOeng/P1020703c_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Special thanks to my partner, Ray Tan for all his efforts in the competition! Also, to “Kami” for giving us awesome scores during judging. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-385253626490263636?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/385253626490263636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/07/16th-july-day-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/385253626490263636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/385253626490263636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/07/16th-july-day-to-remember.html' title='16th July, A Day to Remember'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-e8vlsMh57HM/TiJo-hnTlgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C_PxcgUwKLY/s72-c/P1020704c_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-2668895877264050169</id><published>2011-06-07T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The purpose of the &lt;a href="http://benjaminjtl.blogspot.com/2011/06/dream.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dream&lt;/a&gt; post was to actually express my dreams which I have been having this few days. Just so you know, I’m not that type of person who normally dreams. Like really. About the previous post, I pretty much got strayed from my main topic, so I shall continue here on a different post instead.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay let’s start. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I had a dream. Perhaps, more of a nightmare. It was easier to remember nightmares rather than a sweet dream, and even if I do happen to remember, chances are, I’m not writing that in public. Dreams of any sort, are easily forgotten. Perhaps even the most frightening nightmare could be clearly forgotten within half an hour. Though the idea still remains, the details are missed out. When I do happen to dream of something extraordinarily weird, I try my hardest to remember the details, be it a sweet dream, or even a nightmare. I always have the urge to express a weird dream to someone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This dream, nightmare to be exact, was seemingly very familiar. The night was still, purple clouds swirling upon the sky, not in such a clichéd way that it was swirling in a circle in which you normally see in the movies. Rather, it was stochastic, in a sense that those thick dense cloud would displace to any direction without the aid of wind. That, I remember clearly. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Time setting, I couldn’t be too sure. Was it late evening? Or was it perhaps in pass midnight? When the sky was dyed an abnormal colour of eggplant purple, who could tell? The place was ironically the front parking lot of the MBF (Malaysia Business Forum) just located a few meters from my grandparent’s house. I could remember. This was not the first time I had this dream. However, it was not a repeat. Rather, it was more like a sequel to my older dream. Strange. That very dream made me recalled back the older nightmare which I had almost completely forgotten. As I said, details are usually left out.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;However, these are what I remembered; I was walking back to my grandparent’s house through the back alley of the MBF tower. It was a shortcut that we always used. This time however, we were walking by foot, together with a few unknowns which I’m failing to remember. The exterior design of the place changed drastically. The settings was divergent, where it becomes more like the back alley you see in a movies. Dark, silent, with a gate with chains at the very end of the alley. To the right, there was yet another pathway, but again, there was an iron gate with chains all over it. Towards the left however, there was a door leading to the tower. I remember, that I was trying to break open the front gate but with no succession. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Have you ever had the feeling that when your mind is so focused into doing something, that something from behind might just be watching you? That was exactly the feeling. When you start to notice, things might already be too late. I turned back immediately, but in reality, there was always nothing except my imaginations playing tricks on me. Unfortunately, I’m away from reality at that moment. So as you might guess, there &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; something behind. It was a dark, black figure, much like a silhouette. A figure that closely resembles a hound, or more precisely, a rottweiler. The eyes were glowing a sinister red. That was as close as I can descriptively explain about the looks. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When one was bad enough, more and more started to appear. They have variation on their bodies. The size, shape and appearances looked more gruesome and strange. Running away was the only thing that would come to mind. We ran and ran, but at the very end, there was more of those waiting at the end. To all corners, there was more, until a place where the gates with chains appears to be the only hope of escaping. Then that’s where desperation of breaking the chains open even though you know it’s next to impossible comes in. There was in fact, noting else you could do, when you’re surrounded with hundreds of this dire, horrific hound-like creature, each with bloodthirsty red eyes craving for a bite each at you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When all hope seems lost, to the extend where you’re just a split second away from mental death, you are rescued. Saved by the one who’s responsible for the horror experience – your brain. Shifting back to reality, everything will be at peace and serenity. Except that your heart still pounds with all its might from the devastation from its close family, the brain. Wonder what kind of relationship those organs have. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A few moment later, the brain compensates for its earlier game by making itself forget about it. It fades away, and leaves no trace. Until your playful brain decides to repeat its action, or better yet, make a sequel to it’s game. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, things may start different. For this, I remember starting inside a public bus. Time setting was late evening instead. The sky gave a purplish glow yet again, but with a highlight of orange this time. Things were pretty peaceful and calm. A bit too calm. The passengers were as if they had their souls vacuumed out. They looked pale, as if petrified to turn gray. That didn’t bother me for some reason. If it was reality, it sure would. My stop was ironically, the MBF tower. Why? I have not the slightest clue. I was with another 3 person whom I don’t remember. The funny thing is, I don’t remember being with anyone in the bus. Upon reaching, things started to look familiar. &lt;em&gt;VERY &lt;/em&gt;familiar. Too familiar, in fact. The sky was the same, every setting was similar to the previous dream! Fear started to strike. It’s as if you’re getting trapped the second time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A shadow slithers by from the alley, and what do you know? It’s the bloodthirsty hound again. This time, they weren’t in packs, it was alone. I remember wrestling with it this time. It was strong and full of stamina. One of the unknown person who was following me took over and tackled the beast head on to the point where it was unable to stood up. 2 other unknowns escaped to the side door of the tower. Then, I ran to the alley and things started looking more and more familiar. I literally remembered a dream inside my own dream! How often do you get that?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I remember deciding to make a turn to that unknown door which was left unexplored in my previous dream. About 50 meters ahead, there was a another door that seemingly spell freedom from the horror. I ran as fast and swiftly as I could. Motion became slower and slower, as if time was fooling with me. Then the ceiling collapse in an instant when I was just about to reach. Again, the brain just loves to play with you. You’re shifted back to reality and everything but your heart is fine. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dreams. They are truly, truly strange. What you experience in a dream in just unexplainable. Why did I get those dream? Hounds? MBF Tower? How does those two even relate? No, I don’t hate dogs or ever tortured a dog to deserve them nightmarishly coming back at me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dreams are just weird. Period. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-2668895877264050169?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/2668895877264050169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/06/dream-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/2668895877264050169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/2668895877264050169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/06/dream-ii.html' title='Dream II'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-9211523332318775011</id><published>2011-06-04T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dreams. What are dreams actually? I have always wondered on that, although knowing it’s merely a vision that you see during your sleep. However, the term “see” would probably not accurately describe it. How about people who are naturally blind. Say, blind since birth? Since they have no experience on a single vision at all, will they be able to dream? That’s the age old question. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have once watched a documentary on TV about the human brain, and how it relates to sight. Of course, they mentioned about dreams too, and the answer to that question. Whether you find it true or false, I guess it’s up to you. So, as I was saying, that documentary claims that even with perfectly conditioned eyes, one is unable to see. This is because what we mostly see are collected memories, thus the vision we see now are assumptions of your brain. Only the small point where we are focusing on is what we actually see. The rest are your brain’s assumption, and that’s how we’re idiotically fooled by magic. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This theory also states that this is exactly why we would barely remember anything from childhood by adolescent, especially memories when we’re still an infant. For the first time our eyes gaze upon the world, it is assumed that we are unable to see thing yet. It takes a couple of years before we install in enough sight memory into our brain to be able to see perfectly as we do now. A blind person from birth too, requires that couple of years if that person were to recover from blindness. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now that it’s clear how sight works, let’s get back to our question; does a blind man dream? It is hypothesized that they in fact do. Yes, they DO. However, it is not like how we dream. Dreams are basically collection of senses our body picks up which are stored in our brains coming out. So, since blind people do detect sound, touch, taste and smell, they shall dream in that form. Just about anything except there’s no sight. How true is that? I’m no neurologist so i’m not too sure as well, but that does sound legit, no? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-9211523332318775011?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/9211523332318775011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/06/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/9211523332318775011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/9211523332318775011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/06/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-5051686154792917702</id><published>2011-03-25T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A March Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh it’s been so long since i’ve written anything for my blog. It was practically dead for some time. Well, I decided to continue writing and update it back. There' was actually quite a lot of events happened, and I had always wanted to write about it. But ended up doing something else and well, some very long delay happens then I just forget about it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hmm when was my last post… More than a month? What happened then… Ah, there was the first exam, which I barely studied for. Just flipped through a few pages, and depended on my memory to do the job. The results was “not bad”. I thought I’d fail my add math. But I didn’t! Luckily. New subjects, new system, new format, still not too used to them yet. Especially when almost everything turned subjective. And i’m talking about History. I got a 0 for a whole section. But still I didn’t fail. Damn proud. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After the exams, it was the holidays! Time to relax, time to enjoy. Was especially looking forward to that holidays cause the past few weeks was so busy and tiring. Lots of things was going on. I organized a hiking trip at Moongate together with the rest of the committees and well, it was pretty fun. Can’t remember the last time I went hiking. The funny thing is, most of the members all was already exhausted when we barely reached halfway of the first station, while the elderly hiked like nothing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TYy_n2U7oPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/a-n86WC_FBw/s1600-h/DSC02277c%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC02277c" border="0" alt="DSC02277c" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TYy_oyFq7nI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BWPY3cfg5Is/DSC02277c_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had to rest every few steps. –.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TYy_ptnwHxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/M8k8TaKyylQ/s1600-h/DSC02283c%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC02283c" border="0" alt="DSC02283c" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TYy_qaSndCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wuWsd8iteR4/DSC02283c_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dog that followed us wherever we go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TYy_rYRGaGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/S64uFdcm5T8/s1600-h/DSC02290c%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC02290c" border="0" alt="DSC02290c" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TYy_sLaKvjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/eBDfeWnc_gI/DSC02290c_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;Monkey eating hibiscus. In your face, Malaysia! Right? ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TYy_sz4ko_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/S1FXbDjYSBs/s1600-h/DSC02304c%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC02304c" border="0" alt="DSC02304c" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TYy_t-oldAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/x9cKM5qNs4Y/DSC02304c_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;It's a different monkey. Almost enraged it with my flash. :P&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There was also a treasure hunt organized by the my school’s Chinese Cultural Society, and we were invited too. Though I didn’t participate in the treasure hunt. I was the judge together with some other committees. It was pretty fun. Get to know a lot of other people better. Plus, my station was this &lt;em&gt;whatthefark &lt;/em&gt;game. Objective of the game; Team paints each others faces. I became the cameraman and took pictures of their faces. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And where are the pictures you might be wondering? Well, the most unfortunate event happened. I got robbed. Yes, I got robbed. My phone and my money. Sad sad day. It was just this week. :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well that’s all for now. I’ll continue to write back probably… This Sunday. Going for holidays tomorrow with my relatives. I’ll post about that when I come back. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-5051686154792917702?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/5051686154792917702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/5051686154792917702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/5051686154792917702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-post.html' title='A March Post'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TYy_oyFq7nI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BWPY3cfg5Is/s72-c/DSC02277c_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-6684497674094506550</id><published>2011-02-17T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am back in the pool after about 2 years of retiring from swimming. Well, I’d say it was kinda fun. Get to relax a little outside. I started swimming when I was 12, an age a little too late to strive for excellence. But I still continued for more or less 2 years anyways. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well this year, I only joined for the relay and medlay event since my school has a team this year. Individual events was a big no. For not swimming so long, trying to sprint back is next to impossible. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So far, today’s the 2nd day of the competition and my first event starts today. Unfortunately, both event’s 100m and that’s a far distant, considering you lack training. So my first 75m was good, but struggle to finish the last few meter. Completely drained from energy then. After that event, I find it hard to just stand or even breathe. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well but today was still pretty good. Get to finish up some add math questions with my friend. Did that most of the time there. And as for the event, we scored second placing, earning the silver medal. Hope tomorrow would be a better day to fight for gold! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-6684497674094506550?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/6684497674094506550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/02/swim-swim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6684497674094506550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6684497674094506550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/02/swim-swim.html' title='Swim Swim'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-7376000012278202877</id><published>2011-01-30T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Meaning of Busyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You know, I used to be always the one same reason why my blog is never updated for a period of time, which is either because i’m just too damn lazy, or I have nothing to write about. But now, it’s neither. The main thing now is, I’ve understood the true meaning of &lt;em&gt;busyness.&lt;/em&gt; I have never, mark my words, &lt;em&gt;NEVER &lt;/em&gt;been as busy as I am this year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Life had gone from pure simplicity and always chilling, to a never-ending journey of busyness. Homework seemed to pile up so fast, there is &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; a stack of them to do. If that’s not enough, there’s still school work, club works, home works etc etc. Makes me miss my Form 3 life. When everyday no matter how much homework I have, I can come back, do whatever I want, sleep, next day school complete it. Work has gone to a whole new level.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Soo now, this 1 week break of holidays is actually heaven! I take back my word of holidays being too boring. Cause now, life’s never boring since the beginning of school. &lt;em&gt;Always &lt;/em&gt;something. I remember wanting to post all sort of things but had always been too busy with stuff. But now that I have the time, I forgot what exactly I wanted to write. –.- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh well. Chinese New Year is coming, and I’ll probably post more updates then.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-7376000012278202877?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/7376000012278202877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/01/true-meaning-of-busyness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7376000012278202877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7376000012278202877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/01/true-meaning-of-busyness.html' title='The True Meaning of Busyness'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-3614175445222003405</id><published>2011-01-06T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yeah, I know i’m kinda late to make a Happy New Year post, but since I have something to update about, why not? But believe me, I originally wanted to write a conclusive post about the year 2010 and post it on exactly 12.00a.m. of year 2011. Well, I did start writing for it, quite a lot in fact. But I ended up abandoning that post because I felt it wasn’t… a really great post. Same thing happened on the year 2009 when I wanted to write a conclusive post about it. But then, the post always seem to be lacking something. Lacking a feel of accomplishment and joy of reading it. So the post, will just remain as a draft and soon to be forgotten and be deleted. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well for now, I just want to wish everyone a Happy New Year, and may this year be a productive and awesome year for all of us. I’ve made an animation especially for the year, and I don’t know why… Just felt like it. Here it is, anyways! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TSXW4IlzTxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/L1ziaaYm8MA/s1600-h/Happy%20New%20Year%202011%20%28Animation%29%5B4%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Happy New Year 2011 (Animation)" border="0" alt="Happy New Year 2011 (Animation)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TSXW7jxpCXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Mb5IFwCt4oY/Happy%20New%20Year%202011%20%28Animation%29_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="380" height="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s my first animation since quite a long time. Made from purely .GIF and with Photoshop. It only takes like 15 seconds to view it, but a whole day to complete it! So for me, re-watching it several times still makes me feel satisfied.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well that’s about it. Hope you like the animation. ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Note:&lt;/em&gt; If animation loads slowly and hangs often between frames, just click on the animation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*Note 2 lol: I found out that the animation moves at different rates depending on browsers. Mozilla Firefox and Internet Explorer appeared extremely fast while Chrome and Safari appeared averagely slow. Well there’s nothing much I can do about that, can I? Oh well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-3614175445222003405?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/3614175445222003405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3614175445222003405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3614175445222003405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2011.html' title='Happy 2011'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TSXW7jxpCXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Mb5IFwCt4oY/s72-c/Happy%20New%20Year%202011%20%28Animation%29_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-3602204750694178948</id><published>2010-12-26T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday May</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally a year had already passed huh? Time really flies. This post shall be dedicated to to you May, for your very special day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;You’re finally officially 14 and gonna be unofficially 15 pretty soon. :P Hope you have a great one, and as you said to me before, live life to the fullest, and live it with no regrets. ;) And I want you to know, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday, May Ying. &lt;font color="#000000"&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-3602204750694178948?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/3602204750694178948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3602204750694178948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3602204750694178948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-may.html' title='Happy Birthday May'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-8396468285195141509</id><published>2010-12-17T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays III</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So we have reached part 3 of my holidays post. I’ll keep in mind that i’m suppose to write about activities, else i’ll probably just write whatever’s on my mind. So let’s start!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hmm activities, activities… Well as I said in my previous post, I’ve spent a lot of time playing random games. Before I started playing Tetris, there’s another Facebook game I’ve played for a day or two. It’s sort of addicting. But believe me, it’s a million times gayer than Edward Cullen. No offense to their fans. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s called, Robot Unicorn Attack.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/robotunicorn/play.html#access_token=112594238780474|2.F18ItfEtmlIFWsfdTA0yTw__.3600.1292601600-1307774680|J9-cucSPqhVOc-Vo5F3gJD3mA2M&amp;amp;expires_in=7087" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Robot Unicorn Attack" border="0" alt="Robot Unicorn Attack" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQttHo-ZfqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BSqxMojxo-w/Robot%20Unicorn%20Attack%5B12%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="380" height="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even the name itself is gay. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tell me, what could be more gay than the cliché name, together with colourful unicorns, rainbows, butterflies and fairies all mashed together into one? To top it all off, the game comes with an incredibly gay song. It’s called Always by Erasure. Yes, I googled it. Saw the music video on Youtube and my eyes almost popped out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eSMeUPFjQHc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/eSMeUPFjQHc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have a few comments on this video. Actually, just one word. Gay. If you watched the video, you’d see a bad guy turning up somewhere in the middle. And make his badass ultimate attack, “rolling-ball-that-collects-snow-as-it-moves-in-a-distance-no-more-than-10-feet-which-eventually-engulfed-2-person” And the hero counterattacks by throwing his ball to the sky which explodes and the bad guy so happens to be atomosophobia. So he died. Happy Ending. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay enough about those. Since these days, no one seems to be online, so using the computer actually became pretty boring. I decided to find some old games that I used to play on my old PS2 and well, play it. One game that caught my interest was Megaman. And luckily, I have the whole collection of it from Megaman x1 to x8. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve spent a lot of time playing each of the game, but ended up only finishing a few. For x1, I got pissed at it because my saved data gone missing and I have to start over. So I gave up and moved on to x2. I gave up on that too, for a reason I forgot. x3, I gave up for the same reason as x1. Screw you memory card… x4, x5, x6, I finished all 3 of it. Each one in a day in fact. :P x7, the game was a total failure. Capcom made the wrong move by making it 3D. x8, Capcom made it 2D back, and it became famous again, but I didn’t finished it either. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Megaman is a VERY old game. Way before even when I was born. It started in 1987. Old huh? And the graphic was this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQttIcvM7iI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JoIsxms8ubA/s1600-h/megaman%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="megaman" border="0" alt="megaman" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQttI6HuXuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ArmWcNA374M/megaman_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQttJkE2grI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1ay8EM0YOxk/s1600-h/megaman_8bit%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="megaman_8bit" border="0" alt="megaman_8bit" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQttKTuoNqI/AAAAAAAAAII/yAiejZSuN9s/megaman_8bit_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="190" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Megaman standing.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Megaman Shoot! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, it has already advanced to:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQttLEnCFoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jBVHZS3pbRg/s1600-h/megaman_10_wiiware%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="megaman_10_wiiware" border="0" alt="megaman_10_wiiware" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQttLsdQPpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mPyCafIhcSU/megaman_10_wiiware_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="213" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking good, though he hasn’t aged since 1987. lol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Besides games, activities I’ve done outdoors are, well, usually playing badminton with my friends. It had somewhat became a usual thing for us. And it’s really fun. ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Hanging out with my friends too, but that don’t normally happen nowadays. Even when it’s holidays. I guess just going to Gurney for a movie had became boring and we prefer something new and fun. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;And when there’s nothing going on, I force myself to work out, by having a jog early in the morning and indoors exercising. Maybe jogging had lessen since I gotten lazy to wake up early sometimes. But I still work out most of the time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;By now, my brains seems to be losing it’s focus, and gotten blank. And my will to continue writing is slowly fading away. But I think I already wrote enough for this post. So that concludes this post, and my holidays for year 2010. But more posts will be up ahead, cause the eventful days are all in the end of December, and deserves a post all to itself.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-8396468285195141509?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/8396468285195141509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/12/holidays-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8396468285195141509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8396468285195141509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/12/holidays-iii.html' title='Holidays III'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQttHo-ZfqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BSqxMojxo-w/s72-c/Robot%20Unicorn%20Attack%5B12%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-8840291960452989954</id><published>2010-12-16T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well as I said before, I shall continue up a post on the activities during the holidays. I’ve been thinking on what to write for this post for some time, but somehow, I came up with nothing interesting enough. Hmm.. I guess that’s to be expected, nothing much happened after all. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Since I didn’t have a solid plan to follow on during the holidays, I ended up doing random nonsense to relieve some boredom. And what better way is there than playing games? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Recently, I’ve discovered the classic game of Tetris on Facebook. Of course, they made it look good and modern with a special feature, which is the ability to “keep” the block. This may be pretty simple, but it makes the game much harder as you are required to think deeper and plan ahead. Strategy strategy. Or maybe you can just do it the classic way and still end up owning the rest of the players who malfunctioned their brain thinking too much for a complicated strategy for a simple game of Tetris. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Although I do play with some strategy in mind, but I do not think deep. Basically, here’s what I do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQpMKYc662I/AAAAAAAAAHc/WZ6NskSvKzw/s1600-h/Tetris%20Strategy%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Tetris Strategy" border="0" alt="Tetris Strategy" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQpMLIXFiWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wWwZojwqq9s/Tetris%20Strategy_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="330" height="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why, you ask? Skinny long block’s able to “fit in” to whatever situation as long as you use it right. Furthermore, the objective of the game is send as many lines in a shot, or consecutively as possible. Sending 1 line contributes shit. You need 2 lines or more, and 4 lines to send the maximum in a shot. So by keeping the skinny long blog, you can do THIS!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQpMMBCg1tI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nxbB3hLJBbk/s1600-h/Tetris%20Battle%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Tetris Battle" border="0" alt="Tetris Battle" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQpMM8Y_uwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nbMeqmnug50/Tetris%20Battle_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="422" height="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WHAM! Your opponent’s gonna eat some deep shit lines. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;In this game, there are 3 main modes to play, 1v1, or a Battle Royal of 4 or 6. I usually play 6, cause. There will be no loser. You don’t just win or lose, like in a 1v1. Instead, you get 1st 2nd 3rd placings. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQpMNyEPeaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-EUlU0-eCiw/s1600-h/Tetris%20Battle%20Result%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Tetris Battle Result" border="0" alt="Tetris Battle Result" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQpMO-K7CII/AAAAAAAAAHw/tGtLZ3UIaJU/Tetris%20Battle%20Result_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="420" height="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAH I owned them. :P &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;But the fact is, my score was pathetic. How did I get first? Look at the 2nd placing guy with the name of Tim. He certainly sent more lines than me, by a whooping &lt;em&gt;11 &lt;/em&gt;difference. Moreover, his height was only 3 and I was double his. Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for me, I sent the lines at the right time finishing off a player Tim tried so hard to kill. I got the kill, and kills topped anything else no matter how much lines he sent. So in short, I &lt;em&gt;killstealed.&lt;/em&gt; :P &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m starting to talk too much about Tetris now. I forgot again, this post was suppose to be about the activities on the holidays. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ooops? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I guess. I’ll separate the post into another segment. Cause i’m just too goddamn lazy to continue. Mind me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-8840291960452989954?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/8840291960452989954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/12/holidays-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8840291960452989954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8840291960452989954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/12/holidays-ii.html' title='The Holidays II'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQpMLIXFiWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wWwZojwqq9s/s72-c/Tetris%20Strategy_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-369155876837513258</id><published>2010-12-15T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Originally, I wanted to just write about the recent change in my house layout, and of course my room, but I decided to just write about the holidays as well. It’s actually ending already. Only about 2 more weeks left.. How unfortunate. Let’s not talk about how much time left, rather, what had the time so far been spent on. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I mentioned earlier, my house kinda changed a little. Layout not much, but my family decided to repaint the entire house. Every single part of it. Basically EVERYTHING. Well, except the ceiling but no one really paints that. The work had already started since yesterday morning until the evening. So throughout that time, no chance for me to use the computer. Not that I have the time to anyways. Was too busy rearranging and cleaning up. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As for my room, all 3 sides are painted with a colour called Barley White which looked somewhat like toufu. There’s one “main” side of the wall was coloured with the colour of our desire that’s meant to act as a contrast. Originally, I liked the colour regel blue, but my dad’s friend who was the head painter, said that the colour will make my room look like the police station. Eventually, my dad asked me to change, but there wasn’t anything much that caught my eye. So in the end, I chose turquoise blue.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here’s some example! This might not be 100% accurate but i’m sure it’s close. Unless i’m colour blind all along and didn’t realise. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQjnY76VpxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dIGLccjg7iI/s1600-h/barleywhite%5B4%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="barleywhite" border="0" alt="barleywhite" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQjnZRlH2wI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mby60Z6zwII/barleywhite_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="480" height="28" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQjnZ7xWn6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/hFzFgjK2MK0/s1600-h/turquoiseblue%5B18%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="turquoiseblue" border="0" alt="turquoiseblue" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQjnafqy5OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CMslzoyhnpk/turquoiseblue_thumb%5B16%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="482" height="29" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQjncZ63WQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/89J_SQ-R65s/s1600-h/regelblue%5B4%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="regelblue" border="0" alt="regelblue" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQjndLvDVrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3_vMAnCGYGM/regelblue_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="480" height="28" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay let’s move on to some random things during the holidays. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hmm let’s see…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh, right. The holidays.. was so empty, voided with pitiful nothingness which rots my soul bit by bit with every passing seconds (If soul could go into pieces lol) killing me with the total epic BOREDOM. I so need to find something to do with this lifeless life. But I had already spent many many MANY days thinking about it, but ending with frustratingly useless piece of crap ideas. I’m sure i’ll think of something when school reopens BUT that’s so not the right time! I would so damn regret it by then thinking the hours I spent each days which I have completely NOTHING to do, which will seem like the best days that would be gladly relived over and over. But now, I just wished it’ll pass. Pass to the point where I have already figured out what to do. But one thing i’m sure, that time is when I won’t have the time to accomplish it as school would reopen. So in conclusion, I am now. Utterly &lt;em&gt;lifeless&lt;/em&gt;. Fml. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Note to self. Make it a goddamn priority during the last few days of school to cast a spell on myself to go into brainstorming mode, thinking and thinking for my objective and things-to-do during the holidays no matter how many hours it would take so I would live it with no regrets. Because i’m starting to be drowned in a sea regrets for wasting my holidays this year. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Taking it easy wasn’t a 100% correct decision. Well sure, after the hell from PMR, relaxing would be the best thing of all, but i’m starting to feel a week or so was already enough to conquer away the stress built up. What to do with the other month? Well rot of course! It’s pretty fun. Not. Luckily, I had some backup plans for the remaining days of the holidays. Or was it just a thought of hoax to stupidly trick myself as to save my own ass from further drowning in the pitiful regrets.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well I have a few plans in mind. For one, i’d really like to start working on a few plans for my clubs next year. Especially my Computer Club. I will definitely raise it to its highest possible potential, that will be my mission. My target? Get a whole room to ourselves. Accessible anytime and only to members. My teacher suggested it too. Now it seemed more possible with the support of a great teacher who’s the expert computer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh and speaking of computers, I will have more work to work on for the Global Virtual Classroom (GVC) competition. Furthermore, i’m the leader for the team, means more damn work. Oh I mean, wonderful awesome life-filling work. :D &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Somehow, I ended up straying off the topic of my holiday activity. But I still like what I ended up writing. And that’s pretty much what was on my mind. Guess I shall continue about the activities tomorrow. Splitting this post. So YOU, have more updates to read, right? ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh yes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Notice it? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m so free, I made the example of the colours nice and pretty. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;lol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-369155876837513258?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/369155876837513258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/12/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/369155876837513258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/369155876837513258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/12/holidays.html' title='The Holidays'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TQjnZRlH2wI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mby60Z6zwII/s72-c/barleywhite_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-3003186396969994641</id><published>2010-12-03T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess-the-Google</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Recently i’ve found a quite interesting game based on google search. It’s pretty simple. You have 20 seconds to guess what was the word that was googled in order to get images as shown. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some of the images may be as simple as having 90% of oranges pictures; so you’ll automatically know the word – Orange, but some is extremely hard if your vocab is no good. Some words get as hard as “Protest” or “Latitude”. These words may look simple, but guessing from just images, that’s the challenge. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Guess-the-Google" href="http://grant.robinson.name/projects/guess-the-google/game/?l=6" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="guessthegoogle" border="0" alt="guessthegoogle" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TPjExQMMOHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RGv9H-2ZAm8/guessthegoogle%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="424" height="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To play the game, here’s the link.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://grant.robinson.name/projects/guess-the-google/game/?l=6" href="http://grant.robinson.name/projects/guess-the-google/game/?l=6"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;http://grant.robinson.name/projects/guess-the-google/game/?l=6&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That’s basically about it. This game kinda reminds me of a game I used to play. It’s called &lt;a href="http://isketch.org/" target="_blank"&gt;iSketch&lt;/a&gt;. Guessing pictures too. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-3003186396969994641?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/3003186396969994641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/12/guess-google.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3003186396969994641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3003186396969994641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/12/guess-google.html' title='Guess-the-Google'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TPjExQMMOHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RGv9H-2ZAm8/s72-c/guessthegoogle%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-4342475833599690576</id><published>2010-11-27T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Early</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had always thought of living a healthier life by sleeping early then waking up early, do some outdoor activities and exercise. I had also thought of doing something throughout the holidays, but now December’s already closing in and i’ve just figured out something. May not last me long, but I’ll give it a try anyways.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The problem with a healthy life for me is that I always tend to sleep late. I’m always hyperactive at night for no goddamn reason. (I had just noticed “goddamn” is a legit word lol.) And when I wake up, my conscious mind is always wagging war with my sub-conscious mind debating the pros and cons of getting up early. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Did I get enough sleep? Don’t think so… zz”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“What could I do if I get up now..? Bed feels too good… zz”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But I said I wanted to get up early! Sleepy… Maybe not today… zz”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;These are usually what happens every morning. Sleepy me would win every time. He’s the champion in the morning and just a plain loser at night. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Besides that, I’ll spam abuse the snooze button every time it wakes me back up until I finally decide to screw the alarm together with waking up early and just go back to bed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One day, I read an article about sleeping and how to wake up early. Well I was very interested so I read on. What he talk about, I find it quite true and he even suggested a way to sleep more efficiently. No, you don’t have to sleep early just to get up early. It’s a flexible way of sleeping, and flexibility is what me likey. If you’re interested, you can read more by &lt;a href="http://www.stevepavlina.com/blog/2005/05/how-to-become-an-early-riser/" target="_blank"&gt;clicking me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I decided I don’t want to waste the rest of the month left of holidays I have left. I wanted to do something, I wanted to wake up early. Do something productive, be productive myself. Lazy days are rotting me mind and soul away. I’ve decided to implement the sleeping technique and see if it works out on me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today, I woke up as planned. 6 in the morning. Ate some (healthy? I think so. :P) breakfast, and went out my house for a jog. By 7a.m., I’ve already prepared my day and I planned to work out a little. Unfortunately, some minor headache struck, and it gradually got worst. Forced to ditch the workout plan for today. So, it’s the bed for me again for another hour before I figured it was better and I could blog about my achievement in waking up early today. lol&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve planned to do that for the rest of the holidays and hopefully I would stick to it. According to my friend, living healthy is hectic and he eventually gave up. Maybe it’s just another reason to play Black Ops. :P Well, I won’t know until I try. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Day 1: A Success! :D &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-4342475833599690576?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/4342475833599690576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/11/waking-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/4342475833599690576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/4342475833599690576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/11/waking-early.html' title='Waking Early'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-4271788904433834417</id><published>2010-11-25T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;These few days, I’ve been randomly surfing the web and came across many interesting sites on animations. Some are under your control, while some are just for you to watch and be amazed. I’ve dug out my history for most of the animations i’ve came across before, and here’s the list of it! Enjoy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;5. Fly Guy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In this game/animation, you control a guy, who actually flies around a space with random objects around. It ends when you finally reach the highest point possible. And if you ask me, the flying dude’s gay.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.trevorvanmeter.com/flyguy/flyGuy.swf " target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="flyguy" border="0" alt="flyguy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TO8szCzxuVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XrSU6zZcYmQ/flyguy%5B7%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="384" height="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a title="http://www.trevorvanmeter.com/flyguy/flyGuy.swf" href="http://www.trevorvanmeter.com/flyguy/flyGuy.swf" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.trevorvanmeter.com/flyguy/flyGuy.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;4. Snowflakes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well this snowflakes, it’s actually not even an animation. Although, I wouldn’t consider this as a game too. It’s just for you to create your very own snowflakes. Hit the 2D or 3D rotate button once you’re done with your snowflake to see it move and swirl around.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zefrank.com/snowflake/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="snowflake" border="0" alt="snowflake" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TO8szzO6BYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/eX72pgQvK2k/snowflake%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="304" height="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a title="http://www.zefrank.com/snowflake/" href="http://www.zefrank.com/snowflake/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.zefrank.com/snowflake/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;3. J-Walk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Prepare your eyes for this as you will be seeing hundreds of stickmans in action over and over and over again in this insanely large .gif animation. What you’re seeing in the picture below is just a SMALL section of it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href=" http://j-walkblog.com/blog/docs/platform.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="jwalk" border="0" alt="jwalk" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TO8s1H3VzRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/oKWYzSMrtAk/jwalk%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="384" height="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a title="http://j-walkblog.com/blog/docs/platform.htm" href="http://j-walkblog.com/blog/docs/platform.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://j-walkblog.com/blog/docs/platform.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;2. Blue Ball by YTMND&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This one is very similar to the animation above but it is even more insane and it’s not featuring stickmans, but blue balls being moved around mechanically through your entire screen. See if you can follow all the balls from the start to the end of their journey. ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blueballfixed.ytmnd.com/ " target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="blueball" border="0" alt="blueball" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TO8s10at9KI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4TRBUUUZTIE/blueball%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="384" height="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a title="http://blueballfixed.ytmnd.com/" href="http://blueballfixed.ytmnd.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://blueballfixed.ytmnd.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;1. Dude Falling&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is just as what the title says, a dude falling. It is actually very very simply made, repetitive and yet, it’s just that addicting. Made me watch it over and over several times. I especially love the way he jumps around the middle of the animation. '&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1gVqaV/studenthome.nku.edu/%257Erusselljo/flash/dudefalling.swf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="guyfalling" border="0" alt="guyfalling" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TO9zFlETHnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZXZnIMEBrW8/guyfalling%5B1%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="384" height="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1gVqaV/studenthome.nku.edu/%257Erusselljo/flash/dudefalling.swf" href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1gVqaV/studenthome.nku.edu/%257Erusselljo/flash/dudefalling.swf" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1gVqaV/studenthome.nku.edu/%257Erusselljo/flash/dudefalling.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-4271788904433834417?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/4271788904433834417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/11/animations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/4271788904433834417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/4271788904433834417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/11/animations.html' title='Animations'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TO8szCzxuVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XrSU6zZcYmQ/s72-c/flyguy%5B7%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-8094373594330985826</id><published>2010-11-20T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Midnight Shortage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today would probably be the first day for me to wake up school hours throughout the days during holidays. Wasn’t expecting to. No alarm set. I think I suffered dehydration somewhere in the midst of sleeping as when I woke up, my tongue was aching calling for water, lips broken as if haven’t drank for days, and worst of all, i’m sweating up an ocean. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Woke up THAT early in the morning just to found that there was no electricity, and had my blanket so tightly wrapped around, I didn’t think it was possible to even stay asleep without the fan and windows shut. So I immediately kicked the blanket aside, and checked outside. No one was awake yet at this point. I’m still wondering how my family slept soundly and wonder if they actually notice there was no power. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Water. It never tasted so great, even at room temperature up until this very day. I practically shoveled two to three cups down my throat and hell, that felt good. I’m never really a fan of plain old water; I always prefer something with taste, but what have I to complain about, they’re the best medicine when you’re dying of thirst. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After a wonderful experience with my best-friend-for-today, I tried to go back sleep, but to my surprise. I couldn’t seem to. Why is it surprising? Because i’m a guy who always sleeps back. Several times in fact, perhaps more than 10 times. I could woke up at 6, then sleep back about 10 times until it’s 12. But today, my day started at 6. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And somewhere before 7, the good old electricity came back. So here I am, using the computer writing whatever nonsense I have on my mind because i’m just that lifeless. :P The weather cooled back down when the weather rained (and also my good friend who’s always on top of my head, who I call &lt;em&gt;The Fan&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh, and have I mentioned I have always loved the rain? To me, it’s a beautiful performance of nature that resonance with the calm and soothing symphony of raindrops and which my eyes sees as the sheer beauty of nature. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Always helps to calm me down.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-8094373594330985826?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/8094373594330985826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/11/midnight-shortage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8094373594330985826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8094373594330985826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/11/midnight-shortage.html' title='A Midnight Shortage'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-3428750552802111360</id><published>2010-11-10T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardust</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When i’m bored to the point where walking around the house aimlessly seemed fun, I sometimes like to visit random sites on the net. Usually with the help of &lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/"&gt;StumbleUpon&lt;/a&gt;. It’s a great site you know, just click and it’ll bring you to places of your interest. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Recently, I was brought to a site, a gaming site I think, called Stardust. Though it’s considered under a Flash Game in the site, I don’t really think it’s a game at all unless you think moving 5 circles randomly in a square box is fun. But I have to admit, I spent like 15 minutes on it NOT because it’s fun, but i’m just curious about what shape and colours of combination I can do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here’s the link to the site. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://wonderfl.net/c/4mly/fullscreen" href="http://wonderfl.net/c/4mly/fullscreen"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;http://wonderfl.net/c/4mly/fullscreen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In case you don’t know what to do, just move the circles around the screen and the stardust will just follow the paths. What path you ask? It’s an invisible path. You’ll get it when you experiment with it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here are some example of what I managed to cook up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNqIGPQz2QI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jA61uo2zK7E/s1600-h/spiralart1%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="spiralart1" border="0" alt="spiralart1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNqIHBcG2XI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NoK9qOK1Vak/spiralart1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNqIIhywZII/AAAAAAAAAGE/6MC6cbOy-ws/s1600-h/spiralart2%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="spiralart2" border="0" alt="spiralart2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNqIJ6-nyoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MoFizuuECcA/spiralart2_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" height="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And look, a pretty M. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNqIK0HPsOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PikFaAHs9Qc/s1600-h/spiralart3%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="spiralart3" border="0" alt="spiralart3" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNqILyJ5mnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oRnkWjTlZjs/spiralart3_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" height="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-3428750552802111360?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/3428750552802111360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/11/stardust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3428750552802111360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3428750552802111360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/11/stardust.html' title='Stardust'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNqIHBcG2XI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NoK9qOK1Vak/s72-c/spiralart1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-5447091041806596859</id><published>2010-11-07T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaolin Wushu Farewell Party ‘10</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After weeks of planning and discussions, the day had finally arrived where we wish our seniors good bye and good luck for their STPM. For my uniform body, this would be the first time a farewell party was organized. It would also be my first time organizing an event. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Originally, it was suppose to be a nighttime beach BBQ party. But some people were afraid of tsunami so I had to change the location to our good old Penang Free School. Heck, it made things a lot easier. Although, beach activities and games were cancelled and replaced with water games. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On that day, the event was supposed to start at 5.30p.m. but I went school as early as 1 something to set up the entire thing. And unfortunately, the rest of the committees did NOT turn up for the event, except the vice and assistant treasurer. The only committees I could count on, really. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Upon arriving at school, I set out once again to shop for the food we will be using for the BBQ and other games items that we do not have. We spent an hour on Tesco shopping and choosing the cheapest choice possible, &lt;em&gt;Tesco Brands&lt;/em&gt;. :P EXCEPT the food, cause Tesco brand’s food is too cheap to be considered food… The drinks on the other hand, are aye okay, so we chose that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After getting the food, we searched for what we thought was easiest to find, balloons, charcoal and fire starters. The latter two was pretty easy, and we got it at a very cheap price in some random store you find by the roadside. The balloons though, was harder to find than anything else. Surprising? But we finally found a shop which sells 10 cent each. Quite a good price. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After getting the balloons, we went back school and prepared it for the upcoming games. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNbGn9X1_uI/AAAAAAAAAE8/V7QQo7MIXms/s1600-h/DSC01784c%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01784c" border="0" alt="DSC01784c" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNbGoVTX-YI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PuddNjv1PuQ/DSC01784c_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" height="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Luckily there was a large basin with a stone which blocked the basin hole, so we could fill it up with water. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNbGpKAWaII/AAAAAAAAAFE/2_q6-H51TWA/s1600-h/DSC01781c%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01781c" border="0" alt="DSC01781c" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNbGqFJPl3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/GO4cE5RYsU8/DSC01781c_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" height="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There was about 30 balloons in the end, another 20 more saved for later games. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The first game was I don’t even know what it’s called. :P Basically, 2 players play rock paper scissors and the winner gets to throw a bucket of water right in front of them at the loser. On the other hand, the loser gets to take the umbrella and quickly open it up. If you’re slow, you’ll get splashed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNbGsM9rxgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Uv6VeB-ZXEE/s1600-h/DSC01801c%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01801c" border="0" alt="DSC01801c" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNbGt_hzZhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JBK6fyc3CR4/DSC01801c_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" height="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNbGu1qh27I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gy1KOGtUncI/s1600-h/DSC01802c%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01802c" border="0" alt="DSC01802c" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNbGwrovj3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/No5Bg56JKKs/DSC01802c_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" height="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Actually, the games was suppose to be for the seniors and juniors, but my little junior just HAD to drag me in. So yeah. I got a round of that too, but I won it. ;) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNbGxzMbElI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AZXlilC_xDg/s1600-h/DSC01815c%5B29%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01815c" border="0" alt="DSC01815c" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNbGzAV7_LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/t-xgFFJdRA8/DSC01815c_thumb%5B27%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" height="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me splashing. Lol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;The next game was I also don’t know what it’s called. :P Games were all created by the assistant treasurer. This one, all the seniors had to stand in a circle. (But they ended up forming a semicircle. Oh Well, who cares.) The gamemaster will stand in the centre of everyone. Then, the gamemaster will throw a ball to a random person after reading out a question. The person who got the ball, have to answer the question within 5 seconds, then toss the ball to another person. And that person had to answer the same question and pass to another, and so on. If the fail to answer within 5 seconds, we will throw water balloons at him/her. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNbGzywrKsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/P96pcsUDDgw/s1600-h/DSC01826c%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01826c" border="0" alt="DSC01826c" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNbG0n9eZQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HiY2c0derQw/DSC01826c_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" height="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t have pictures of people getting tossed with water balloons cause I was busy tossing. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some questions were so epic, they rather get water balloon-ed. One was “Who would you choose to kiss among the players here?” And that was thought by, yours truly. ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After all the games were over, our school guard came to us and said we were wasting water and said something about end of the world with no water caused by us or something. Lol. Well, our games had all ended, so we don’t really care. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then it was time for the main event, BBQ! We were suppose to start a fire while the game was going on, but we totally forgot. Better late than never I guess. We only successfully start a good fire after 30 minutes or so, and used up like 15 fire starters. Don’t look at me, I wasn’t the one doing it. :P &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNbG1fp5V_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/jRbD8o0Qbns/s1600-h/DSC01835c%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01835c" border="0" alt="DSC01835c" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNbG2HfAq9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/2F3VjKFlkeY/DSC01835c_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" height="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fan generated wind just doesn’t light the fire up. When a senior of mine blew continuously at the fire, it rages up. So much, an ember flew into his eye. Lol. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After the fire was set, everyone rushed in to cook their food.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNbG2xaC2QI/AAAAAAAAAF0/AVmuOYR3LRU/s1600-h/DSC01836c%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01836c" border="0" alt="DSC01836c" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNbG3jUFY9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/LRu3Efi_vb8/DSC01836c_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" height="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; See the amount of food on that tiny lil BBQ set?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After everyone ate, there was nothing else we could do. And there comes, random story telling and songs. Just chilling the whole way until 10p.m. Started clearing up the whole place, and everyone went back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’d say, the farewell had gone smoothly without much problems. A success, it definitely was! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-5447091041806596859?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/5447091041806596859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/11/shaolin-wushu-farewell-party-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/5447091041806596859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/5447091041806596859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/11/shaolin-wushu-farewell-party-10.html' title='Shaolin Wushu Farewell Party ‘10'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNbGoVTX-YI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PuddNjv1PuQ/s72-c/DSC01784c_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-980491824302071591</id><published>2010-11-03T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Trip 2010</title><content type='html'>Ahh time flies doesn’t it? My trip to Genting Highlands had already ended. Been looking forward to it all year since around… March? When we first talked about it. This year’s trip was pretty awesome as well. Though we missed outdoor theme park, but generally, it’s an awesome trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we went there night time on a double decker bus. Would be my first time riding on that. But it’s nothing really special. Just higher. :P We departed at 10.20p.p.m., although it said it would only arrive at 10.30p.m. Expected it to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we reached Genting 4 in the morning and the air there was as chilly and nice as ever. When you live everyday in the heat, you tend to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know why i’m using this format, but I guess it looks more… organized? And gay. Oh well. First day, started as early as 4 in the morning. Went in hotel room where Max’s mum had already booked for us and settled there. We didn’t sleep. Instead, we played truth or dare the whole night/morning. &lt;br /&gt;After the sun is up, we decided to go for breakfast in a cheap &lt;i&gt;mamak&lt;/i&gt; store Win Sern found. It was located somewhere in the car park, hidden from all the attractions of the tourists. Well it’s suppose to be a restaurant meant for the people working there, after all. You can’t have 10 bucks worth of &lt;i&gt;nasi lema&lt;/i&gt;k every morning. &lt;br /&gt;There, we have the most common thing you can find in every &lt;i&gt;mamak&lt;/i&gt; store, &lt;i&gt;Roti Canai&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNIOWHfe8yI/AAAAAAAAAEM/q5esaZGGah8/s1600-h/DSC01743c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01743c" border="0" height="281" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNIOW__DGfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/06WUiZSHnZk/DSC01743c_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC01743c" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not as cheap, but at least it’s cheaper than every other food you can find there. It became our usual breakfast spot for the next 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day there, we plan to just walk around, buy souvenirs and stuff. Outdoor theme park would be saved for tomorrow, when Faiz arrives at night today. Walked around, almost the entire day, but only got myself 1 souvenir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day, we also took picture of our Group, SyM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNIOYDXu__I/AAAAAAAAAEU/-JNdmJCWHgg/s1600-h/73871_459717107139_581267139_5368425%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="73871_459717107139_581267139_5368425_7798027_n" border="0" height="311" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNIOZGj2rkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fDXGt3nUg2A/73871_459717107139_581267139_5368425%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="73871_459717107139_581267139_5368425_7798027_n" width="453" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SyM, Ad Victoriam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We also got ourselves a group ring, unique with each member with an engraving of our respective names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNIOZ1TZXRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f9g2y2-Tbu4/s1600-h/74241_459717427139_581267139_5368431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="74241_459717427139_581267139_5368431_5943138_n" border="0" height="452" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNIOaihe0WI/AAAAAAAAAEg/m-R7R-VT4XU/74241_459717427139_581267139_5368431%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="74241_459717427139_581267139_5368431_5943138_n" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first one would be me, SyM.Zephyrus. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;DAY 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up as early as 6 in the morning today. After preparing, we went for breakfast in the usual spot. There, we realized we were out of luck as the weather undergone a major change. From bright and sunny, to uber dark, foggy and gloomy day. And because of that, our plans to go outdoor theme park was cancelled. The mist was so thick, no rides were even operating. None at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNIObB2FvLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yaOScFTtuyw/s1600-h/DSC01766c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01766c" border="0" height="280" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNIOb89ZbhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ziZCMZtpiSo/DSC01766c_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC01766c" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNIOdGVuCBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FLinE2clDL0/DSC01771c_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01771c" border="0" height="307" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNIOdGVuCBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FLinE2clDL0/DSC01771c_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block;" title="DSC01771c" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was really chilly and windy the whole day and night. We went out to enjoy the cold and was retarded enough to took of our jacket to “feel” the chill. xD It was nice. The temperature was definitely more or less 10°C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took the chance to go bowling. It had been like 5 years since I bowled, so i literally sucked bad at it for the first few throws. After awhile I got the feel and could more or less score on it. But it was a lil too late anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a second round of bowling at night where we had to pay extra, but for a better looking environment. With music (I think) and green glowing pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;DAY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today would be the last day of the trip. Woke up 8 something in the morning and again, we went to the mamak store for breakfast. After that, we finished the rest of out Arcade Credit playing the basketball game, or a.k.a. &lt;i&gt;Hoops&lt;/i&gt;. Played mostly that and got a pretty high score every time we play. And that’s why we managed to collect a total of 1855 tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNIOd2Lu8TI/AAAAAAAAAE0/b3u6ZYfryB4/s1600-h/72507_459718202139_581267139_5368435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="72507_459718202139_581267139_5368435_442788_n" border="0" height="247" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNIOeohGvII/AAAAAAAAAE4/23sE4D6AVDs/72507_459718202139_581267139_5368435%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="72507_459718202139_581267139_5368435_442788_n" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, we only managed to collect 400+ tickets, whereby we get to redeem 2 flower plushies. This year, we collected so much, we could get a lot of good stuff, but there isn’t any good stuff. Plushies all looked sucky and gay. The good ones are all out. :( In the end, we only got ourselves a mug each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes the entire trip. We departed from Genting at 2.20p.m. and reached around 7+, almost 8. I slept almost the entire time in the bus back as I was pretty damn tired. :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was an awesome trip.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Credits to Pics without my copyright to Win Sern. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-980491824302071591?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/980491824302071591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/11/genting-trip-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/980491824302071591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/980491824302071591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/11/genting-trip-2010.html' title='Genting Trip 2010'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TNIOW__DGfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/06WUiZSHnZk/s72-c/DSC01743c_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-703132314209308788</id><published>2010-10-29T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Close Yet So Far</title><content type='html'>Well it has been much of an interesting day today. Although it’s just another day walking around Gurney with my friends, catching a movie, it had been pretty fun. Especially with days and days of boredom staying at home doing nothing. Besides, I haven’t catch a movie for a LONG time now. Yes, a LONG time. Since… The release of New Moon? Yeah about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie we watch was &lt;i&gt;The Child’s Eye&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviexclusive.com/review/thechildseye/poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.moviexclusive.com/review/thechildseye/poster.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary? Neh actually, it’s not as scary as that. If it is, I think it’d be 18+. It’s about some group of friends, stuck in some random hotel, with ghostly history, scares-you-through-the-element-of-surprise, &lt;i&gt;karma karma&lt;/i&gt;, hero saves the day. And yeah, that’s it! Not a really good movie in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also my first time watching a movie 3D. (I know, i know, i’m just that outdated. :S) Well the effect I would say is awesome. Literally makes it look 3D. But in a flat layer by layer way though. And generally, the background blurs out and it’s next to impossible to focus on one spot. So it was spinning my head when I watched it at first. Somehow, I still prefer the classic way of watching. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the movie, we went out and took the route through the arcade, where we saw some guys playing the basketball game. Default high score was 250. My friend max scored an excellent score of 302 which broke the default high score. Then some random child came with his mummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought he was just passing through, but then I saw he was gonna play. Then I thought, maybe his mother just wants him to have fun and all. But that kid. He wasn’t epic failing like everyone thought he was. He was surrounded by guys who look pro at it. But that kid. That kid literally beat everyone flat. End score? He got 330+. When I only got a pathetic 102. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01725c" border="0" height="284" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TMr33hrUIzI/AAAAAAAAADw/TQYk9pRkBS4/DSC01725c_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC01725c" width="374" /&gt;Scores it with ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TMr34DpQowI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VgHKlEGVQ5M/s1600-h/DSC01724c%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01724c" border="0" height="284" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TMr34-9jQGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aFrMJ6ApMnA/DSC01724c_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC01724c" width="374" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the child prodigy finished playing, we decided to go back to ground floor. Just to have to wait another 3 hours before my dad come. Just seat back, relax, enjoy the ocean breeze and talking nonsense with Max. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And damn. Missed meeting even though we were that close. Would have certainly completed the day. :) Just too bad luck wasn’t on our side eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Ohhh and one more thing, just a random shout out. My keyboard has finally died after 4 years. R.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TMr35vmn-cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v5zPQB0ATBQ/s1600-h/DSC01720c%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01720c" border="0" height="297" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TMr36WNNXZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8vvkqgsrT7Y/DSC01720c_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC01720c" width="391" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damaged beyond repair. (I took it out myself but it was spoilt anyways) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-703132314209308788?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/703132314209308788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-close-yet-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/703132314209308788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/703132314209308788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-close-yet-so-far.html' title='So Close Yet So Far'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TMr33hrUIzI/AAAAAAAAADw/TQYk9pRkBS4/s72-c/DSC01725c_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-6192341627247562647</id><published>2010-10-25T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days after exam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I expected days after PMR to be filled with fun and excitement all day, having fun with friends and all but this only happen so very rarely. So most of the time, it'll be VERY boring with absolutely nothing to do. I could stare all day on the screen of my computer on the same page and catch up with each minute of Facebook updates. Yes, i've become that lifeless. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I would look around my room, searching for inspiration, or any interest that might be interesting to do. But it's always the same thing; rubiks beside my desktop, books on the table beside me which I have read over and over again and the bed which seems intriguing. But neh, sleeping's not on my to do list. Oh wait, I don't have a to do list. -_-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Out of boredom, I've seem to learnt some fancy things too. :D With little effort, I now gained a set of new knowledge. That is, Morse Code. I know it's pretty useless to us, but hey, it's better than staring at the screen for hours, thinking of what to do... what to do. Morse is pretty easy to learn if you can get the hang of it. ;) The only hard part is the listening, which is the most important part in Morse.. Damn. But with this much time, maybe I COULD learn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;.. / ..-. .. -. .- .-.. .-.. -.-- / --. --- - / .- / -. . .-- / .--. --- ... -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There, an example. Guess what I just said? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-6192341627247562647?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/6192341627247562647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/10/days-after-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6192341627247562647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6192341627247562647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/10/days-after-exam.html' title='Days after exam...'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-7260769360276799677</id><published>2010-10-15T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I promised myself that I would write a post right after PMR, but a failed to do so. For some reasons, my mind turned blank on what to write about. Hmm.. Let's see. How should I start.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay! When everyone thought the end of PMR is equal to total freedom, reality is, it's worst than before PMR. Well at least for me it is. Days became even more hectic and tiring with too many activities and events. So in the end, I am still forced to go school even after PMR, almost everyday. And even plans to go out had been delayed over and over. I guess this is what happens when you and most of your friends are committees a club. You just have to be so &lt;i&gt;committed&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Those are the downsides, but then there are up sides too! For instance, I have no more worries about studies or exams, projects or folios, classes, no nothing at all. Anything to do with academic is over for me, at least until next year. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh yes, PMR. During the whole time PMR was going on, ironically, I didn't have the fear or worries I thought I definitely will have. Maybe it was because of the familiar faces I always see during any other normal exam. Everytime during the intervals between papers, I couldn't concentrate much on studying for the next paper. Instead, I just chill with my friends at McDonald's enjoying lunch. But honestly, the exam was fairly easy. Wasn't as challenging as the normal exams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Alright, before I end the post, I would like to share the opening of my team's blog, SyM's blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sym-dota.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sym-dota.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Have a look! It might not make much sense to non-DotA players, but feel free to wander around. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ad Victoriam! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &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/2838362150246568108-7260769360276799677?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/7260769360276799677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7260769360276799677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7260769360276799677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-7756483199363341173</id><published>2010-09-21T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Month of Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Finally the time has almost come, the time to face the very last exam for Form 3; &lt;i&gt;PMR&lt;/i&gt;. It's a hell exam that just makes your life miserable and stressed. An exam which basically proves nothing and which is just there as a bothersome load of crap. Even the ministry is planning to remove it. But for now, its still important so gotta take it seriously.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Before I eventually face it, there's still other minor exams to go through. This week, I have trials for the real thing, but then I barely studied for it. Got no mood for books. Today's the first day of the trials, and it was not that bad. Just did whatever I remembered. Hoping for the other papers to be easy as well. But I wouldn't mind if it's hard now, i'd rather let it be hard on trials, easy on the real thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Besides trial, there's the last exam for French -- Delf A1. This would be my final year of taking French as I do not wish to continue the subject next year. So that's when I decided, why not make something out of the three years of studying it? Even if I suck at it, i'll at least try to get the international certificate if I pass.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;No, I don't believe it's that useful; not unless i'm going to study in France. But then the cert. would be definately be a plus one and a great memory. Although, they held the exam like a week before PMR which makes life even more hectic and miserable. At least it's not after PMR. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday, we had the first part of the Delf A1, which was oral. You have to communicate with real French people and they'll mark you based on your fluency, understanding, etc. They lied when they say communicate with real French People. There was 2 markers. First was a chinese lady. Second was a French guy, whose a &lt;i&gt;Muslim&lt;/i&gt; who lives in&lt;i&gt; Malaysia&lt;/i&gt;. Because of the exam, we're excused if we do &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; enter the class the whole day. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;All in all, it went quite smoothly but I screwed up a bit on the numbers. Well at least it's over. Just have to concentrate on other exams now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Damn exams... &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-7756483199363341173?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/7756483199363341173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/09/month-of-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7756483199363341173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7756483199363341173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/09/month-of-exams.html' title='The Month of Exams'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-7253274561026045296</id><published>2010-09-09T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays Random Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Days had been really boring, recently. Nothing much had happened and exactly the reason why my blog's dead. Oh yeah and it's the holidays! Good that there's no school, but bad that it gets boring. So to keep this blog alive, imma blog about random things that happened so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, recently, the only activity I had was having badminton with my friends. Hell it was a fun day, but had body aches all over on my right side soon after. :P Haven't been doing any sports for some time now. Originally, there was 7 people going, but then in the end 3 abandoned us last minute. -_- It was quite expected anyways. It's always me and my 3 other same old friend. Oh well, at least now we know what to expect in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;After badminton, me and my friends walked back to my house and just chill. Planned to go to the CC nearby but then it's full and most of the computers are spoilt. Sucks. So we just spent our day at my house playing some games.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Well today, I attended a funeral of a distant relative. Not so close to him. So I wouldn't say i'm sad, nor am I happy. He's my grandfather's little brother. Around the age of 60? Not really sure. Passed away cause of lungs cancer. Yes, smoking.&lt;i&gt; Very&lt;/i&gt; bad thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ever seen a group of people walking by the roadside, with usually a van carrying the casket heading towards the cemetery? Sure you have! That is if you live in Malaysia, or specifically Penang. I had to walk that. First time. Lol. Kinda awkward and the heat kills you off like nothing. Especially when you walk with the 12p.m. afternoon sun shining down you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh yes. Good news to all DiGi users! Ever heard of 0.facebook.com? I hadn't too, until i was informed by my buddy Win Sern and it works for me. It's awehsome! Allows you to access Facebook anytime, anywhere, with no costs at all! Although, you don't get to view photos. But then you get to do almost everything possible on normal Facebook. Commenting and liking statuses, looking at requests, poking and yeah you get it. Just type 0.facebook.com in your phone internet browser and you're done!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;But if i'm not wrong, it doesn't apply to all mobile devices. Check it out yourself here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.facebook.com/blog.php?post=391295167130"&gt;http://blog.facebook.com/blog.php?post=391295167130&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;OR, ask Mr. Google. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;*Warning: Use at own risk! Some people claimed that they have been charged using it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;But I didn't. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-7253274561026045296?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/7253274561026045296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/09/holidays-random-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7253274561026045296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7253274561026045296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/09/holidays-random-updates.html' title='Holidays Random Updates'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-7989647086202391890</id><published>2010-08-14T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishy Came Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/FishyAlive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The Fishy came back alive. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-7989647086202391890?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/7989647086202391890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/08/fishy-came-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7989647086202391890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7989647086202391890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/08/fishy-came-alive.html' title='Fishy Came Alive'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-7709751571103428643</id><published>2010-08-14T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaolin Wushu AGM ‘10</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here comes the time of the year again, where new committees will be be selected. For the past 3 years i’ve been in this unit, all the committee had always been the form 4’s and usually the form 6’s. But this year, there had been a major change. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, almost all the new committees this year was from my year. So far throughout the history of this unit, no form 3 or lower held any post higher than Form Representative and Board Manager. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As usual, committees will be selected democratically by nomination and votes. For president, my ex-vice president nominated me. Surprisingly, our teacher advisor allowed it even though he was always strict about prioritizing form 6 or form 4. And to my surprise, I got the position as the president. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I DO have wish to get that position, but I never thought it would be this year. lol. It was somewhat very unexpected.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After the election session, next event on the agenda was a speech from the new president. And i’m like wtf. I’m not prepared for speech! So eventually, I kinda screw up a lil on the speech. There goes first impression. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But what passed, had passed. I’ll look ahead, be the best, and make this unit proud! Rawr. :P &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-7709751571103428643?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/7709751571103428643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/08/shaolin-wushu-agm-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7709751571103428643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7709751571103428643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/08/shaolin-wushu-agm-10.html' title='Shaolin Wushu AGM ‘10'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-7468342942502923039</id><published>2010-08-12T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wawasan Open University PMR Seminar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Time just flies doesn’t it? Before you know it, we’ve already gone through more than half of 2010. For a student, this would mean exams are closing in. As for me, the big exam’s just ahead – &lt;em&gt;PMR. &lt;/em&gt;This is seriously a killer. Too many things have to be delayed to make room for studies.&amp;#160; But hey, i’m still enjoying life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, last Sunday, there was a PMR seminar on Wawasan Open University. Wasn’t planning to go at first, but thought i’d go for it anyways, since a few of my friends are going. My first time there too. :D The environment there was awesome, just that it’s a reaally cold place to be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Meet up with my friends, Kevin and Wee Liam there and went for registration. There were loads of people there. Some which were familiar but didn’t know them. Probably heard of them before or saw them in Facebook or something. :P Oh and I saw many unexpected people there too! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, the seminar mainly tells you tips and tricks in answering PMR papers and also teaches you a variety of techniques to remember facts easily. What they’re emphasizing on the seminar was Mind Mapping. Or what they like to call it, &lt;em&gt;Visual Mapping&lt;/em&gt;. Basically it’s the same thing, but made simpler. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well here’s an example.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TGQX3GD27II/AAAAAAAAADQ/p6g9eKEXyH0/s1600-h/38598_1562439983414_1307774680_31560605_3556938_n%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="38598_1562439983414_1307774680_31560605_3556938_n" border="0" alt="38598_1562439983414_1307774680_31560605_3556938_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TGQX3_5jpTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Jyz7ZG2T3VM/38598_1562439983414_1307774680_31560605_3556938_n_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="377" height="520" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Well this might look kinda crappy, but it’s a winner. ;D Got 4 posters for it. Basically, less word = less brain memory space consumption. And acronyms are there to strengthen memory. Before I attended this seminar, I’ve already utilized this method before. Except, it was a mixture of acronym and acrostic which I didn’t knew until they speaker there told me. :P &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Acrostics? You could say they are &lt;strong&gt;important initials &lt;/strong&gt;of facts changed to &lt;strong&gt;sarcastic sentences&lt;/strong&gt;. The weirder and more outstanding they are, the better. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;The seminar wasn’t that bad. Get to learn a thing or two before facing the exam. Sadly it was on a Sunday, which meant no rest for the entire week for me. And the seminar was from morning ‘till the evening. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-7468342942502923039?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/7468342942502923039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/08/wawasan-open-university-pmr-seminar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7468342942502923039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7468342942502923039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/08/wawasan-open-university-pmr-seminar.html' title='Wawasan Open University PMR Seminar'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/TGQX3_5jpTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Jyz7ZG2T3VM/s72-c/38598_1562439983414_1307774680_31560605_3556938_n_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-940444325313742077</id><published>2010-07-29T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaolin Wushu Team Building ‘10</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last Saturday, my Uniform Body held a Team Building event meant to strengthen bonds among the members and to welcome Form 1 and Lower 6 members. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As one of the organizer of the event, I reached school earlier than the others to help set up the games and to do final check-up. We planned to start the event at 9.30a.m., but informed everyone to reach at 9a.m. as we Malaysians, have our own special rubbery time. But to our surprise, almost everyone was unexpectedly punctual. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The event started almost immediately after everyone gathered at the school pavilion. I was a GameMaster of one of the station games, but I left my station to go take some pics. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;First session, Ice Breaking! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01433c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01415c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01413c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Basically, everyone is gathered in a circle and divided into several groups. Then they have to introduce themselves and they are asked who is who again later on. Group must also strike a pos and others must repeat the pos done by groups. Simple activity, yet effective. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Later on they moved on to station games. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The station games we planned were slightly special. The whole thing itself is a treasure hunt, but certain treasures, you’ll need to complete a task from a gamemaster to earn the treasure. There were a total of 3 different stations. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;First one was my friend’s station. The game we organized was called “Mine Field”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The game goes like this. 1 guy from a team will be blindfolded. The others will guide that person to walk through a lane full of “mines” without touching them to get the treasure, and walk back again safely. Knock the mines once and you have to restart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01439c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It may sound simple and easy but it’s not! It’s harder than it looks. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01442c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;First team to reach this station and the boy who attempted to cross the field of death. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01445c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here’s the guider to guide the blindfolded. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01477c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As the game progresses, it got harder. Not because anything changed, it’s because the gamemasters and the president decided to cheat and distract them. lol &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01474c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Guiders shouted even louder when we’re distracting the blindfolded, making the whole place really loud and fun. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;THEN they came to my station and face the worst possible challenge. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EATING RAW VEGGIE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There were 2 carrots, half a bitter gourd,&amp;#160; 5 long beans and a celery. Oh and a juice! The delicious and healthy ones with Orange, Carrots and &lt;em&gt;Bitter Gourd&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Their reaction?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01513c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;“Bluekk juice??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01506c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;“Wtf long beans.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01454c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Everyone snatched the carrots first.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01450c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;This guy ate the celery with not much of a reaction. I’d die eating that. Hate celeries. :x&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;There were 3 guys there who were awhsome in this challenge. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;First dude is my vice president.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01457c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Look. He literally took 5 long beans and stuffed them in his mouth chunk by chunk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Second dude.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;A form 4 guy who was never active before. Was a surprise to see him here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;He ate the veggie like he eats it for breakfast every morning. Look at him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01448c.jpg" /&gt; He just took the carrots and munch them off with no discomforts. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01453c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;When he’s done with the carrots, he just took a celery and finish it off in no time. And yes, he did ate raw bitter gourds later on. This team was the fastest to finish the food.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;The third guy is a new lower 6 member. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;In exchange to save his team from eating anymore veggie, he drank 2 cups of that juice. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01522c.jpg" /&gt; The form 1 guy decided to be a hero and help finish the 2nd cup. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01523c.jpg" /&gt; 1 sip and he spat it out and gave up. lol The lower 6 guy finished the other cup in the end. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Forgot to mention, we gave some chocolates too in that veggie plate. Just to make them feel happier and something to destroy the taste after they’re done. But some boys thought differently and used them &lt;em&gt;together &lt;/em&gt;with the vegetables. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01532c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ew?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;There are no pictures for the third station as it was just too far away from me. Lazy wanna walk till there. The game there was charades by the way. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;After everything’s done, prize is given to the winner and drinks were given out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;All in all, it was a nice day. Everything went smoothly and ended right on time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-940444325313742077?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/940444325313742077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/07/shaolin-wushu-team-building-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/940444325313742077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/940444325313742077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/07/shaolin-wushu-team-building-10.html' title='Shaolin Wushu Team Building ‘10'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/th_DSC01433c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-1836978394658227423</id><published>2010-07-17T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17th July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today I was practically busy for the entire day! As early as 7 in the morning, I had a gathering with my Uniform Body’s seniors and had breakfast with them. We just had Dim Sum opposite of Sunshine Farlim and got free attendance mark just like that. :D &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the afternoon… I was free for most of the time until in the evening, where I had to attend a Combined Dinner Organized by the Computer Club, Interact Club and Board of Co-curriculum Prefects. As I mentioned in my previous post before, we cleaned up the entire hall just for this event. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To my surprise, I never expected it to be that grand. Though there wasn’t many people, but they all really put in effort to make it a success. Sadly, I didn’t stay till the end, though part of me wanted to. Went for Bon Odori after eating dinner with my friends since they say they are going and could fetch me. Still feel bad for my president. Sorry Chung Wah. :x &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Because of Wee Liam’s eagerness to go Bon Odori instead, we left the dinner super early. Only an event passed; Eating. –_- And what did I get to do at Bon Odori? Wasted my time doing nothing. More and more, I regret going, knowing that this would probably be the first and last dinner they will organize.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And Bon Odori… I would say it wasn’t that fun. What I did there for the rest of the 3 hours was, standing, walking, standing, Haunted House, more walking and more standing. Oh and Fireworks. That’s it.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-1836978394658227423?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/1836978394658227423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/07/17th-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/1836978394658227423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/1836978394658227423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/07/17th-july-2010.html' title='17th July 2010'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-2582859306531580555</id><published>2010-07-15T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Month Ahead…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today marks the day of the starting of a very busy month ahead. Will be having many events. Actually I think it started like this week cause I had to stay back for meetings every single day except Tuesday. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And after that.. Maybe i’ll have free time. Not. PMR Trials just ahead after that. Have to start studying for it after everything’s done. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, let’s talk about today. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Originally my plan was to stay back to play football with my friends as it had been some time since we stayed back for it. But then my Computer Club president said that we’re in charge of cleaning up the hall for the upcoming dinner. So I pretty much spent my whole afternoon cleaning up that super dirty hall. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Even worse, the exam for I don’t know what just ended, and all the tables and chair were arranged throughout the hall. Had to keep all of it. Was the most tiring job as each table weighs a ton. :x&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;During cleaning, I helped out some more in sweeping and left mopping to the rest. And the floor, was so much dirtier than I ever expected. Washing the mop 3 times already made the water completely brown and muddy. It’s opaque, you can’t even see through it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Finished at 4.30p.m., and spent half and hour playing football as planned. We played in the quadrangle instead of the usual field, and used an arched metal pole as the goal. Being the keeper is an impossible job as the pole on top stretches impossibly high. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/impossiblegoal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-2582859306531580555?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/2582859306531580555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/07/busy-month-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/2582859306531580555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/2582859306531580555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/07/busy-month-ahead.html' title='Busy Month Ahead…'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-6226153334695934622</id><published>2010-07-14T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Green!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Recently I found some photos that I took when I went to a Green Campaign at AutoCity last month. Originally wanted to post about it but I think I kinda forgot. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01338c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We only went there as my dad was one of the instructor for a certain section in the campaign. Went there in the afternoon hours before the event started as my mum wanted to walk around AutoCity. It was a huge place with many stores, mostly restaurants. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As soon as the event started, the whole place seemed to packed up with hundreds of people. Before night falls, they had an event which volunteers make mud balls to throw into the river. For those who doesn’t know what’s the point, it basically cleans up the river from polluted chemicals and bacteria. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01314c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Volunteers rolling up the mud balls.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01312c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Must be pretty fun to get your hands muddy? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/FramingDSC01313c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Placed into egg cartons once their done. Another way of reusing otherwise-disposed item. Thumbs up! ;D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;When they’re all done,&amp;#160; they threw their mud balls in different parts of the river. I wasn’t there when that happened, so no pic. Forgot what I was doing then. –_- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;They had enzyme-making in another station. That’s the place we sat almost the whole night, as it was just beside my dad’s station. One of the instructor in charged there was a super chatterbox. Can’t stop talking to us at all even for a few minutes.&amp;#160; He was then amazed by my rubiks skills. lol. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01323c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;They had many basket of kitchen waste for volunteers to try.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01324c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm.. Let’s see. There are mango skins, pineapple skins, apple(?) and some other crap you don’t wanna know… Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01318c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;A volunteer making the enzyme.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01319c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The volunteer opening the few-weeks old enzyme. I ran before he opened it, knowing how it smelled the first time I smelled it during my geography assignment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;H O R R I B L E :x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;My dad’s station was about composing. Not exactly the normal composing you know of. Like burying crap in your lawn and turn it to nutritious crap plants love. It was basically the same, just that it was placed in a machine instead of your lawn. It’s more for industrial use as to reduce the amount of garbage produced in cafes. Though my dad says they will make one for housing use in the future. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;All you need to make nutritious soil is…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01335c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kitchen Waste! And…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01336c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Specially formulated enzyme to increase bacteria activity on the waste to uber speed up the conversion process. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01334c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mix mix mix…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;(24 hours later)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01332c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tadaa! They’ve gone through the life cycle and turned back to soil. Rich in minerals in fact. During the process, they give off an annoyingly sour smell which seriously irritates me. Though it’s not some rotten garbage smell, I just don’t like it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Basically, it takes about 30 days for this process to occur. With the action of the enzyme and grinding of the machine, the process literally sped up by 3000%. Amazing isn’t it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;During the campaign, our Penang Chief Minister, Lim Guan Eng came to support the campaign. Promising to arrive at 10.00p.m., he arrived at 11.30p.m. –_- What kind of example are you showing your citizens… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Because of the delay, a famous singer (I don’t know who) from Malaysia had to continue to sing to fill in the rest of the one and a half hour. Pity that guy…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01326c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This was as close as I can get. Too many people crowding the front and I have no interest at all to get stuck in the crowd.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;I wanted to take a picture of Lim Guan Eng but everytime I tried to, some fellow’s head just HAVE to get in the way. I gave up in the end. Oh yeah, Lim Guan Eng signed on the banner in my dad’s station. :P &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/DSC01330c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Close enough? :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;I even saw people posing with the signature to take picture. lol. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-6226153334695934622?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/6226153334695934622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/07/go-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6226153334695934622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6226153334695934622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/07/go-green.html' title='Go Green!'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/July Posts/th_DSC01338c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-5422278168113689300</id><published>2010-06-24T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights Camera Action!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Last Monday which was on the 21st of June, I had a video shoot with 2 of my friends, Win Sern and Max for our Projet de français. Without learning french, i’m sure you’d understand what I just wrote. :P This was probably my first video shoot as well. Can’t recall if I did any before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The assignment was actually given about a month before, but we didn’t really bother about it that time because of exam. And during the holidays, we didn’t bother about it as well because of our laziness. Finally, we decided to do it a day before the deadline. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Went straight to Win Sern’s house right after school and started planning after lunch. We planned to finish everything due 6, but planning alone took ‘till 5pm. So it was almost impossible. Especially during acting. We can’t seem to get a hold of ourselves and kept laughing at the sight of each other. Eye contact literally became our number one enemy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Laughing wasn’t the only problem, memorizing the script became part of it as well. And if memorizing an English script was hard for you, wait till you try &lt;i&gt;French&lt;/i&gt;. It’s a killer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;After several attempts, we finally succeeded in recording our first and last successful play. It took another 2 whole hour just attempting to record a 4 minute play. You can imagine how many tries it took. And just by looking at the attempts back, I could actually still laugh. Our hilarious attempts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid770.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fxx343%2FbenjaminL95%2FJune%2520Posts%2FFrenchRolePlayBloopers.mp4" height="311" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="550" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This is the compilation of some of our bloopers. Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Credits to Win Sern for compiling the video.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-5422278168113689300?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/5422278168113689300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/06/lights-camera-action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/5422278168113689300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/5422278168113689300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/06/lights-camera-action.html' title='Lights Camera Action!'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-1733787940844793249</id><published>2010-06-19T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:38:59.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misfortune</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;First of all, I wanna wish all fathers, including mine, Happy Father’s Day! It’s suppose to be tomorrow but now’s already 3.30 in the morning, so yeah. :P &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today, my relatives had a gathering at their house all the way in the mainland. We usually have celebrations there as their house’s mighty big and the lawn’s just one word – &lt;em&gt;Gigantic! &lt;/em&gt;This gathering was held to celebrate father’s day and they decided to have a barbeque there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Didn’t eat much there, and spent most of my time lying in the couch watching the World Cup match between Ghana and Australia. There was nothing better to do there, besides looking at their 4 months old Rottweiler whose name is Ah May. lol. And now, I know a cat, a dog and a human with that name. :P &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After my mother had a long talk with my aunts, we finally decided to go back at about 2a.m. Well you may be wondering what does this gathering has to do with the title, but the tragedy did not happen during the gathering, it was &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On our way back, while zooming through the Penang Bridge, our car’s engine suddenly started to malfunction. We had to stop the car at the emergency stopping area, and hope for the best that the engine would not die on us. Unfortunately, it failed us. So there we are. Stuck in the middle of the Penang Bridge at 2 in the morning. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our first option was obviously trying to restart the engine. After several attempts and several frustrating failures, my dad decided to call for assistant from Proton since we still had our warranty on. All they had to do was get our car plate number, but they said they could not verify which company our car’s insurance belong to. Misfortune strikes again when my parents did not know which it belongs to, since my grandfather was the one doing the registration. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So we decided to call our grandfather. And what do you know? He’s dead drunk and couldn’t even answer properly. So we decided to call my grandparent’s friend whose in charge of the insurance, and misfortune strikes yet again. He’s out of country. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Left with no other options, we had to call the &lt;em&gt;Penang Bridge Ronda &lt;/em&gt;and toll our car to a nearby petrol station and asked my uncle to fetch us home. And by that time, it was already passed 3.30 which is now. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suppose i’m going to sleep now. Nights people!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-1733787940844793249?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/1733787940844793249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/06/misfortune.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/1733787940844793249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/1733787940844793249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/06/misfortune.html' title='Misfortune'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-7295545486092927402</id><published>2010-06-06T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey of Leo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Now, i’m gonna write about Leo! As I said before, my mum turned into cat lover after about a month being with Tiger. So did my dad. They suddenly decided to get another kitty as a companion for Tiger since they’ve been complaining how lonely tiger would be when we all go out. Unfortunately, Tiger can’t be brought out. She’s a scardy cat. lol. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Leo was already about 2 weeks old when we decided to get a new cat. His owner was my father’s friend, who runs a barber shop. He also breed cats for sale in his house. (I’ve mentioned this before in my older posts, but just mentioning it again for those who didn’t read before.) It’s full of cats there! :D &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Leo was just the size of my palm when I first saw him. He’s the odd one out of the family; in terms of colour. He has a light brown fur coat whilst his other siblings are all pure white! Even his mother and father are white. So we decided to take him in to join our family, and named him Leo. Which means “To Protect” in some language I forgot. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After two months, he was old and strong enough to wander out, so that was the time we brought him to his new home. Before that, he went to my mum’s office. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC01051c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He slept there like a little baby after wandering around. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And finally, after my mum finishes work, he was brought to his new home! There, he meet Tiger. We were all eager to see their reaction when they met each other, and the most unexpected thing happened. Tiger hissed at Leo. Tiger wasn’t friendly at all to his arrival. Maybe she was just afraid of him or just couldn’t accept him yet. Everytime they meet, Tiger would attack him, and they would just fight. Ironically, Leo just likes to disturb Tiger, knowing that she’ll attack him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC01054c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Leo sleeping soundly in the couch during his first day in our house, while Tiger went and emo in my mum’s room. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Because they just couldn’t mix together, we had to lock Leo up in his cage for a month untill he was old enough to eventually fight back whenever Tiger attacks him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The only time Leo could go out from his cage when we’re around. We could bring him into our room, separated from Tiger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC01081c.jpg" /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC01083c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC01084c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He’s trying to solve the rubiks. lol. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After about 2 weeks, we would let him out from time to time to see how’s the condition between him and Tiger. As time goes by, they became better with each other, though they still fight from time to time. Guess that’s what you call mini &lt;em&gt;cat fights&lt;/em&gt;? :P &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After a month, Leo had enough &lt;em&gt;“meat”&lt;/em&gt; in him to play with Tiger all he want. So he was no longer in the cage. He could practically sleep anywhere he likes, without Tiger attacking him, or him disturbing Tiger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC01197c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC01306c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC01194c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Leo decided to be a caterpillar and crawl on the boxes. lol. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/Photo0201c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Leo’s just being adorable in this pic. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After some time, they would rarely even fight now. They’ve become rather friendly with each other. They would sleep side by side, chase each other around and just playing the same toy together. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC01272c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They’re sleeping on the same pillow. :D Though Leo’s awake already. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC01289c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;They’d even strike the same pos together. lol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, they would even lick each other. :D It’s seriously adorable when they do that. Usually Leo would be the one licking Tiger, but sometimes it could also be the other way around. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC01293c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cute huh?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There was also a time where both of them were so naughty, it actually got on my mum’s nerves. As a result, they were both locked in Leo’s cage. lol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC01263c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; And now, they’re as friendly as ever. :)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-7295545486092927402?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/7295545486092927402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/06/journey-of-leo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7295545486092927402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7295545486092927402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/06/journey-of-leo.html' title='Journey of Leo'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/th_DSC01051c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-4577641843309334750</id><published>2010-06-02T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey of Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today, i’m going to write about my cat, Tiger! Tiger has been with my family since February during Chinese New Year. A few days before Chinese New Year which is on the 10th of February, a somewhat random event happen. Which is the first arrival of Tiger to our house. She somehow made it through all the stairs and ended up wandering around our house. At that time, she was just a small lil kitty. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00687c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At that time, my mum doesn’t like cats, or to be exact she doesn’t really like any animal around house. So, we had to shoo her out. We fed her some food outside and after she was done eating, she just stayed outside. Didn’t go anywhere. Me and my sister just went outside to look at her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00682c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Look at her. At that time, she was just so tiny and skinny! All bones. She was around 2 months old that time, which means she’s a late december baby! :D &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After it was late, we had to leave her outside. It was a cold night, so we just left some rugged cloth and some water outside in case she ever needs it. :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The next day, she was still there around our house! Wandering aimlessly. Since we were free, we decided to play with her. We just get some random toys and let her play with it. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Next day, which is on the 12th of February, she literally went missing. Didn’t see her at all. So we thought this might probably be the last time we see that kitten. But the next day, we saw her near the car park, and my sister decided to carry her up to our house. When my mum went in to have a bath, my dad closed her door and took Tiger in and secretly gave her a bath. lol. At that time, my dad had most probably thought of keeping her, as he went as far as buying 2 cans of cat food. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00729c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is lil Tiger after bathing. All fluffy and clean. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00748c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She went and play with my sister’s slippers after that. lol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00746c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She jumped around here and there after playing with the slippers. This pic may look fierce but she’s actually just &lt;em&gt;meow&lt;/em&gt;-ing. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00743c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then she became all cuddly and cuddle my hands. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00750c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00757c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After playing, she became tired and she climbed up on me and went to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00761c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Then she woke up with a blurry face. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She stayed with us on that day for the whole day. And when it was time for us to go out for the Chinese New Year Reunion, we kept her in our balcony, providing cloth and water. It was officially New Year! After 12.00am that is. We returned from my cousin’s house at about 2 or 3 in the morning and on the way back, we chose names for her. In the end, we all agreed on Tiger. Well cause it was the year of the Tiger! And she looks like a little tiger cup. :P So with the name given, we were officially keeping Tiger. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A few days later, we decided to buy a cat house for her. We also bought a toy for her to play with. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00813c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;This is the mouse toy that she was actually afraid to play with at first.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00814c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;We placed the blanket she had always been using inside her house so that it’ll be more soft and comfy. :P &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;At first, Tiger wasn’t allowed to even leave the balcony. Cause my mum didn’t allowed that. Soon, she was free to wander around the house, but not to the couch or kitchen. As time goes by, she’s even allowed to sleep on the couch, moreover, she was encouraged to. lol. She had practically became like my mum’s own daughter. My mum changed from a cat hater, to a cat lover. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00854c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Last time, she could always sleep when people’s hugging her. But now not anymore, though she still comes and cuddle you. And she could practically sleep anywhere in the house.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00859c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;She would usually sleep under the blanket we gave her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00884c.jpg" /&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;She could even sleep below it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00874c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Then she’d just lie down and sleep on the couch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00858c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;For some reason she can even sleep on newspaper.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00967c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;And then she can cuddle herself in a blanket like a human. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC01242c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;She’s sleeping while hugging the toy my mum bought for her. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;After a month since she first became our pet, we bought her a collar. It was a silver collar with “TIGER” attached to it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC00943c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is the first time Tiger wore her collar. Wasn’t really used to it at first, but she got used to it in no time. In fact, it had become her something-to-bite on when her teeth gets itchy to bite. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You should notice now, that her size had really shoot up over the past month. Comparing to the size she first came, she’s now several times bigger! Fluffier, cleaner and has a nicer and smoother fur coat. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/DSC01282c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This would be 3 months since she came our house which is on the month of May. Look at her now. A lot bigger than before, ain’t she? ;] &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-4577641843309334750?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/4577641843309334750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/06/journey-of-tiger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/4577641843309334750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/4577641843309334750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/06/journey-of-tiger.html' title='Journey of Tiger'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/June Posts/th_DSC00687c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-666143175453185090</id><published>2010-05-12T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trembling day at the Cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I shall now continue my post on mother's day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This time, my family went out with my father's side of relative. It was on the real day, which was on 8th of May. Our numbers aren't really big though; just grandparents and my uncle &amp;amp; aunt. We all decided to have lunch at a Chinese restaurant in Gurney called&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Xuan Xin. &lt;/i&gt;The business there was awesome. Groups and groups of people were waiting outside for a table to get unoccupied.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After about 10 minutes, we finally got in. Luckily we ordered food beforehand. So as we went in, the food was already served almost immediately. As we were eating, there was a sudden tremble, and the whole placed shook, though not so violently. But it was enough to make everyone in the restaurant stood up. Some left the restaurant immediately after paying, while some of us continue eating without a care. Like my family. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Soon found out that the earthquake was from all the way down at Sumatra with a magnitude scale of 7.4. Was actually quite serious, but luckily it didn't reach above a scale of 8. A scale of below 7.5, and here all the way up in Malaysia, we could already experience the aftershock that shook buildings. Wonder how is it like at the center of the earthquake. :O&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Moving on, we left the restaurant after eating and went up to the cinema. My parents and relatives all insisted to watch Ip Man 2, which was an 18+ movie. I was like, how the heck am I gonna get in? My relatives all wanna sneak me in, saying we'll rush in in groups. Hoping for all to go well, it failed miserably at the very start. Luck wasn't on our side, as the cinema where the movie was at was directly straight from the entrance. They eventually saw us, but we continued walking and went in, ignoring them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When they came in and checked, luckily I wasn't at my seat. So they went off after awhile. When the guard was gone, only then I was back. And when I was back, a second guard walked by and checked, but for some reason missed me. lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Halfway through the movie, my body failed me and demanded to go to the toilet. Unfortunately, I can't sneak out again. As I said, the room I was at was directly in front of the entrance, where almost all the guards are at. So going out was a suicide mission. Just when everything seemed doomed, I found a door at the very back of the cinema. It was kinda hidden, and it leads to the second floor. There, I saw another guard, though he didn't see me coming out from that door, and he smiled at me. lol I smiled at him back and asked for directions. After that, went back through the hidden door when no one's around, and snuck in back to my seat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No one seemed to find out. Who would've thought i'd be that sneaky? lol&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-666143175453185090?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/666143175453185090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/05/trembling-day-at-cinema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/666143175453185090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/666143175453185090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/05/trembling-day-at-cinema.html' title='A Trembling day at the Cinema'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-6062456414266657966</id><published>2010-05-09T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day! ;]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As the title says, I shall be writing about mother's day! It was celebrated on 9th of May, as everyone know, but my family celebrated a day earlier as my relatives all decided to have a reunion on that day. They decided to go all the way to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tambun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; to have dinner. It was pretty far away and took about 45 minutes to reach from my place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We were the first person to arrive there when we thought we were late. They all agreed to meet at 6.30p.m. but turns up they came at 7p.m.+. -_- That place's actually kinda famous! Almost all the tables were reserved. Sarcastically, the place was full of flies. Like Seriously. Take a look at this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01253c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;THIS much flies were captured in under 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01257c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They decided to close it up after another 10 minutes. Look at it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01258c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My cousin decided to be a disgusting person and open it up. Voila. Squashed Flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Shall continue writing about Sunday when i'm free. Getting kinda late, and i'm a lil sleepy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That's all for now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-6062456414266657966?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/6062456414266657966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mother-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6062456414266657966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6062456414266657966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mother-day.html' title='Happy Mother&amp;#39;s Day! ;]'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-2600971626720423431</id><published>2010-04-22T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lover Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Last Saturday which was 17th of April was my buddy, Wee Liam's birthday. Lucky for him that his birthday falls on a saturday. I wouldn't get that chance for years to come.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;First off! Woke up early in the morning and went Max's house to fetch him and Yuven. My mum decided to take us 3 to a cafe where she usually goes with her friends. We decided to order very few food only as we're having lunch with Wee Liam afterwards. But ended up that small portion of food stuffed us up. Luckily didn't order more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When we were searching for Win Sern, Boon Leong and Wee Liam at Gurney, coincidentally we saw Angeline near Toys&amp;nbsp;Я&amp;nbsp;Us. She said something 'bout Wee's birthday and off we go, to MPH to meet up with them. Nothin interesting seemed to happened for some time until we went up to the cinemas, and met Angeline again lol. Played some games at the arcade while waiting for Kevin and Bhavesh to come.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs386.snc3/23584_388550882139_581267139_3795778_6977126_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs386.snc3/23584_388550882139_581267139_3795778_6977126_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They played Daytona while I took this opportunity to use Sern's DSLR. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We decided to get ourselves a ball as well. Planned to pick a nice, cheap ball and shared it with Win Sern. In the end, we got ourselves RM75 worth of Nike brand football. Wouldn't consider that cheap at all, but hell yeah it looked awesome. Couldn't help it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs426.ash1/23584_388550897139_581267139_3795781_2646984_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs426.ash1/23584_388550897139_581267139_3795781_2646984_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dis' ourh awehsome ball. Looks Techno doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs386.snc3/23584_388550892139_581267139_3795780_8274903_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs386.snc3/23584_388550892139_581267139_3795780_8274903_n.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;While we were busy admiring the ball, Wee went 30 meters away from us and started getting busy with his private calls. :P So busy, he didn't notice we were taking picture of him. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Off we go, to Seoul Garden, after everyone met up. Had lunch there, and all we ordered was a plate of pork and 2 plates of chicken. Though the number may be small, but the food tastes great. And it was on Wee, so we didn't order much. Took a group photo after eating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs426.ash1/23584_388550927139_581267139_3795787_157002_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs426.ash1/23584_388550927139_581267139_3795787_157002_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wee Liam's mum fetch us to Flamingo afterwards. We practically spent the whole day there. And night of course. Got him a Cheese Cake from Coffee Beans for his birthday gift. After diggin' in to the cake, we went straight to the beach! Just to suffer extremely hot sand burning our legs. So hot, you probably would've blister your entire sole if you stand there for more than a minute. So we played at the cooler side of the beach, which was the nearer to the sea, while risking our new ball dozing off to the endless ocean. While on the beach, I actually attempted to kick the ball in midair, and Wee's hand suddenly rushed in. So I kicked his hands instead lol. A ring he wore flew away, getting me a damn cut. And the ring? It was never seen again. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For dinner, me, Max, Yuven, Wee Liam and Boon Leong went Celina's house. It was just a stone's throw away. Like seriously. As close as the lawn's connected to Flamingo's fence. Had a hell of a laughter there looking at Yuven. Awkward silence alone killed us. Laughed so much, that laughing alone filled my stomach. And Celina's mum was there to spicen things up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Played all sorts of games throughout the night, and finally slept at 3. Wonder why I always end up sleeping beside my gay friend. lol &amp;nbsp;Guess it was better than the other room, which Yuven complained he couldn't sleep because of that buzz every 5 minutes from Wee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Moving on to the next day. I woke up that day at about 8 in the morning. Only had 5 hours of sleep. And Win Sern at 6.30. Crazy fellow. By the time I woke up, most of my friends were already awake gaming away. After we washed up, me and Sern decided to go to the beach and have a walk. We skipped any skip-able rock on the way. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs426.ash1/23584_389465817139_581267139_3816701_2032477_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs426.ash1/23584_389465817139_581267139_3816701_2032477_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Skip Skip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And during our walk, we saw a dead crabby on the ground. And decided to make a tomb for it lol. Coincidentally Sern found an interesting looking rock that shaped like a tombstone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs366.snc3/23584_389465802139_581267139_3816698_7128878_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs366.snc3/23584_389465802139_581267139_3816698_7128878_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;First it was this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs386.snc3/23584_389465812139_581267139_3816700_1567650_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs386.snc3/23584_389465812139_581267139_3816700_1567650_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then it was this. R.I.P. Decorations were added to make it look more interesting. lol And a DSLR in the hands of a photographer, &lt;i&gt;snap!&lt;/i&gt; A pro pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Went Gurney again after we checked out from Flamingo for lunch. Had A&amp;amp;W and went back about an hour later. A tiring weekend, but it was all worth it. Had loads of fun. ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-2600971626720423431?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/2600971626720423431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-lover-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/2600971626720423431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/2600971626720423431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-lover-boy.html' title='Happy Birthday Lover Boy'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-8025269876046899648</id><published>2010-04-09T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Sum Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Recently I found many pictures which I didn't bother writing about since those were quite insignificant. But I thought I could just sum up all those lil' events into a post. And that's what i'm gonna do! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pancakes anybody? ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was a Sunday if I recalled correctly. Went all the way up to Queensbay just to have lunch. Amazing ain't it? Mum wanted to eat the pancakes at Paddington House of Pancakes. We used to go there for a few times before last year, but not anymore for some reasons. So we decided to eat there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01063c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01063c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is one of the famous dish, called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Treasure Box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The pancakes in this dish is small in size, and shaped like coins. That's where they get their name I guess lol. There are many berries in there as you can see, raisins, nuts and the chilling vanilla ice cream on top with strawberry syrup. Simply awesome. Notice the ice cream's wearing 3 pancakes as a hat lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01064c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01064c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is a.. umm.. HamPancakes? :P It's shaped like a burger, but has pancakes as its bun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01065c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01065c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well this is not exactly pancakes, but they do sell spaghetti too. Looks plain, but it's actually quite nice. The noodles are like the chinese crunchy noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Shark Fin Soup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I guess this must be pretty plain as most of us chinese had probably eaten this dish hundreds of time. Almost every single time when we go out for a formal dinner, no? But this one's ain't the normal one; this one's the real deal. Original Shark Fin. Not phoney. This small bowl already costs like 20 bucks. And there's really a difference that you can make out compared to the others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01119c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01119c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The soup's so full and packed. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A business as good as scamming -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This recently just happened today, right after school and after my dentist appointment. My mum decided to buy some &lt;i&gt;Char Koay Teow&lt;/i&gt; for my grandparents as we're heading to their house for awhile. And guess what? One plate was RM6.50. Look at the size of the thing. Don't think the prawn's big cause it's not. The size of the mee's making it look big.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01101c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01101c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Compare it to the teacup beside. You all know how small a teacup is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pudding! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This pudding was homemade by my sister. She made extras as well but that finished fast, so we dig into this pretty quickly. :P It's mango flavoured and pretty delicious. Addictive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01080c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01080c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ever wondered how it got that shape? Well my sis poured the whole mixture into a cake bowl. So you can imagine how big that pudding was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-8025269876046899648?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/8025269876046899648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-sum-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8025269876046899648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8025269876046899648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-sum-up.html' title='Food Sum Up!'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-3835626035425081169</id><published>2010-04-03T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWR - Leo the Kitten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is suppose to be the continuation of the later post. It was so interesting, I thought it deserved a new post to itself. So here it is. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Right after I finished my &lt;i&gt;Kerja Khusus&lt;/i&gt;, my dad fetched me and decided to go fetch my new kitty, Leo. Yes, my dad decide to get another kitty to accompany our Tiger. He's a Persian cat. My dad has a friend who's a barber and also breed cats as a job, and also as a hobby. As you know, i've wrote about him in my previous post, and also took many pictures there. That's where i've seen all the interesting cats, and that playful cat, Ah May. :P Oh and I just heard from the uncle that Ah May is now pregnant. Lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay enough 'bout that, we'll continue on with Leo. He's about 1 month now, so he's strong enough to leave his cage and into his new home! Just look at that adorable lil furball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01048c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Look at that small lil thing! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01054c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He's sleeping soundly, and he's not as active as Tiger is. YET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01052c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And he's awake! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Here's the interesting part. When we brought Leo home, we were all excited to see Tiger's reaction to her new buddy kitten. When they met, Tiger smelled her &amp;nbsp;vigorously all over his face. And Leo... well, he was just sitting there emotionlessly while getting smelled. -_- Tiger soon made a hiss that we've never heard before! It's not a meow, it's not a purr. It sounded like &lt;i&gt;Shaahhhh! &lt;/i&gt;It was the first time we all heard her make that sound! Never knew cats could do that. She went aggressive after that, so we put Leo in his cage. Tiger didn't even want to go near him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tiger ran to my mum's cupboard. Hid there. And went emo. lol She was soo friggin emo! Didn't wanna come out, just wanna sit there in the darkness alone. We have absolutely no idea what the heck happened to her. Maybe she's jealous. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After like an hour or so, she finally came out, and returned to normal. She didn't mind about Leo anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Come onn, Tiger! Be nice to your new buddy. I'm sure you kitties will mix well. I hope..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-3835626035425081169?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/3835626035425081169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/04/rawr-leo-kitten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3835626035425081169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3835626035425081169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/04/rawr-leo-kitten.html' title='RAWR - Leo the Kitten'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-7632159670878371498</id><published>2010-04-03T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitta For Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally, i'm gonna update my dead blog. Had been a long time. Well that's cause nothing interesting really happened these past few days, and the week had been really busy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today was especially busy. Was out from morning 'till night. Had to interview some people for our&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Kerja Khusus Geografi.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Went out at about 10 and had breakfast with my parents. Set up McDonald's as our&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;rendez-vous&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;point,&amp;nbsp;and later met up with my friend, Faiz and Kevin. Planned to walk to the place where the interview session was held together since the place is quite close to McDonald's. When we were at Mcd, we saw our classmates who were doing their&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Kerja Khusus Geografi&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;as well, but with a different topic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01033c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They decided to have lunch at McD as well. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh I forgot to mention, the place where we had our interview was at 19 Solok Trengganu which was a place where they do all sort of recycling and reusing. They raise funds for the Cancer Patients through selling reused objects, and their program was known as&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Mitta For Life&lt;/i&gt;. Since the topic for our&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;kerja khusus&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;was about recycling, this was the perfect spot!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My Geografi teacher was there for awhile to help us out. She briefed us through and guided us until she had to attend the PIBG meeting. And then we're all on our own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01036c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is 19 Solok Trengganu. Other groups are here as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01037c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's our Geography teacher, Ms. Yeoh Poh Lin&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Moving on, each groups has 5 members, and each of them had a different task, to make the interview process more efficient of course. I was the drawer. No, not the desk drawer, the guy who draws the process of the recycled items. :P Most of the objects there was made by unused clothes and plastics. As I mentioned before, all these items are sold to the public to raise funds for cancer patients. Although, they admitted that the funds were for their own good too. lol. There's actually many pictures, but my friend was the photographer, so all the pics are with him. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The whole interview session ended after awhile. We got all the information we needed quickly, as the people there was actually really friendly. Though, there was an Indian lady there who kept questioning us to test our smart-ness. But no one seemed to be bothered about her. :P She reminded me a lot about my English teacher at school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We went back to McD after that to have a drink and share all the information we gathered. Went back home after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The story of today doesn't end here! Read on, people. I decided to write that on a separate post. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-7632159670878371498?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/7632159670878371498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/04/mitta-for-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7632159670878371498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7632159670878371498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/04/mitta-for-life.html' title='Mitta For Life'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-3568987504353449341</id><published>2010-03-25T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3A Football Team vs 3C,B and er.. F</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Had a soccer match today after school. Honestly, i'm not really good in soccer but I joined in the fun anyways. Can't let the team down. I was the team's keeper, &amp;nbsp;as always. I'm only good in being the keeper, and supposingly not anything else. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, the match starts at about 3pm, and we're up against 3C. They took people from 3B as the star keeper's there and some good players from 3F. Well they said they lack of members. -_-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tension begin to rise when the match started. As a keeper, you'll get tons of glory if you actually save the ball despite the circumstances. But if you fail, you fail your whole team and they'll never look at you the same again... But some goals are inevitable and they won't really blame you for that. :P My friend lend me his gloves which are meant for goalkeepers. They're super worn out and it's so figgin' hot when you wear it for a long time. Especially when the weather's hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC01003c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The first half of the game, they score 2 goals, sadly. But the shot was pretty much inevitable. Even diving can't save it. And yeah, I DID dived. Lucky I brought my long pants, or my knee will be in for some pain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On the second half, we brought in a dude from I dunno what class. Forgot why we bring him in, but he was pretty helpful. We scored 3 goals and they scored another 1 goal, which made us tied. The last score we had was at the very last minute before the game ends. The whole time we're playing, the sun shined directly down on us and we're just baked there. Weather today was damn^10 sunny and HOT! Got sunburned on my arms. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Super thirsty and tired at the end of the game. And still is. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-3568987504353449341?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/3568987504353449341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/03/3a-football-team-vs-3cb-and-er-f.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3568987504353449341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3568987504353449341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/03/3a-football-team-vs-3cb-and-er-f.html' title='3A Football Team vs 3C,B and er.. F'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-767507524428832921</id><published>2010-03-21T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Time to sum up the holidays! Wanted to write each day a different post but I got lazy. So yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday - 13th March 2010&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today's just the day right after cross-country. Woke up early and followed my mum for breakfast. Went Bhavesh's house to complete my GVC assignment of making an original illustration of Native American's gods. There was suppose to be loads and LOADS of illustrations to make but Bhavesh the perfectionist wasted too much time. In the end we ended up making only 2. The first one was. Well you can see it yourself. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" id="pb" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs412.snc3/24895_1400348451227_1307774680_31139662_1029301_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This one's not half bad. Created using wacom. It's suppose to be a Giant Deity who resembles a bird. So we just drew a giant bird. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/Haokah-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This one's just screwed. Artwork done NOT by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After that, went game hunting with Bhavesh as his mum for no reasons at all wanted to buy him a new disk. So I just tagged along. Spent the rest of the day playing Playstation 3. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday - 14th March 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nothing interesting for today. The same old normal boring day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday - 15th March 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nothing interesting as well. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday - 16th March 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today, I went to Bhavesh's house again. :P The reason for me to go is to actually marathon the Final Fantasy XIII game with him. But in the end, we got so addicted to Battlefield 2, that we ignored Final Fantasy. Practically played that the whole day. Night time, played some random games at &lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Addictinggames.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, where you'll find the most random games. (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There was some interesting pictures I took of him that he almost killed me for taking it. He'll never find my blog, so yeah. Posting it. Though I won't post ALL. I'm not so bad. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00973c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He's being gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday - 17th March 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Woke up at about 10am after my friend wakes up and went to bathe. For some reasons, he bathes longer than girls do. -_- Only got my turn at like almost 11. Planned to go Gurney with friends today but Bhavesh here has art class. So had to wait for him. Played Ps3 while waiting lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Walked to Gurney from his house since it was pretty near. His mum actually offered us a ride but we declined, just to regret it later as the sun became a killer at that time. Appreciated every inch of shade we could find. (: Gurney's air-cond never felt better when we reach lol. Met up with Max and Win Sern and later with Faiz. We thought of catching a movie but there was nothing really interesting other than Alice in the Wonderland which my friends didn't wanna watch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We decided to. Just crash into Bhavesh's house and spent the whole day there. :D So much for Gurney. Went Pizza hut for dinner and the service there was seriously bullcrap. -_-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To view pictures and extended story of today, click &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wsern.blogspot.com/2010/03/out-with-friends.html" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ME&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday - 18th March 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today, I went to gurney yet again. :P But with different people of course. Wee Liam didn't showed up yesterday cause he could only choose 1 day of outing to Gurney. Obviously he picked&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d31f1f;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"ehem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;over his friends who he could go out with anytime. (: Watched Alice in the Wonderland. Good thing my friends didn't wanna watch it yesterday. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday - 19th March 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nothing interesting to say about today. 'Cept that I woke up at 7 in the morning for no reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That pretty much sums up my holidays and I don't wanna write about Saturday and today as there was nothing interesting as well. That's all for now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-767507524428832921?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/767507524428832921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/03/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/767507524428832921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/767507524428832921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/03/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-6942441040354424321</id><published>2010-03-11T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ahh... finally back from cross country. Was such a tiring day. Finished 7 whole kilometers of &lt;i&gt;hell-ish&lt;/i&gt; up hill and down hill tracks. Worst of all was up hill of course. That took out the most energy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ran with Wee Liam but he soon got tired, and walked. I mean REALLY soon. -_- Well I couldn't just leave him behind so i walked as well. But then for some reasons, he walked even slower than me and he suddenly just vanished. Oh well, so I continued jogging for awhile until I met up with Yuven and followed him all the way. On the way, we stopped by a store and bought 100Plus. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Continued the walking - jogging - walking - jogging until we finally sprint when we're about to reach. By the time we reach, 1 hour had already passed and so we get only 1 point. ): After about 20 minutes only Wee came. So he REALLY was far behind lol. He gave reasons of a fatty pulling him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That's about it, lazy to continue writing anymore and even lazier to upload pics. Gonna jump to my bed now. Bye people. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-6942441040354424321?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/6942441040354424321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/03/cross-country-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6942441040354424321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6942441040354424321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/03/cross-country-2010.html' title='Cross Country 2010'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-8591993964469200264</id><published>2010-03-08T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally done with the blog migration that I have been working on for a whole day. Updated the layout as well. The layout was probably the reason why it took so long. I wanted a special one. A unique one. So I created everything here myself. I know it's not really that nice and all but it's good enough for me. ;] Actually, I wanted to abandon all my older posts but it feels wrong. &amp;nbsp;-_- That's all for now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh and to all my buddies. Don't relink this bloggy yet. It's still under construction. Not ready. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-8591993964469200264?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/8591993964469200264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8591993964469200264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8591993964469200264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-6288317079506756029</id><published>2010-03-06T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today I had made a random visit to my dad's friend's saloon. We weren't there for a haircut or anything, but to look at cats. :D My dad's friend somehow has lots and lots of cat in the shop! And all kinds of them too! Took a lot of pictures so i'll just show it to you instead. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00885c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;First up, look at how many cats are there. These are like just a fraction of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00892c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Look at him. All relax and lazing there lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00890c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And he got in a cat fight. Meow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00898c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is the American Short Hair breed. Looks like a white tiger. ;D Fierce looking huh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00897c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Close up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00914c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Out of 5 kittens, the brown one is the one and only one who was born brown! Even though both his parents are purely white. His name's Leo. Our future pet. (: Also Tiger's future boyfriend. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00913c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Leo's brother and sister! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00892c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And it's back to him with the relaxed face again lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00923c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;His name's &lt;i&gt;Orh Orh. &lt;/i&gt;(Hokkien for Black black x])&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00917c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Doesn't this look just like my pet, Tiger? :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00927c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Guess what? Her name's Ah May. &lt;i&gt;*Laughs at this part*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00929c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00929c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ah May being lazy. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00932c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And this is another Persian Cat. Look at her tail. It's about as long as her body! Special one indeed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So that's pretty much most of the cats there. Well there are actually more, but most of them are either in the cage or not up for photo taking. :P Oh there's a siamese cat there too! It was pretty hard to take a picture of him as he keeps wandering around. According to my dad's friend, Siamese cats are suppose to be shy around humans but this one's totally an exception. He sticks to people lol. Action seen most by Ah May, since she's practically the most hyper cat around. &lt;i&gt;*Laughs more*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Guess that's about it. Shall update more when I have more pictures. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-6288317079506756029?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/6288317079506756029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/03/meow-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6288317079506756029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6288317079506756029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/03/meow-d.html' title='Meow :D'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-5752738639828396722</id><published>2010-03-03T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing awake...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hahh actually i'm suppose to be asleep right now. 1 o'clock in the morning and I still have school tomorrow! But who cares. I'm not really that sleepy. Imma blog instead. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;First thing on my mind now is; Exam's over! Though it's just Ujian Prestasi 1 which doesn't really matter, but still glad that it's over. Don't have to study for a few days.. or weeks now. x] Although, the real challenge is still ahead. The bloody PMR. Bahhh, it's still quite long. Don't wanna stress myself out too early. Just gonna enjoy for now. (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, enough about schools. Listening to songs while writing this actually gave me some ideas. Specifically &lt;i&gt;Owl City&lt;/i&gt;'s songs. Ahhh... This just brings back memories. First heard their songs last year and actually grew to like more than 10 of their songs. Up until now, his songs still pretty much what I listen to. Can't seem to get em' off my head. You might all think that I have first started to listen to &lt;i&gt;Fireflies&lt;/i&gt;, which was his most famous songs and practically the only one released in the radio, but no. Before I knew Fireflies existed, I heard their song, &lt;i&gt;Saltwater Room&lt;/i&gt; first. This song hold the most meaning to me and is full of memories. And practically became my personal favourite. (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well after that, I started to listen to all kinds of his songs, like Hot Air Balloon, Dear Vienna, Rainbow Veins, If My Heart Was A House and Vanilla Twilight. These are namely, few of my favourites. I soon introduced most of them to my buddy, Win Sern and he got addicted to them too. :D Though most of the time he'll say the songs I introduced to him sucks, but he soon liked it too lol. Don't you come argue with me Sern, I can still remember. x]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ahh.. what a long post this had become. =P To all you guys out there who never listen to Owl City songs before, I recommend you to check 'em out. They're awesome. Guess i'm ending it here. Getting laaate. Well, nights people. ;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-5752738639828396722?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/5752738639828396722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-am-i-doing-awake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/5752738639828396722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/5752738639828396722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-am-i-doing-awake.html' title='What am I doing awake...?'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-6608943432338156369</id><published>2010-02-27T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally, today is the last day of Chinese New Year. The holidays for it were great even though it only lasted a week. Nothing much happened during the holidays other than eating and sleeping. So yeah, it was hell boring. At least I don't have to wake up early to go school. :P Actually the holidays were like last 2 weeks ago, but who cares? I'm squeezing cny into this post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One day before cny, had reunion in our house. Only my uncle and aunt and together with my grandparents came. Well, it was just sort of a small reunion. We bought all kinds of ingredient for the steamboat. Most of them are the usuals such as fishballs, fishes, prawns and mushroom. Though, we added some more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;exotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; food ourselves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00713c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We have the basic fishballs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00706c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And guess what's this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00738c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My grandparents. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00740c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My mum, aunt and half-naked uncle. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00741c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Look at all the food. There's so much that there was about 60% left when we finally gave up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On the actualy day of Chinese New Year, I went to visit my father's side relatives and collected some &lt;i&gt;Ang Pau. &lt;/i&gt;Went my mother's side later in the afternoon and collected more Ang Pau. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After the first day of cny, nothing much happened already. Back to the usual normal life. Only no school. x] Didn't went out anywhere at all during the holidays except to Wee Liam's house. After that 1 week, school opens again and back to the usual early-waking-tiring life. And what's more, my exam's exactly a week from then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well as i'm writing this, i'm actually wasting time rather than studying as exam's just tomorrow. -_- Guess that's all for now. This blog will stay dead until after exams, and so is msn I suppose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-6608943432338156369?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/6608943432338156369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6608943432338156369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6608943432338156369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-new-year.html' title='Another New Year'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-9067009526729168006</id><published>2010-02-21T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Nasty Dinner -_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I actually wanted to update about Chinese New Year today but I wanna write about something else first! Delay delay. x] Imma write Chinese New Year later some other time i guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, today, I had dinner at a restaurant called Faces Western Food. The name says it all; it specializes in western food and only serves them. I have actually been there like one or two times before but that was years ago. So long that I forgot it existed lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00865c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is my food. Oriental Chicken Chop. The size is unbelievably huge! Compare it to the knife beisde and you'll see much difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00866c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is Black Pepper Steak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00867c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is err Chicken Aux err somethingsomething. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00862c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The thing that defines the restaurant; the Fruit Juice! The size is just abnormally big.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This all may seem good but almost everything there sucks. For instance, the chicken chop may seem big but it's completely flat! It's not even a centimeter thick. Gravy's not really good as well. The black pepper steak's not fresh. =/ Making it hard to chew. Worst of all, the price's unreasonable. RM8.90 for a freaking chicken chop. And that is the &lt;i&gt;cheapest&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;food available. Unless you want a plate of fries with bread. So overall, this restaurant sucks. My father say mushrooms tasted better than their food lol. Conclusion, we're not never returning this place. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's all for now. Gotta go finish up homework and do some last minute memorizing. Damn, gotta quit this last minute habit. It's some serious nahsty shit. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-9067009526729168006?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/9067009526729168006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-nasty-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/9067009526729168006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/9067009526729168006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-nasty-dinner.html' title='Some Nasty Dinner -_-'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-7901859930936714953</id><published>2010-02-17T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger! Rawr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally gonna update about my kitty, Tiger. (: There were actually many other choices of names, but we agreed on Tiger. Well basically because her fur looks like a tiger! Rawr ;] And she came in our house on the year of the tiger, which is this year lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She came in our house first on 10th of Febraury. When we were busy doing our own stuff, my dad heard a soft &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;meow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and saw her under our table! Well we shoo-ed it out of the house at first, but she looked so pitiful. So my dad gave her some milk to drink.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00682c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00682c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is when we first saw her. Adorable lil thing :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00683c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00683c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00683c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Drinking milky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After that, we left her be outside. The next day, she came back to our house again! lol We just played with her for awhile, let her eat something and place her outside to wander again. The next day, she didn't came back. Went missing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One day before Chinese New Year, we saw her nearby and went pick her up. As my mum hates cats, we just placed her outside. No where near inside the house lol. When my mum went shower, my dad go close her door and bring Tiger in to take a bath as well. x] Surprisingly she was quite obedient when we were bathing her. Didn't resist much, though at times she would try and climb out of the tub.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00724c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Drying her after bathing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00729c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All fluffy after bathing! x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00732c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Get to enjoy cat food after bathing lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cat food may be for cats but it actually smells good! No wonder she likes it so much. She finished the whole bowl for her size. Gonna be fat soon if she keeps that up lol. After eating, she became so hyper and began running around, jumping here and there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00749c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saw my sister's slippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00748c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Started to play with it. Scratched it a lot. x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00752c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lol I have no idea what she's doing to the shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00753c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Found new shoe to play with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00759c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tired after all that playing and she came rest on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh I almost forgot I have a video of her playing with the shoe. Here it is! Enjoy (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" height="361" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/MOV00754.flv" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After that day, she's sleeping in our balcony. So i'm guessing we'll be keeping her. Even my mum agrees. Surprise surprise. She now has her own bed, toy and her very own litter box. ;D I'll update more about that some other time. Ending it here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-7901859930936714953?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/7901859930936714953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiger-rawr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7901859930936714953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7901859930936714953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiger-rawr.html' title='Tiger! Rawr'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-5105269518085890502</id><published>2010-02-11T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Food for Dindin ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I actually wanted to write something up about an adorable lil kitten that came in our house. Guess i'll save that for another time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today, we had japanese food for dinner. The place was actually not really well-known. It's called Furusato Japanese Restaurant. Not so familiar eh? The place is more of a traditional type of japanese restaurant where they have tables where you seat like a japanese; and not on chairs. ;] Of course, they do have tables and chairs as well. Though they're not so famous, they had excellent food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00695c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This was the first one served. It's just sliced fresh salmon. Awesome thing really. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00698c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is mah food! Unagi's me favourite.&amp;nbsp;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00699c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This might look like some local mee, but it's actually japanese ramen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00700c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is some japanese style fried chicken served with rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00702c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whoops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;! Almost forgot to take picture. =P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This one ain't salmon. It's tuna. Lots more chewy and muscular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00694c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've no idea why I even took a pic of a cup of green tea... o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Soo that's about it. There might be only very few dishes served, but all together they're quite expensive. Waddya expect? It's a high class japanese restaurant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-5105269518085890502?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/5105269518085890502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/02/japanese-food-for-dindin-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/5105269518085890502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/5105269518085890502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/02/japanese-food-for-dindin-d.html' title='Japanese Food for Dindin ;D'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-7681758792623622966</id><published>2010-02-10T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Principal lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surprisingly, today was the birthday of the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;person in our school, Ramli bin Din the principal. This was the only year he announced and celebrated it during the assembly. And because of that, we had to stand longer. -_- He didn't actually celebrate it though. More like announcing it and the school band played Happy Birthday Song for him lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, basically.. Almost the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ENTIRE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;school hates him. So much that, some guy actually went and create a group in Facebook called A.R.O. (Anti-Ramli Organization). That group had over 200 supporters from our school. Amazing ain't it? That's where people expressed all their hatred towards him. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="124" id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/ramli1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As it said, Ramli just had to screw with the school pond.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/ramli2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That much that people hoped he dies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/ramli3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And even bad words are too good for him. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are more posts actually. But Ramli found out about this group and screwed everyone involved in this. That's why many other posts of hatred was deleted. He's forcing everyone to leave the group now so there are like 50 people left only. Many was brought into his office for lecturing though I don't know what exactly happened in there. I wasn't involved. (: Though i DID joined the group. But I left before they took action lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are actually some reason behind all this. Mainly is because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PFS's Standard is at Rock Bottom because of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That is what I actually heard most among the students. In the olden days, PFS was a school so proud and prestigious that only students with high grades can enter. Now, Ramli changed that tradition and almost anyone can enter. That's why you see PFS is now filled with gangsters and such. The moment he came in, he just HAD to change all the traditions that was maintained for like almost 200 years. That's not the only tradition he changed. I can actually make a list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1) High Standard to Low Standard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) Practically anyone can enter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3) Lost the title of Cluster School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4) Changed the name PFS to &lt;i&gt;"Sekolah Kebangsaan"&lt;/i&gt; blahblahblah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5) Plain old green pants instead of the traditional white pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6) School badge is now sewed onto our uni instead of a tag.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7) School tie changed as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8) The name PFS in the main gate changed to some Arabic word.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's not exactly all of it. There are actually some more but I lazy to think anymore. I heard the school was turning into coet. Even Ramli announced it himself. But I don't think it's likely to happen. For now, they're just rumours. There are even rumours saying Ramli failed his English exam once before becoming the headmaster lol. Some say he has 4 wives! LOL&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-7681758792623622966?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/7681758792623622966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-principal-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7681758792623622966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7681758792623622966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-principal-lol.html' title='Happy Birthday, Principal lol'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-4213476810162403634</id><published>2010-02-02T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuttie Cookie (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ahh.. I have finally found something to blog about. lol There are actually two things I wanna say but i'll write about last Sunday's activity first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Woke up quite early that day and went straight for brunch. Couldn't eat that much cause I just woke up. -_- Went to my aunt's house after that. Every year, my relatives would gather in my aunt's house and me and my cousin all will help my aunt and my mum to make Chinese New Year cookies/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kuih &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;or whatever you call it. (: Usually we'll only make the Peanut Cookie. To those who haven't seen it before, here's how it looks like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00677c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bet everyone has seen it before. Well, at least every Chinese. x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's basically made of finely-grounded peanuts, sugar, flour and oil. Every year, we would do about 3kg of it. Which is hell a LOT! So it will take hours and hours to do. This year, only my my family and my aunt's helped out. The rest are all excused from it. -_- Meaning more work for us. &amp;nbsp;At the end of the day, we made eight boxes of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00680c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes. &lt;b&gt;EIGHT &lt;/b&gt;whole containers of this size!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It took a lil longer as my mum wants it to be in a &lt;i&gt;Perfect, Small, Gentle, Lady-like&lt;/i&gt;, shape. I don't know how they compare cookies to ladies... We were just about to go &lt;i&gt;nuts&lt;/i&gt; when we finally finished! My mum and aunt complained about how little we did compared to how much they did in the olden days. o_o And also how they couldn't finish more than half of it and gave it away for free. -_-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-4213476810162403634?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/4213476810162403634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/02/nuttie-cookie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/4213476810162403634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/4213476810162403634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/02/nuttie-cookie.html' title='Nuttie Cookie (:'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-8669692276417075579</id><published>2010-01-26T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve's of mah Birthday (Updated - Part2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, as promised, i'm going to update more on the eve's of my birthday. And with photos too! ;] On the way to Queensbay, I kinda slept again. -_- Was just too sleepy, and a lil hungry as well. Had lunch there, my dad chose this restaurant called Canton-I which I had been there once before to have that Piggy Pau. If you guys read my older post, you'll know. (: Though this time, we had proper lunch there instead of just paus and such. It was also my first time trying goose meat. It's actually quite delicious. Taste almost like duck but only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; better. x] It may look not much, but really, it's awesome. (Also the most expensive dish! o_o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00656c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm getting hungry just by looking at it lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After lunch, we went hunting for clothes, as I mentioned. Looked at Quicksilver first, an found very nice shirts that I could wear. Luckily, there was a promotion going on, so I got more of 'em. lol Bought some other and after that, my mum and sis' turn to shop shop and shop. Got pretty bored then. Finally, we went back at like 5+ almost 6. Felt kinda tired and my leg was freaking aching from all that non-stop walking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/IMG_2965c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is a picture I took with my mum =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/IMG_2967c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And my choco cake (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That's all for now. Can't think of anything anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-8669692276417075579?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/8669692276417075579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/eve-of-mah-birthday-updated-part2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8669692276417075579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8669692276417075579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/eve-of-mah-birthday-updated-part2.html' title='Eve&amp;#39;s of mah Birthday (Updated - Part2)'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-8915689521157398150</id><published>2010-01-25T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks all! You guys rock! ;D</title><content type='html'>I'm actually already very very tired but i still wanna blog! But comp being an arse so i have to use me phone. Guess this will be my first post using my phone. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? I was wrong! Last two weeks ago wasn't the longest day at school. TODAY is! I reached home at like about 8. == sad that i have to stay back till sooo late. Mostly because i have to take the stupid rapid bus back. And 6+ is the rush hour, which meant super godly traffic jam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i just wanted to thank all my friends who wished me for my birthday today. Thanks a lot guys! You guys are awesome. ;D alvin and adrian who wished me like 24 hours before the official day. Lol thanks anyways.  My family too of course. Special thanks to my buddy Win Sern, Yuven, and Wee Liam for treating me to mcd for lunch. You guys rock! And also may, for staying up till midnight with me and was the first. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's pretty much everything i wanted to say. Well there's something else to say during sports today but i'm too lazy and tired to continue typing with my phone. Nights people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-8915689521157398150?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/8915689521157398150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanks-all-you-guys-rock-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8915689521157398150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8915689521157398150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanks-all-you-guys-rock-d.html' title='Thanks all! You guys rock! ;D'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-1052905478738025572</id><published>2010-01-24T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve's of mah Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wooh, today was such a tiring day. Woke up at like 11+ though i slept at 3 yesterday. Was watchin Avatar and the movie is so goddamn long. @_@ Went Queensbay with family for lunch and hunted for new year's clothes later. Didn't buy much as nothing much there caught my interest. Only 2 pairs of Quicksilver shirts since they had some promotion. :D And some other clothes as well. The whole time there was pretty boring since most of the time my mum and sisters were looking at their own things and I was just following behind. Got teman buddy around, so it wasn't that bad. ;D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Moving on, by the time we got home, it was already pretty late, and I was just completely exhausted. Went to Kutabali after that for dinner, had cake, made me wish, blow candles LOL, and here I am writing this post. Birthday's actually tomorrow but tomorrow's a busy day, so celebrated it on today. Oh well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways, I shall update more together with some photos later on or tomorrow cause i've something more important to do. -_-&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/2838362150246568108-1052905478738025572?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/1052905478738025572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/eve-of-mah-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/1052905478738025572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/1052905478738025572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/eve-of-mah-birthday.html' title='Eve&amp;#39;s of mah Birthday'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-1934702309760631463</id><published>2010-01-21T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Free Thursday :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gonna be another short random post. Well, I got nothing to do now. Just bored. -_-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today, it was kinda fun at school. Perhaps a lil boring as well. We only had 3 periods of studying, and the rest, sit back and relax. (: No, i mean 5 periods. Forgotten. Whats the differences anyways. x] BM teacher was missing in action for the entire week, so is my English teacher. Though I heard others say they saw them at school but just didn't entered class. KH teacher was gone as well. Seni... Well, I don't really consider it as studying as we just sit in the air-cond room the whole time. Moral teacher came in, but left us to do our own things. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I always thought Thursday was one of the worst days. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-1934702309760631463?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/1934702309760631463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-free-thursday-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/1934702309760631463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/1934702309760631463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-free-thursday-d.html' title='What a Free Thursday :D'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-5797112946787816956</id><published>2010-01-18T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Practice - Week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is just gonna be another post without any pictures. Well, i'm pretty busy with all the school works, meetings and all, so there wouldn't be many interesting things with pictures. Unless I bring me phone to school! &amp;gt;:) - Which is most likely impossible..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Moving on, today's the second week of sports practice, and today, we did long jump. Personally, this is my favourite activity. ;D Form 3's were the last to go, and form 1's was first. Unfair, they get so many tries that they used up almost all the time. -_- Oh well, I still get the chance to compete with my friend by all means. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My first jump, I jumped too hard that I literally flew out of the sand pit and to the other side. Slight injured on my knees lol. At least that marks the furthest spot made. Then, it was yuven's turn again, and if i'm not mistaken, he won me back. -_- At last, I beat him and that made me the furthest jumper for my entire house. ;] and HAH! In your face YUVEN! lol&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's about all for today, reached home superbly late as last week. Luckily, there was no homework for today. :D&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/2838362150246568108-5797112946787816956?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/5797112946787816956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/sports-practice-week-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/5797112946787816956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/5797112946787816956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/sports-practice-week-2.html' title='Sports Practice - Week 2'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-374225439578727192</id><published>2010-01-13T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentations.. Presentations.... Cats :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well since school had already begun, it also means there will be more folios and presentations to do. Today, I had already completed 2 presentations -- one by pair and another individually. And you know what? It's only the second week of school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;First one was English, which me and Win Sern had to present about Chapter 3 and 4 of the novel, Prisoner of Zenda. This was only a 15 minute presentation and we weren't actually quite prepared for it. Just read through again the chapters like 10 minutes before our presentation. Basically we just read out what we know instead of memorizing, so there was quite a lot of pauses. At least that impresses the teacher. =) No, not the pauses, lol the part where we &lt;i&gt;spoke&lt;/i&gt; instead of &lt;i&gt;reading. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Next one was the WORST. &lt;i&gt;French! &lt;/i&gt;At least, MY worst. First off all, I couldn't just make up a sentence as I didn't know how to. -_- Yes, i'm that bad. Though I could make up simple sentences that I had heard before and could still remember. That is why I had to memorized every single word that I had to present. There was one sentence at the end where I kinda mixed up, and the meaning just changed to something hilarious -- hilarious enough to make my teacher laugh. LOL It was suppose to be &lt;i&gt;"J'aime le chien mais je deteste le chat." &lt;/i&gt;which meant I love dogs but I hate cats. (No, I dont hate cats, I love animals ;D) I screwed up and it became &lt;i&gt;"J'aime la &lt;b&gt;chatte&lt;/b&gt; mais je deteste le chat"&lt;/i&gt;. Basically, the pronunciation was almost all the same, but it meant, "I love female cats, but I hate male cats" LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-374225439578727192?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/374225439578727192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/presentations-presentations-cats-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/374225439578727192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/374225439578727192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/presentations-presentations-cats-d.html' title='Presentations.. Presentations.... Cats :D'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-6314890530852564511</id><published>2010-01-11T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest Day in School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's only the first day of the second week of school, and i'm already dying. Todaywas probably the longest time i have been in school, and finally back home. Woke up at 6, as usual, get prepared and went straight to school. After school, I had this meeting for GVC (Global Virtual Classroom). Had some discussion about dividing works and stuff. We're actually trying to find informations about Gods and Mythology and the likes. I wanted either Greek Mythology or Egyption Gods, but I ended up with traditional people with spears - &lt;i&gt;Native Americans&lt;/i&gt; a.k.a Red Indians. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:tUIzaHfETku-pM%3Ahttp://library.thinkquest.org/08aug/00285/whimages/native%2520american.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 74px; height: 132px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yupp.. this kind of dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the meeting, me and Wee Liam decided to go McDonalds and have lunch there. It's already past 4 and I still haven't had lunch at that time.. And finally, it's 5 - House Practice begins! The only purpose for me to stay back was for this shit and the GVC meeting. Had high jump today, and surprisingly, I was able to get pass all the heights. ;D Well, they only raise it up to 1.3 metres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After all those tiring shits, I have to take the bus home -- meaning I have to walk ALL the way to the bus stand with my heavy bag; since there was loads of homework today.. Stopped nearby a store to get some stuff, then walked back home. By the time I got home, it was already 7.30pm. Wooh, half my day spent just like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, i'm pretty exhausted now, and I still have homework to do, guess that's all for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00641c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;THIS! Is all my undone work. I'm screwed.. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-6314890530852564511?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/6314890530852564511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/longest-day-in-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6314890530852564511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6314890530852564511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/longest-day-in-school.html' title='Longest Day in School'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-2143726078271974578</id><published>2010-01-07T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating the Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As you all can see, i had made some changes in my blog layout. Well not much really, just the font, size, and some other things that I forgot. -_- Also, added some new gadgets, mostly introduced by Win Sern. :D Anything that's introduced by him would be fancy and useful. So why not? ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways, shall be changing my layout pretty soon. Current one's getting really old and lame. (I think it was pretty lame from the start...) Planning to make one myself, again. But shall put more effort to it to make it nice. ;] So it'll take some time. Especially now that school had reopened, my schedule had became tighter. With all the coming activities, sports practice, and also truck loads of homework. Not to mention that this year i'm form 3. Facing hell - &lt;i&gt;PMR&lt;/i&gt;. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-2143726078271974578?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/2143726078271974578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/updating-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/2143726078271974578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/2143726078271974578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/updating-blog.html' title='Updating the Blog'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-7373953260098319949</id><published>2010-01-05T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so, Suffering at School Continues..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Finally, school reopens once again, starting another year of agony until holidays again. This year would be the the worst as PMR lands on this year. Meaning more work less fun. Sad. D: And the worst part is, I hate waking up early! Especially before the sun came up. So gloomy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;On the first day of school, I was actually quite late because of the traffic. The moment I reach there, the school assembly was just beginning. The assembly wasn't as long as I had expected; just two speeches. We were informed that there will be no streaming and will be returning to our SAME old class with the SAME old people. The hell we studied so hard for the finals for? == &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The good news is, we got back our cleeaan (not really lol) and painted class. (: They've also installed new windows with bars. Now, the classroom looked like a prison. The tinted windows also made the class all dark and gloomy. Thumbs down for the new windows. Almost all the teachers were also the same, the good ones that is. EXCEPT for our class teacher. Useless math teacher. -_- And the new ones were not that bad too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Okay, now i just wanna say, Damn you Rapid Bus. For goddamn wasting an hour and half of my life. Staring at the cars as they pass by or staring at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; buses passing by before finally I took the 16th one. School ended at 2.40 and I reached home at 4.30. What an awesome day to end the first day of school.. Screw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2838362150246568108-7373953260098319949?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/7373953260098319949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-so-suffering-at-school-continues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7373953260098319949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/7373953260098319949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-so-suffering-at-school-continues.html' title='And so, Suffering at School Continues..'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-311428078170166676</id><published>2009-12-30T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May's Birthday (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday was a day out to Gurney with a couple of my friends. Originally there was suppose to be 10 people (I think =P) then in the end, it became only 6. This outing was meant to celebrate May Ying's birthday even though her birthday had already passed like 2 days ago. Woke up at 8 something in the morning and went out for breakfast with my family. After that, I went straight to Gurney and reached there at around 11am. Although we're supposed to meet there at like 1. -_- Went there to get the movie tickets for them and it turned out that Leon brought extra friends and it became 11 people. Poof, there goes RM110. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Met up with Priscillia first then went to the Food Court to meet up with Leon. He went up first while we waited for Sarah. Later, we went up to Mega Cue where Leon and his friends are at. Waited for May for about an hour there. For some reasons, we just talked at the entrance of Mega Cue until the movie almost started. When we went in the cinema, the movie started right on time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After the movies, we all bought Secret Recipe's cupcakes for the birthday girl. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00568c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00569c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is her choosing the Cupcake. First to pick, of course lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/MayYing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And this is her with her cupcake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Don't mind me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;stealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; your pic, May x])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We went to the rooftop and had cupcakes there. Leon and his friends came shortly. May went back the earliest, at around 6. But i'm glad I get to see her by all means. =) After she went back, we're left only with me, Priscillia and Sarah. Went down and get ourselves some ice cream and enjoyed it back at the rooftop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00571c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Priscillia posing with her "beautiful" ice cream lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She went back shortly after that, and now its only me and Sarah. Went G Hotel for a moment. Left there when some flies kept flying on top of her head. xD Met up with my parents later, had Dinner, and went back too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shall be updating on this blog if I get some new pictures. That's all for now. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-311428078170166676?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/311428078170166676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/12/may-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/311428078170166676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/311428078170166676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/12/may-birthday.html' title='May&amp;#39;s Birthday (:'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-4920509953928124097</id><published>2009-12-19T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:00.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Highlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Okay, today I shall be talking about the trip to Genting Highlands. Actually it happened like 5 days ago but I was lazy to write about. x] First off, I woke up early as we had to meet there before 8. Surprisingly, I wasn't the last one there because I had to eat breakfast and my parents kinda lost their way there. @_@ In the bus, we spent most of our time playing rubiks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00501c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is Win Sern's Rubik's Twist which i've never played before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The journey seemed quite short even though it was hours. And for some reason, I didn't sleep at all. When we were there, we had to continue waiting for the hotel rooms, and so we decided to play with the rubiks, yet again. That was the moment where, "Oh shit. Where's my Mirror Cube?" Turns out that it was missing in action and it wasn't in any of our bags, so we thought that it may still be in the bus. Me and Win Sern went searching for the bus but eventually couldn't find it. There goes me cubie. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;First day, we went walking around and also getting souvenir. I bought myself this awesome looking sword. (Which belonged to the bad-ass of all bad-ass in World of Warcraft, The Lich King)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00510c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The picture isn't very nice cause Win Sern didn't give me the nice ones. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Got another of the sword which I then gave my sister as a souvenir since she likes it. It's the Moon Blade held by the Hero, Magina, The Anti-Mage. (Also another character in Warcraft.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00511c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This picture too, isn't that very nice. Win Sern... -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Also, I got this awesomely adorable panda for a friend of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00554c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The next day, we went to the outdoor theme park. Woke up at 6.30 in the morning just to be the first few who stand waiting for the admission booth to open. @_@ Got in the theme park and instead of waiting for the line, we waited for people to actually come to the ride to fill it up. We rode on the Corkscrew Roller Coaster first, then went to a few others like bumper boats and Spinner. During bumper boats, my friend Max, spun the boat 'till smoke eventually came out of the engine. Everyone started to avoid him as he looked like some freaking time bomb. Finally, we rode the Space Shuttle. Awesome. We could see heaven from on top there. x] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The last place we went to is Dinosaur Park. We were really tired that time and none of us really bothered about waiting for the line anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00517c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yuven = Dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00519c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Win Sern = Dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;In the end, we all just ignored the last park and went straight for lunch. Had Kentucky there and we were all energized again! Not until we reached the hotel bed that is. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;At night, we ate dinner Burger King and for some reason, I ended up treating all my friends. Walked around Genting, went to taste the awesome pain of foot reflexology, went to the coldest place known to Max, and the place where the roof is made up of spiderwebs. @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Came back the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-4920509953928124097?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/4920509953928124097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/12/genting-highlands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/4920509953928124097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/4920509953928124097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/12/genting-highlands.html' title='Genting Highlands'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-2074011835089363543</id><published>2009-12-04T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:01.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of Carmen Winstead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Just wanna show you all something freaky and scary that I found when I was surfing the net. :D It's actually an urban legend and probably just to scare kids, but it's kinda scary in a way too. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So here's the story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carmen was 17 years old when her parents decided to move to Indiana. Her father had lost his job and the only way he could find new employment was by moving to a new state. The relocation caused a lot of problems for Carmen. She had to leave her friends behind and attend a whole new school in Indiana.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carmen had a hard time making friends when she changed schools. It was the middle of the school year and most of the students had no interest in befriending the new girl. Initially, she spent many days alone, walking from class to class without speaking to anyone, but she eventually started hanging around with a group of five other girls. Carmen thought these girls were her friends, but it wasn’t long before she discovered that they had been talking about her behind her back and spreading vile rumors.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;When she confronted them, the girls turned on her and began bullying her every day, making her life a misery. They started out calling her names, but then the bullying got much worse. One day, she left her school books in the classroom at break time. When she returned, she found someone had taken a sharpie and written dirty words all over her books. Another day, she opened her bag and discovered someone had poured yoghurt all over the insides. Sometimes, she would come to school and find her locker had been vandalized. The final straw came when she put on her coat at recess and found that someone had stuffed dog poop in her pockets.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;There and then, Carmen decided that she couldn’t take the bullying any longer. She planned to stay behind, that evening, after school, and tell her teacher what had been happening. Unfortunately, her decision came too late to save her life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;After lunch, her teacher announced that the school was holding a fire drill. When the alarm sounded, Carmen and the other students filed out of the classroom and assembled in the yard outside. As the teachers read out the roll call, the gang of five girls decided that this was a great opportunity to embarrass Carmen in front of the whole school during the fire drill. They moved over to where Carmen was standing, near a sewer drain, and began crowding the poor girl, getting in her face and nudging her towards the open manhole.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;They pushed her and she tripped over and fell head-first down the manhole. When they saw her falling, the girls started giggling and when Carmen’s name was called out, they shouted “She’s down in the sewer!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;All of the other students began laughing. But when the teachers looked down the manhole and saw Carmen’s body lying at the bottom in the muck and the poop, the laughter abruptly stopped. Her head was twisted around at an odd angle and her face was covered in blood. Worse still, she wasn’t moving.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;There was nothing any of the teachers could do for her. Carmen was dead. When the police arrived and went down into the sewer, they determined that she had broken her neck. Her face had been torn off when she hit the ladder on the way down and her neck snapped when she landed on her head on the concrete at the bottom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The police hauled Carmen’s body out of the sewer and sent her to the mortuary. Everyone had to stay behind after school while the police questioned all of Carmen’s classmates. The five girls lied to the police, saying they had witnessed Carmen falling down the sewer. The police believed the girls and Carmen Winstead’s death was ruled an accident and the case was closed. Everyone thought that was the last they would hear of Carmen Winstead, but they were wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Months later, Carmen’s classmates began receiving strange e-mails on their MySpaces. The e-mails were titled “They Pushed Her” and claimed that Carmen hadn’t really fallen down the sewer, she had been pushed. The e-mails also warned that the guilty people should own up and take responsibility for their crime. If they didn’t there would be horrible consequences. Most people dismissed the e-mails as a hoax, but others were not so sure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;A few days later, one of the girls who pushed Carmen down the sewer was at home taking a shower, when she heard a strange cackling laugh. It seemed to be coming from the drain. The girl started to freak out and ran out of the bathroom. That night, the girl said goodnight to her mom and went to sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Five hours later, her mom was awoken in the middle of the night, by a loud noise that resounded throughout the house. She ran into her daughter’s room, only to find it empty. There was no trace of the girl. The worried mother called the police and when they arrived, they conducted a search of the area. Eventually, they discovered the girl’s grisly remains.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her corpse was lying in the sewer, covered in muck and poop. Her neck was broken and her face missing. It had been completely torn off. One by one, all of the girls who pushed Carmen that day were found dead. They had all been killed in exactly the same way and were all found at exactly the same spot. In the sewer at the bottom of the same uncovered manhole where Carmen had met her doom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the killing didn’t stop there. More and more of Carmen’s former classmates were found dead. It seemed that anyone who didn’t believe that Carmen had been pushed, was eventually found down in the sewer with their necks broken and their faces torn off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;They say that Carmen’s ghost is still on the rampage, hunting down anyone who doesn’t believe her story. According to the legend, Carmen will get you, whether it’s from a toilet, a shower, a sink or a drain. When you go to sleep, you’ll wake up in the sewer, in complete darkness, paralyzed, unable to move, hearing cackling laughter all around you. Then, as you scream in horror, Carmen will come and tear your face off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;So be careful who you bully, because you just might find yourself on the receiving end of the curse of Carmen Winstead.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yeah I know it's a freaking long story to read, but I actually read it all because it was kinda interesting. Though it may not scare you at first, (maybe) here's a picture that will! &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://www.scaryforkids.com/pics/carmen-winstead.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Wooh this pic is just awesome! Haha Carmen's gonna getcha! Rawr &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Story taken from: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scaryforkids.com/carmen-winstead/"&gt;http://www.scaryforkids.com/carmen-winstead/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-2074011835089363543?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/2074011835089363543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/12/story-of-carmen-winstead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/2074011835089363543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/2074011835089363543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/12/story-of-carmen-winstead.html' title='Story of Carmen Winstead'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-3276239858452969665</id><published>2009-12-01T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:01.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day in Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Today I had to wake up early as my family wanted to go Gurney. Their plan was to have lunch there and watch the newly released movie, New Moon. As I wasn't watching, I bring my sister's lappy along. First, we were in quite a hurry since we bought the tickets at about 1.40pm and the movie starts at 2.30 and we haven't had lunch yet. Since we couldn't think of any fast and easy restaurant to dine at, we chose the restaurant which we were standing next to. Pastamania! The name tells it all - it sells pasta lol. It has many other food as well like pizzas, spaghetti, etc. We just ordered a beef lasagna, buttered rice with fillet fish and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Linguine" title="Linguine" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Linguine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(A type of spaghetti). Forgot to take pics by the way. Ate it all within 20 minutes and rushed down to buy a USB mouse for the lappy. Not that we don't have it, but my father took it as he doesn't have one. == &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Moving on, we went our separate ways when the movie was about to begin. They went to the cinemas and I went straight down to Starbucks. Open the lappy, and internet, here I come! =D After awhile, my friend Win Sern came online and we played &lt;a href="http://www.isketch.net/"&gt;iSketch&lt;/a&gt;. Few minutes later, Max came online and we decided to play DotA. Luckily my Garena started working and updated. Played a round of wtf mode and I lagged so badly that I see from frame to frame instead of it moving. I go disconnected shortly. == Screw Starbuck's Wi-Fi. I connected to Winter Warmer's Wi-Fi instead. And the game was so smooth that it felt like playing in a Cyber Cafe. Wee Liam, who was there watching New Moon with Bryant and Kian Cheong came to visit me and left in like 3 minutes since Wee Liam had some '&lt;i&gt;business'&lt;/i&gt; to do. Sat there for about 4 whole hours and went to find my mum. Went back after that as there was nothing else to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-3276239858452969665?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/3276239858452969665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-day-in-starbucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3276239858452969665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3276239858452969665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-day-in-starbucks.html' title='Another Day in Starbucks'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-9136820823517923974</id><published>2009-11-25T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:01.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pyramix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Pyramix is basically a Rubik's in a shape of a pyramid. It looked kinda hard in the beginning but it's actually really easy once you toy with it awhile. I got the pyramix the same time i got my mirror cubie but the cubie looked so much more interesting, so i just had to try it first. xD After mastering the cubie, I finally decide to work on the Pyramix. First, I tried looking for a guide to solve it. But I end up getting more confused than I already was. @_@ I tried solving it myself, and with little effort, I solve it in like 5 minutes. == When the guide shows you 12 freaking steps and over 15 solutions to solve it, I only used 2 solutions to solve it. Screw you, guides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/Pyramix.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is how a Pyramix looks like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/PyramixShuffled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And this! Is how it looks like when scrambled. Looks confusing, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;once you understand the concept, it's a piece of cake! ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's all i'm gonna write for today. It's exactly 3 in the morning so my brain isn't functioning very well. Gonna be off to bed in a few minutes. Nights people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-9136820823517923974?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/9136820823517923974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/11/pyramix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/9136820823517923974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/9136820823517923974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/11/pyramix.html' title='The Pyramix'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-5992956672982663735</id><published>2009-11-22T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:01.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror mirror on the Rubik's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;After mastering the 3x3x3 rubik's cube, I had nothing much left to do other than keep doing it over and over again. Well it was getting a little boring. Then a friend of mine suggested to try on other types of rubik's so I did. Since it was something that really caught my interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;First off, there's this! The mirror cube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/Mirror-Cube.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is how the mirror cube looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/Mirror-Cube-Shuffled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And THIS, is how it looks like when scrambled. It's pure holyshit-ness. @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ever wondered why it's called "Mirror" Cube? I don't know. Perhaps it's because it actually acts like a mirror. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/Mirror-Cube-Reflection.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Turtle: "Who are you?? Why are you staring at me?? O.o"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That's all for now. Shall be updating on the Pyramid Cube once I learn how to solve it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-5992956672982663735?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/5992956672982663735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/11/mirror-mirror-on-rubik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/5992956672982663735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/5992956672982663735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/11/mirror-mirror-on-rubik.html' title='Mirror mirror on the Rubik&amp;#39;s'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-1256606805693280333</id><published>2009-11-20T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:01.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Events in the Last 3 (Updated) Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now I finally have the mood to continue writing. Well actually I wanted to write about yesterday and the day before that but I got lazy so I shall just write it now. ;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Wednesday, 18 November 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I knew that today would be an extremely boring day since there will be no classes, teacher wouldn't even come in, and we can't do anything. I came on that day just because they were handing out form 3 textbooks. If not, surely I won't be there. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Since it was gonna be very boring, I decided to bring my rubik's cube along to play. It certainly did took out some boredom. My friends later wants to play with it so I just lend it to them. All of a sudden, I see about 3 prefects walking towards our class with a rubik's in their hand. I quickly inform my friend and ask him to hide it. He immediately threw the rubik's inside a desk where he was sitting just to find there was none at all. @_@ The rubik's just dropped to the ground, then I picked it up kept it in my friend's bag and just. Well. Acted dumb. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The prefect kept asking who was the one with the rubik's just then but no one answered. Guess everyone acted dumb as well. xD The prefects eventually gave up without attempting to search the entire class. Phew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Thursday,  19th November 2009  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Today, I skipped school since me and my friends planned to go gurney. Woke up early, fetch my friend, Max, and went there straight away. Soon after, Yuven arrived and we went to buy the tickets for the movie. We got RM6 since we had student card but Wee Liam had to pay RM10 since his student card weren't there at the moment. Spend the whole day watching movie, helping yuven search for his mouse and headphone and followed max looking for things to buy for his special someone. Nothin much today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;Friday, 20th November 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well today was the last day of school. Actually I didn't feel like going at first, but it was the last day anyways. And teacher's treating us to domino's pizza. It'll be stupid to miss that! x) First off, same Friday activity - having P.J. playing soccer. And injured my knee in the process. @_@ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After recess, waited for the teacher for about half an hour until she finally came in class with 14 boxes of pizzas. Woohh. Well, we did not manage to finish all of it for some reasons. My classmate, Wan, decided to take a whole box of leftover back and some other students did too. There was quite a lot of leftovers. That's all I have to say about today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-1256606805693280333?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/1256606805693280333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/11/events-in-last-3-updated-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/1256606805693280333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/1256606805693280333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/11/events-in-last-3-updated-days.html' title='Events in the Last 3 (Updated) Days'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-6440419190963353217</id><published>2009-11-09T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:01.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Times in Rapid Bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I've been riding Rapid Bus for quite some time now, since 2 years ago when I was 12 years old. And i'm still riding it very oftenly. Used it almost everyday after school to go back home and sometimes going outing. This post is about all the bloody situations I faced since I started riding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Situation 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When I was taking the bus from the bus terminal in Komtar to my swimming training in Permata, there was this old lady walking around in the bus. She was poorly dressed and was asking around before the bus left. And she came up to me. Immediately, I could smell the awful cigarette stench all over her breath and body. She Came up to me and asked, "Do you have some money? I want to buy a tin of &lt;i&gt;milo &lt;/i&gt;for the orphans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Okay. First of all, you dressed up like a begger. Second, you smell of cigarette. Third, you're asking for money to buy &lt;i&gt;milo&lt;/i&gt; for the orphans? How pathetic can your excuse be?  Money to buy milo? Or money to buy more cigarettes or &lt;i&gt;drugs&lt;/i&gt; to screw yourself with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So i decided to say no without hesitation and just ignore her. She continue begging and persuading eventually making an uproar inside the bus. And everyone was like staring. Just awesome. Made me feel like some idiot who owe her money. Finally, she left as the bus was about to depart. Phew. But come on? Nowadays people are educated and wouldn't be so stupid. No one would be a total idiot giving money to others that looked like some begger desperately begging for money. In exception to a friend of mine who gave more than what the begger asked for. No, he's not super kind, just plain dumb lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Situation 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This was yet one of my worst experience in the bus. It's unimaginable and I for one, never thought it would happen especially to me. == This time, I was riding the bus to &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pfs.edu.my/"&gt;Penang Free School&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;to attend for the &lt;i&gt;Raptai Sukan. &lt;/i&gt;When I enter the bus, there was no place left to seat, except one place at the end of the bus which i rarely ever seat. But hey, I decided to go for it. What's there to lose? So that was what i thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After a few stops, there was this Malay guy, who looked cool and stuff; wearing sunglasses, modern outfit (with a jacket? can't remember =P) etc. As the guy seating beside me left at that stop, that Malay guy walked straight to the seat beside me and sat. Well it wasn't so bad in the beginning but guess what? He friggin place his arm across my shoulder as if i'm his close friend. I'm like wtf? He smiles at me then asked me, "Hey, my friend's having a birthday party. Wanna come?" Oh come on. Trying to pull off an abduction in the public? Obviously i decline. He started to become gay and kept shaking and touching my arm persuading me to go, goddamn molesting me in the process. What are you, pedophile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/PedoMalay-in-Rapid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The pedophile arse is running towards me! Ahhhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It was getting ridiculous as he keeps getting closer to me. Well I was lucky my stop is almost there, and i smacked his hand away, pulled my bag and walked away to the exit. If it's not for my pride, dude, i'll screw you up good in front of the public. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Situation 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the situations that really pissed me off. Okay, when I was going back to home from school, I sat near an old lady. And soon after, she begin asking me a question. I don't know what the hell was she asking since she was talking in such a manner that no one would eventually understand. Since I didn't understand what she was saying, I tried to be polite and replied, excuse me? She gave a sigh and answered, "Go school also don't know what's post office ah?!" THAT, was just unnecessary and absurd. It was not my fault for not understanding alien language. Furthermore, she need not shout so loud that everyone eventually gave a stare. That was just insulting. I could have just explained that I did not understand her, but then I didn't. Why? I don't wanna waste my time and breath on an old hag like her. People wouldn't even think i'm stupid that I was accused not knowing what's a post office, people would think SHE's a retard for even bringing up such bullshit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lady, before asking people questions, try recording your voice and listen to it next day. You wouldn't even know what screwed up monstrous beast is emitting it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-6440419190963353217?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/6440419190963353217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-times-in-rapid-bus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6440419190963353217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6440419190963353217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-times-in-rapid-bus.html' title='Bad Times in Rapid Bus'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-8171037707685027695</id><published>2009-10-18T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:01.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish in a Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Okay this is just a short post about something unusual i see today. My dad bought some fish from Kedah when he went there and brought it back. The fish was actually kinda big. Imagine your arm stretched wide and that will be the size of the fish. But of course, the fish is fatter. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When my mum was cutting the fish and getting rid of all the scales and organs, my mum saw something unusual in the fish's mouth. And when my mum opened up the mouth, this is what we saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00419c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00416c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lookie here. A smaller fish in between the fish's throat and the stomach. Either it was half-way eating it or it got choked to death. &lt;/span&gt;Or it was the fish monger's idea of a free gift. But it was too disgusting to eat as the whole fish was slimey when we pulled it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00420c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh Look! The fish is still in one piece! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2838362150246568108-8171037707685027695?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/8171037707685027695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/10/fish-in-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8171037707685027695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/8171037707685027695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/10/fish-in-fish.html' title='Fish in a Fish'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-2817398293531971716</id><published>2009-10-15T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:01.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet Bowls Layout No More!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since i got nothing to do at the moment, i thought, "Hey! Why not I spend my time making my layout look nicer?" So I did. No, actually that's not exactly the reason. =P Well when I look at my blog, it's like looking at some clogged-up toilet bowl with blue and black debris all over it, and an idiotic looking snowman made of poop sticking out of it. Which had exactly nothing to do with my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since 'someone' would not bother helping me with the layout, i spent hours figuring how the coding works. Yeah and that was only 'figuring part'. After I got a little hang on it, I try experimenting with all sorts of layout but sadly all ended up worst then toilet bowls. Then i thought i'd just make it as simple as possible and black was on my mind at the moment, so black background it is! And when I thought of black, i thought of my so-called logo. You may have thought, what the heck is that crap up there? Well THAT's the logo. It's actually more squarish but since the banner up there must be wide, i stretched it. It may look like crap, but at least it served it's purpose. ;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moving on, after adding all the HTML and CSS codings are done, I decided to add some gadgets, as 'someone' desperately asked me to do it. I just randomly selected two gadgets and added them. First, there's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Picture of the Week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I've decided to randomly add a picture there every week for the sake of making the layout more fancy. Whatever that comes to my mind on that day, i'll just google that thing, and add whatever google displays for me. For now, and for no reason, mouse just came to my mind. So I just google it and found this cute little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next there's the poll. Actually the first thing that comes to my mind about polls was, "Oh wow a poll! Interesting. I can get people's opinion through this!" But polls are just not working with me. Never had I had a good experience with polls. Why? No one gives a damn about the poll there. Therefore, after months and months of waiting, you would only see like 3 votes. But hey, what else are there to put? Poll it is then! Also for the sake of having at least something in my blog!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-2817398293531971716?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/2817398293531971716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/10/toilet-bowls-layout-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/2817398293531971716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/2817398293531971716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/10/toilet-bowls-layout-no-more.html' title='Toilet Bowls Layout No More!'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-2043540558187906941</id><published>2009-10-11T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:01.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle's Wedding Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday was my uncle's Wedding Day. It was a 10/10/09, purposely made it on a special date i suppose. =P Well it could be 10/10/10 but it was way to long. Another 365 days to be precise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, let's start on the day before the wedding. On that day, I had to wake up early to go my grandparent's house. My sisters were already somewhere having manicure and pedicure, so it's just my parents and I just had Dim Sum for breakfast. Luckily there was a place to park since that place is actually really famous. At around 11am, i reached my grandparent's house and the first thing i did was, using the lappy! Of course greeting people comes first, but i guess its not an importnat first. My uncle was already there at that time but his fiancee wasn't. It's like a tradition that the couple musn't meet each other on the eve of the wedding. I practically spent my entire time using the lappy since there was nothing else to do. Had chicken rice for lunch though it wasn't very appetizing as the rice was rock hard. == &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For dinner, my grandparents hired some guy for a personal buffet. There were fried rice, mee, and more mee. Typical chinese buffet food. After dindin, more time was spent using lappy! =D Since there was nothing much to do, I decided to show my sister some funny videos my friend showed me before. We watch random videos 'till 1am where all the guest had already finished their money gambling. (or earning some) Finally get to sleep an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCcCzj_yRtk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCcCzj_yRtk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This was the first vid that i showed them since there was no one around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Warning &lt;/span&gt;- This video contains vulgarity) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/98vZuid_744&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/98vZuid_744&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This was the video that made my sister laughed till she fell down. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V55Zq5whVCI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V55Zq5whVCI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh and this random video that is actually quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thought i'd share some video with you guys. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast-forward the time by 6 hours and you'll find that I have to wake up early again. Even though I slept so late last night. So my eyes were all blurr and my brain wasn't even functioning. Walked to the bath like a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we're all ready, we head straight to the bride's house where i we just left my sisters there since one of my sister was the bride's maid. Then we head to my grandparent's house once again. We had breakfast there which was another buffet. Same old same old food again though there was only plain rice this time. With curry, eggs, etc. Now that i've finished eating, time for lappy again. Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, the bride finally arrived! And tea was served to the elders. This is also a tradition practiced by almost all chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00331c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/IMG_2593c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/IMG_2596c-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were also "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kauwhin Kuih&lt;/span&gt;" which is some sweet dessert served with "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya paste" &lt;/span&gt;and also some served with grounded nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00322c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00323c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00319c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And here's my cousin toying around with the Kaya Paste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After this, I went back home to take a bath and prepare to go for the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a hotel which i forget what name was it and had dinner there. A lot of people went, as in 10 people per table and there was like 40 tables. Basically the whole place was overcrowded. I arrived there at 6.00pm but the dinner starts at 8.00pm, so i rotted for another 2 hours before the dinner starts. Well it was actually more than 2 hours since this is Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating and all, it was finally time for the wedding ceremony! They popped wine and pour it down a tower of glasses and drank the first two cup. And my uncle was suppose to give a speech after that, but as expected, he's not the kind of guy who has many things to say. He skipped to the toasting part in like 10 seconds and the whole crowd go, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yuuuuuuuummmmm.... Seng!&lt;/span&gt;" (It would also mean Cheers! in English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="pb" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx343/benjaminL95/DSC00369c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He sang for the bride after that. How sweet. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was the end of everything after that. Everyone went home and we went home after everyone left. The end of the ceremony means the beginning of another new life. Have a great life and congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-2043540558187906941?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/2043540558187906941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/10/uncle-wedding-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/2043540558187906941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/2043540558187906941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/10/uncle-wedding-day.html' title='Uncle&amp;#39;s Wedding Day'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-3110703217294060039</id><published>2009-10-08T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:01.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what people do when Accidents Occur</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just when I was home halfway eating and opening my computer, i heard a small bang. Well the first thing that comes to my mind is that perhaps an accident occured. Whenever there's a bigger bang sound, it's just fireworks or some stuff. == So i decided to check it out. Opened my curtains to find out that an accident really DID occured! At first i thought it was just a minor accident but the longer I look at the incident, the more serious it gets. Not that I was heartless not to call an ambulance but I already saw some guy holding out his phone. I suppose someone already called. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, more people start to gather there. As what Malaysians do best, we gather there and stare at the victim of the accident who got badly injured doing nothing. By "we" i don't mean myself. I was busy having my lunch anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Ss3IC8itG_I/AAAAAAAAACI/Wyj3ButV5WI/s1600-h/DSC00300c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Ss3IC8itG_I/AAAAAAAAACI/Wyj3ButV5WI/s320/DSC00300c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390184281969335282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was the best picture I could take since I was kinda far away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Few minutes later, ambulance arrived and carried the guy away. With that, everyone else move away. and continue to wherever they're going. They're just here to see people suffer. Not helping him at all. Wouldn't blame them for not having the knowledge for first aid, but come on! At least don't just stand there parking your car anywhere you like just to watch people suffering. You're blocking the friggin road. ==&lt;/span&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/2838362150246568108-3110703217294060039?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/3110703217294060039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-what-people-do-when-accidents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3110703217294060039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/3110703217294060039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-what-people-do-when-accidents.html' title='That&amp;#39;s what people do when Accidents Occur'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Ss3IC8itG_I/AAAAAAAAACI/Wyj3ButV5WI/s72-c/DSC00300c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-4370724420046693700</id><published>2009-10-03T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:01.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole day out sitting in Starbucks  @_@</title><content type='html'>Spent my whole day from morning to midnight outside the house and in my relatives house today. Was forced to wake up at 10am but i slept back and was called again later on. == Went and have breakfast at a chicken rice stall in Seberang Prai, which took us about an hour journey because my dad "forgotten" the roads there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, or maybe its considered brunch, =P we went Sunway Complex. Basicly i couldn't walk much because i just strained my ankle yesterday. Could barely even stand actually. So i just sat at Starbucks with my sister. Planned to go online but the Wi-Fi didn'y work. Screw it. Just outside of Starbucks, there was some indian painting on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/SseXLkX017I/AAAAAAAAABo/TXZOJngQnnA/s1600-h/DSC00189%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/SseXLkX017I/AAAAAAAAABo/TXZOJngQnnA/s320/DSC00189%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388441704170051506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone gathered there to take pics. So i decided to do so myself =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After sitting in Starbucks for so long, finally at long last, my parents decided to leave Sunway. I thought we would be heading off to my cousin's house already since that was our original plan. But then we went to Aeon Shopping Complex instead. Great, more walking. We were actually here just to get the pepper grinder that my mum wanted so much. Since i couldn't walk much, my dad decided to find a place and sit with me. Guess what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; up spending another hour or more sitting at none other than, Starbucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/SseZ6IaIVBI/AAAAAAAAABw/kZD_rwETvFY/s1600-h/Starbucks-Coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/SseZ6IaIVBI/AAAAAAAAABw/kZD_rwETvFY/s320/Starbucks-Coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388444703140631570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is just some random pic of Starbucks actually xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then i thought, i can finally go online! To my disappointment, even THIS Starbuck's Wi-Fi is not working. == So i decided to play some random fish-massacre game in my phone to fill in time. I stopped after awhile as i was afraid that the battery wil dry. And i continue to rot. And amazingly, i fell asleep in. In Starbucks. == At this moment, i began to wonder what happen to just getting the pepper grinder. After some time, my mum came back and we went to a tea shop and wasted another half an hour there. Before leaving the complex, we bought some cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/SsecAMj-K9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/qHw2bFUYllg/s1600-h/DSC00282%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/SsecAMj-K9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/qHw2bFUYllg/s320/DSC00282%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388447006358121426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looked famous since there was so many of 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sseclb_Y5AI/AAAAAAAAACA/DS9XsBFH0L0/s1600-h/DSC00284%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sseclb_Y5AI/AAAAAAAAACA/DS9XsBFH0L0/s320/DSC00284%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388447646154810370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saw some cute looking buns there too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a whole day of walking, actually sitting, we finally go to their house. There, we had dinner and some jelly for dessert. Watched Final Destination 3 and seriously, it's kinda boring. So i just play some computer games with my cousin. More precisely, played DotA. Since he insisted and i haven't played with them before. Went back home at 1 and reached at 2. @_@ and finally its home sweet home!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and Win Sern, one day you shall help me with the layout. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-4370724420046693700?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/4370724420046693700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/10/whole-day-out-sitting-in-starbucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/4370724420046693700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/4370724420046693700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/10/whole-day-out-sitting-in-starbucks.html' title='Whole day out sitting in Starbucks  @_@'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/SseXLkX017I/AAAAAAAAABo/TXZOJngQnnA/s72-c/DSC00189%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-2194199779117909053</id><published>2009-09-25T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:01.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed @_@</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh god i just screwed up my entire layout. Gotta start back from square one. Ishh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bear with me with this shitty layout for a moment... ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-2194199779117909053?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/2194199779117909053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/09/screwed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/2194199779117909053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/2194199779117909053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/09/screwed.html' title='Screwed @_@'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-6763393406982295431</id><published>2009-09-25T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:01.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang Hill Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday my friends, Max and Win Sern to be exact, and I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ent to Penang Hills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actually it was 2 days ago instead of yesterday but i just started writing this late at night. We were actually going with another 2 of my friends but in t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he end they couldn't make it. So its us three again. As Usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A day before we went there, we went to Max's house and ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;d a sleep over. It was again, a last minute planning. It seems more convenient and fun to stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;over and go Penang Hills together as he's house is quite near. I finally rushed to his house at around 10 after being rushed by the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;m through skype. And also hearing their lau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ght&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;er every 3 seconds watching some random videos. ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After i reach there, we went for supper in a coffee shop nearby and on our way back, we saw some puppies. The puppies was actually kinda cute. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sr0EupuoyaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AGeZY9XXfgo/s1600-h/DSC00189c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sr0EupuoyaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AGeZY9XXfgo/s320/DSC00189c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385465928926939554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right after taking this shot, we saw another dog staring at us as if it was gonna attack. Of course, we back out immediately from the puppies knowing it was the mum. The mum barked at us and we just slowly walk out of the way hoping it wouldn't chase us. Win Sern was scared as hell. Somehow he has bad memories with dogs. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's cut to the chase. So here we are, at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Station in Penang Hills getting the tickets. We bought the tickets at 1pm and found out that the earliest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; depar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ture would be at 2.30pm. Okay so we rot at the station for a few moments taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sr0HywFWeCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/in1OTHuC2hk/s1600-h/IMG_8706-%28Large%29c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sr0HywFWeCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/in1OTHuC2hk/s320/IMG_8706-%28Large%29c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385469297887180834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And since we had nothing to do, we decided to walk to Asia Cafe which is a 10 minutes walk from Penang Hill thinking that there was Wi-Fi service there as told by Max. After the tiring walk there, we found out that there was no Wi-Fi serivce at all. == Yeahh thanks a lot, Max. So after Max finishes his drink, we went back to the station and waited another 20 minutes for the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, it was time to go up! Train's here at lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ng last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sr0K-2A9ENI/AAAAAAAAAA4/t9ZDcq3hHqw/s1600-h/DSC00204c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sr0K-2A9ENI/AAAAAAAAAA4/t9ZDcq3hHqw/s320/DSC00204c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385472804172665042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This train was actually a disappointment since the other people all rushed in and cut our line, therefore all the seats are taken &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And after the second train came, we finally get to go on board. It was about a 30 minutes trip from the first station to the mid station and finally to the top. It was actually a short trip. Why did it take a whole 30 minutes? The train was moving at a speed about 20km/h. == At least we get to enjoy the scenery of trees trees and more trees. Not so bad eh?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first thing we do when we're there was looking at the big old telescop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e. Max w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as actually the first one to snatch it and have a look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sr0Sbu9JlpI/AAAAAAAAABA/T26bMbiPf0Y/s1600-h/IMG_8837-%28Large%29c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sr0Sbu9JlpI/AAAAAAAAABA/T26bMbiPf0Y/s320/IMG_8837-%28Large%29c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385480997075261074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There's actually a slot for inserting coin to use it but we didn't notice it until after using it.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what's the slot for. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The scenery from the top is splendid. The ocean looks a lot cleaner for some reasons. We could even see our school field which was the one and only field visible from there other than that deserted looking field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sr0T7dVrx8I/AAAAAAAAABI/EyCUDU_OSXY/s1600-h/DSC00225c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sr0T7dVrx8I/AAAAAAAAABI/EyCUDU_OSXY/s320/DSC00225c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385482641613768642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sr0U23K5_II/AAAAAAAAABQ/wAUyhi7vqwc/s1600-h/DSC00231c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sr0U23K5_II/AAAAAAAAABQ/wAUyhi7vqwc/s320/DSC00231c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385483662160166018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We wasted several minutes waiting for the guy in charge of the bicycle to show up but eventually after waiting for more than half an hour, we decided to go to a nearby cafe for a drink. I just burned RM2.00 for a can of 100 plus. Great. And while i'm there burning a hole in my pocket, the guy in charge went away again. What a nice way to start the day there. Luckily the guy came back and we managed to rent some bicycles and cycle our way around the hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sr0WJ1LTRKI/AAAAAAAAABY/KDQf_7qQAxY/s1600-h/IMG_8786-%28Large%29c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sr0WJ1LTRKI/AAAAAAAAABY/KDQf_7qQAxY/s320/IMG_8786-%28Large%29c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385485087554094242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Woohoo he found this tree on the way and decided to climb on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After cycling to the seemingly ending path, we turned back as the route seems to be much deserted. It was a lot nicer to zoom down the hills than to cycle up it. It took a lot out of us to cycle all the way back and Win Sern got completely exhausted and walk along with the bicycle instead of riding on it. (Darn didn't took a photo of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the cafe again and help ourself to so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me laksa and enjoyed coconuts. When I was drinking the coconuts, i never knew that i was so thirsty that i would suck out so much of the water in such a short time. But soon i notice it was the coconut that is leaking. Damn i have such great experiences at thsi cafe... So i decided to quickly drink everything to prevent anymore of the juice to leak out. After eating the laksa, i complained to the auntie that the coconut was leaking (in a nice way of course ;]) and she replaced it with a gigantic super-sized coconut free of charge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sr0YsXwCMEI/AAAAAAAAABg/7dr57N6iaPg/s1600-h/DSC00239c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sr0YsXwCMEI/AAAAAAAAABg/7dr57N6iaPg/s320/DSC00239c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385487879973777474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; That's pretty much what we did on this trip. After the meal, we went straight back to the station just to know that we missed the train right on time. We waited another 30 minutes for the 2nd train and finally got down. It sure was an exhausting day walking around. When i got back, i slept at 9.30pm. Which is the earliest time i have slept in more than a year. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838362150246568108-6763393406982295431?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/6763393406982295431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/09/penang-hill-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6763393406982295431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/6763393406982295431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/09/penang-hill-visit.html' title='Penang Hill Visit'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYtlbGtpjD8/Sr0EupuoyaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AGeZY9XXfgo/s72-c/DSC00189c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-1871088828749273837</id><published>2009-09-03T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:01.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urghh Layout...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've been having problems with layout designing currently. Spent about 3 or 4 hours experimenting with the CSS and HTML codes and in the end, i've suceed in some parts. But failed miserably in most parts. == At least I have something now. A snowman. A freaky looking, handless snowman with a unicorn's horn for his nose. Wonderful, no? Anyways, i'm still far from perfecting the layout but this will do for now. Continue any longer and my brain is gonna burst into a few million pieces in my skull.&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/2838362150246568108-1871088828749273837?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/1871088828749273837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/09/urghh-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/1871088828749273837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/1871088828749273837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/09/urghh-layout.html' title='Urghh Layout...'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838362150246568108.post-4913048849225203980</id><published>2009-09-01T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:39:02.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day in the World of Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I finally decided to start blogging and what better place to start off then Blogspot? Well actually no. I didn't decide to start blogging until my friend here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://wsern.blogspot.com/"&gt;Win Sern&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; persuaded me to do so. Actually he even write about it in his blog. == Usually i wouldn't get persuaded but somehow he suceed to do so. How? He said he'll show me some crappy trick in msn if I make a blog. Yes, as simple as that. But I used to want to create a blog long before this but in the end I gave up. Heh, it's never too late to start now i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now I know this is very empty and no layout or anything yet, but i'll work on that as soon as possible. ;)&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/2838362150246568108-4913048849225203980?l=benjaminl25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/feeds/4913048849225203980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-in-world-of-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/4913048849225203980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838362150246568108/posts/default/4913048849225203980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminl25.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-in-world-of-blog.html' title='First Day in the World of Blog'/><author><name>Benjamin Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867032601514178654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_Vohulblhs/TmyKSz4WJQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D40xYHSanO4/s220/alt-Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
