tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8527697580339526742012-02-16T11:22:05.237-08:00Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.comBlogger1161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-59164914872703172672009-07-01T05:55:00.000-07:002009-07-01T06:08:39.754-07:004 papers down 1 more to go.<br />Feels sort of weird, like what to do after the exams are over.<br />Study some more....? <br />Funny thing was during the preparation for JCTs, i could think of 10 other things i wanted to do right now, that was more important than studying but as i approach the end of JCT, just feels kinda lost. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Wanna go back to being me.<br />People change don't they? <br />But they don't have to.<br />Shouldn't have to<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-5916491487270317267?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-3881141435883693762009-06-04T01:57:00.000-07:002009-06-04T02:12:26.179-07:00Nothing quite contrast as well as,<br />black and white;<br />truth and lies;<br />day and night;<br />me and you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-388114143588369376?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-11748373340160110522009-05-23T07:04:00.000-07:002009-05-23T07:26:02.976-07:00I always thought separate was spelt with an "E" in the middle and not an "A". As usual i'm blogging because i am suppose to be doing work. AKA: THE FACT THAT YOU ARE READING THIS IS EQUIVELENT TO YOU DISTRACTING ME, hence to conclude inconclusively i am talking absolute rubbish.Thank you for giving away 60 seconds of your life to processing the above statements. <br /><br />It is clearly obvious that months of blogging, i mean not blogging, has not done much for my social skills as well as my spelling.I do not blog because i find it rather meaningless to rant about daily events, which is ironical since i have been doing that for my past few post. Interesting events tend to involve people subjected to some form of humiliation. This speaks volumes about my interest. Hence, it would best for me to not blog about interesting events. If you fear for my safety you did encourage me to persist in what I am doing, however it is clear that not everyone, few to be more precise, are as concerned about my safety as I am. <br /><br />By now you should be close to falling asleep, since you have not been able to squeeze any information out of my post about the naughty things i have been doing. Technically that would not be true since one of my favourite naughty thing is to make people read my overly long boring post in my bad spelling in all it's glory. <br /><br />I am 17 year old boring,b-rocrastinating,b-leepy,b-aughty,b-itchy Ben. Oops the last one was suppose to be itchy, as I have yet to perform what is known by most hygenic people as the time-wasting, temporal-odour-removing cleansing ritual: bathing. ;><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-1174837334016011052?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-81898758293491233002009-04-05T01:22:00.000-07:002009-04-05T01:24:15.045-07:00I HAVE RETURNED! AFTER A LONNNGG TIME! I NOW HAVE A FACE BOOK ACCOUNT THANKS TO MY FRIEND! Nothing much to blog about... haha. All the best to your studies!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-8189875829349123300?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-91337811837749875762009-02-08T02:19:00.000-08:002009-02-08T02:38:33.279-08:00<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Just finished the vertical marathon. 60 stories. FUN. HAHA. I want to thank God for seeing me through, and providing me with friends to finish it with. <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Very encouraged by Padmini's comments, i shall post another poem i wrote in sec 3. <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The Excuses for War</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> <br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Peace!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">You insist!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To prevent war!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Nukes, claiming you saw!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> <br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Revenge!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I’ll avenge;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The silent dead!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Every single innocent head!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> <br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Liberation!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">From occupation!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Ironically they claim:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Not under foreign reign!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> <br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Excuses!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Absolutely ridiculous,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Are your claims!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Money’s sake, inflicting pain!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> <br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Price!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Is lives!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Families are broken!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Sons taken, Homes forsaken!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> <br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Prize!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">All eyes!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">On self profit</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Manipulating facts as they see fit</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> <br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Forgery,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And bribery!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We see lies,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Soon, this nation’s demise!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> <br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Bequeathed!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Unwilling gift!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Gold and ore!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Their nation’s pride sore!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> <br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">These are the reasons for war!</span></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-9133781183774987576?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-52497572487430046342009-02-02T03:00:00.000-08:002009-02-02T03:21:15.377-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SYbSpNPWU6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/NDQohX64k5w/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SYbSpNPWU6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/NDQohX64k5w/s320/DSC00486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298153617018475426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />TWENTY ZERO 8 DAY. ON THE 20TH OF AUGUST 2008. ZWEET!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SYbThHesoEI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Q19y3F-AabA/s1600-h/P2062535.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SYbThHesoEI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Q19y3F-AabA/s320/P2062535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298154577544912962" border="0" /></a><br />ROADRUN 2008! mE, rOUND, Pang<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SYbWloIwcYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/BjCFZsTT3zc/s1600-h/P1182355.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SYbWloIwcYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/BjCFZsTT3zc/s320/P1182355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298157953565618562" border="0" /></a><br />J1 PAE that is passed<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-5249757248743004634?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-70466647901313789612009-01-12T02:03:00.000-08:002009-01-12T02:28:06.080-08:00Lets welcome ME back! <br /> <br />Me Com was away for about a month. <br />Now it's back, and i wanted to share with you all some stuff i wrote in sec 3. <br />Feel free to comment. <br /> <br />This one's called [ My "parent" loves me!] <br /> <br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/02/clip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">My “parent” loves me!<blockquote></blockquote></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">As a child</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I never knew</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">How to answer</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">How to be true<blockquote></blockquote></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">About a particular question</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span>“Do your parents love you?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">During lesson </span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Why or should I say who?<blockquote></blockquote></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Was to blame</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">No one in particular</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Maybe I’m just being lame</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">But the teacher<blockquote></blockquote></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Placed me in a spot</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A funny thought</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Questioning myself a lot</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">“Do my parents love me or not?”<blockquote></blockquote></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I stood up in class</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Unable to answer</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Finally at last</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I managed to stutter<blockquote></blockquote></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">“I don’t have parents!’</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">“Liar!” they said!</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">“I don’t have parents!”</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To me no attention was paid<blockquote></blockquote></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">After school</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I went home crying</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Looking like a fool</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I wasn’t lying<blockquote></blockquote></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Why didn’t they believe me?</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span>When what I said was true</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">That night I asked Daddy</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">What happened after he said: “I do!”<blockquote></blockquote></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">“We had you, breaking up, we had to!”</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I sobbed: “So do you love me?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">“Of course I do!”</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The next day, no longer blue<blockquote></blockquote></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I sat in class</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The teacher asked me</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I felt a must</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To answer the question again<blockquote></blockquote></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I tired to shout</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">My Daddy loves me</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">But it came out </span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">As “my parent love me”<blockquote></blockquote></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">It was wrong</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">It sounded wrong</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Now I knew</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">My parents love...that’s not true</span></p><p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /><span lang="EN-US"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /><span lang="EN-US"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /><span lang="EN-US"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I kinda was thinking about single parent kids, and whether or not they can be truly loved.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Do not mix this up with children who lose a parent due to natural causes, here my primary focus is on divorce. <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Mutual consented parting from both parents.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I was just wondering if the child would be able to grasp a concept of my father/mother loving me yet not wanting to be with my dad and me/ my mom and me.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Which all the more emphasis the church's teaching against divorce.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">But what if your spouse was abusive? Pray? <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /><span lang="EN-US"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /><span lang="EN-US"></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SWsY1oyCWtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/JHuZDyod3g8/s1600-h/DSCF0421.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SWsY1oyCWtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/JHuZDyod3g8/s320/DSCF0421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290349497036200658" border="0" /></a><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">See..thats me...looking all emo against the sun rise.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Well another post for another day, i've posted my prose writings in another link...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">oh the address: <br />www.thesunlighthurtsmyeyes.wordpress.com</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Looking forward to your comments <br /></span></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-7046664790131378961?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-78711993254136678822008-12-14T06:17:00.000-08:002008-12-14T06:28:39.885-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUXZ_z7s6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Wlnvy_as-uA/s1600-h/DSCF0551.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUXZ_z7s6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Wlnvy_as-uA/s320/DSCF0551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279651873555198882" border="0" /></a>Floating on a net attach to the yacht in the Deep Blue Sea<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUXZj8K8cI/AAAAAAAAAPs/74rY8U3ta28/s1600-h/DSCF0578.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUXZj8K8cI/AAAAAAAAAPs/74rY8U3ta28/s320/DSCF0578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279651866073559490" border="0" /></a>My sis.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUXZUNGJnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RYQeKmCWqTs/s1600-h/DSCF0614.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUXZUNGJnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RYQeKmCWqTs/s320/DSCF0614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279651861849581170" border="0" /></a>Sunset from the yacht<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUXZOK9UoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/uXxkDvN3Prs/s1600-h/DSCF0714.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUXZOK9UoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/uXxkDvN3Prs/s320/DSCF0714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279651860230001282" border="0" /></a>Monkey.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUXY9m988I/AAAAAAAAAPU/SwbxlaHrUQA/s1600-h/DSCF0768.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUXY9m988I/AAAAAAAAAPU/SwbxlaHrUQA/s320/DSCF0768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279651855784080322" border="0" /></a>Live band: Dreamwaves <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUWPA93drI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bNCVDPLgZ1Q/s1600-h/DSCF0524.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUWPA93drI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bNCVDPLgZ1Q/s320/DSCF0524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279650585375110834" border="0" /></a>On the Yacht<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUWPA93drI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bNCVDPLgZ1Q/s1600-h/DSCF0524.jpg"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUWO3q_HUI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0SNKRMVAPYs/s1600-h/DSCF0520.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUWO3q_HUI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0SNKRMVAPYs/s320/DSCF0520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279650582880001346" border="0" /></a>My mom and sis<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUWOl3TAPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MgM-16pUkBU/s1600-h/DSCF0519.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUWOl3TAPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MgM-16pUkBU/s320/DSCF0519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279650578099798258" border="0" /></a>My Dad and Sis<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUWOXYG4XI/AAAAAAAAAO0/MT9duxi6n5o/s1600-h/DSCF0518.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUWOXYG4XI/AAAAAAAAAO0/MT9duxi6n5o/s320/DSCF0518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279650574210883954" border="0" /></a>My Bro and Sis<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUWN6Xq9XI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ptFC0nFVQyw/s1600-h/DSCF0495.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUUWN6Xq9XI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ptFC0nFVQyw/s320/DSCF0495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279650566424425842" border="0" /></a>Self explanatory<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />God made it a wonderful holiday.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-7871199325413667882?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-24120154392245498852008-12-14T02:50:00.000-08:002008-12-14T03:51:25.496-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTxyyYvhjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/NadE_QBgnns/s1600-h/DSCF0489.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTxyyYvhjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/NadE_QBgnns/s320/DSCF0489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279610518006367794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTxyj9ub6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/MoDz7_r2WFA/s1600-h/DSCF0488.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTxyj9ub6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/MoDz7_r2WFA/s320/DSCF0488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279610514134953890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTxyZawYaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/g1w_FbO6jmM/s1600-h/DSCF0485.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTxyZawYaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/g1w_FbO6jmM/s320/DSCF0485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279610511303926178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTxx5zmEKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WkzUHKtwurM/s1600-h/DSCF0483.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTxx5zmEKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WkzUHKtwurM/s320/DSCF0483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279610502818173090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTxxj9D4CI/AAAAAAAAAOE/cBG2dHk24Js/s1600-h/DSCF0481.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTxxj9D4CI/AAAAAAAAAOE/cBG2dHk24Js/s320/DSCF0481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279610496952295458" border="0" /></a><br />Photos from langkawi<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTn7590TNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3mOFfNeJzt4/s1600-h/DSCF0443.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTn7590TNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3mOFfNeJzt4/s320/DSCF0443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279599679543463122" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTn7A-xg4I/AAAAAAAAANk/qg47DscI-i4/s1600-h/DSCF0422.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTn7A-xg4I/AAAAAAAAANk/qg47DscI-i4/s320/DSCF0422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279599664246653826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTn6ziRixI/AAAAAAAAANc/FK803dmznSA/s1600-h/DSCF0416.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTn6ziRixI/AAAAAAAAANc/FK803dmznSA/s320/DSCF0416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279599660637457170" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTn7ZcorpI/AAAAAAAAANs/7VZEsGCYhdA/s1600-h/DSCF0441.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTn7ZcorpI/AAAAAAAAANs/7VZEsGCYhdA/s320/DSCF0441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279599670814355090" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTn8Ji_YyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FEmG2EoAyyo/s1600-h/DSCF0452.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SUTn8Ji_YyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FEmG2EoAyyo/s320/DSCF0452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279599683725910818" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-2412015439224549885?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-35227636754867555962008-11-15T05:21:00.000-08:002008-11-15T05:34:51.511-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SR7N_3m73fI/AAAAAAAAANU/3waxgq5PHTI/s1600-h/VSA+KIDS.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SR7N_3m73fI/AAAAAAAAANU/3waxgq5PHTI/s320/VSA+KIDS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268875111212768754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SR7N_aRtPBI/AAAAAAAAANM/8SRdJ_5WtAo/s1600-h/benji,+weikang+boom.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SR7N_aRtPBI/AAAAAAAAANM/8SRdJ_5WtAo/s320/benji,+weikang+boom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268875103339101202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SR7N_Ee5tWI/AAAAAAAAANE/Xxi1PVsJ1AA/s1600-h/benji,+weikang.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SR7N_Ee5tWI/AAAAAAAAANE/Xxi1PVsJ1AA/s320/benji,+weikang.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268875097488864610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My class did CIP today.<br />Helped out at a party for special children.<br />I was assigned Wei Kang who is down-syndrome but he behaves perfectly normal.<br />Haha, it was really fun. Truthfully.<br />Photos are self-explanatory.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-3522763675486755596?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-53310494043279456082008-11-15T04:58:00.000-08:002008-11-15T05:21:31.585-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SR7IInTpFhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/KlUmpnrmNFQ/s1600-h/WhiteTigerCub.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SR7IInTpFhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/KlUmpnrmNFQ/s320/WhiteTigerCub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268868664385934866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SR7IHisHeBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xLPlsmkwPeM/s1600-h/white+lion+cubs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SR7IHisHeBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xLPlsmkwPeM/s320/white+lion+cubs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268868645966542866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SR7IIONGEOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/aB2MZeLHnaI/s1600-h/White-Bengal-Tiger-Cub--C11769353.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SR7IIONGEOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/aB2MZeLHnaI/s320/White-Bengal-Tiger-Cub--C11769353.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268868657647587554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cute right? The one with white stripes are White Lion Cubs. The two with stripes are white tiger cubs. Both don't survive in the wild, they can't camouflage so they get picked off by predators easily. The yawning tigger ain't got his teeth yet.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-5331049404327945608?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-73819381176770837872008-10-27T06:35:00.001-07:002008-10-27T06:46:07.755-07:00It's been quite a crazy year, with all the things God has done for me.<br /><br />Finding out i got into TJ for PAE, no idea why that made me happy then, despite the VJ aspirations.. ha ha dumb dumb me..<br /><br />Finding out AJAY was gonna be in TJ with me...totally weird, but grateful none-the-less. Since I'm not too good with mixing around, having Ajay for company really helped alot.<br /><br />Then i got kicked out and it took Matt to convince me to go back. And i did my last minute appeal thing..to cut a long story short. It really sucked at some parts of this year, REALLY SUCKED. But you know when things are headed for the shit. God has long already fitted it into some "no-way-you-ever-dreamed-of-kinda-plan", and seriously i thank God for the crisis, for the suckish parts of life..because it just brings me closer to him, my family, my friends. <br /><br /><br />Now when I'm stuck here thinking of you, i realise God already has a plan that might not necessarily involve you, though hopefully it does.<br /><br />&amp; it's a good plan<br />definitely a good plan.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-7381938117677083787?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-58685568110131868702008-10-18T22:55:00.000-07:002008-10-18T23:19:25.380-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SPrMNBbIuII/AAAAAAAAAMA/wUVhj8wf0zE/s1600-h/Puppy_Love.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SPrMNBbIuII/AAAAAAAAAMA/wUVhj8wf0zE/s320/Puppy_Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258740039001094274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It's getting a lil' too crowded<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SPrMNWr40iI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8AZhDf-gw5Y/s1600-h/C2051875.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SPrMNWr40iI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8AZhDf-gw5Y/s320/C2051875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258740044708500002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tadah! Teamwork!<br /><br /><br /><br />The pictures cute hor?<br /><br />Anyways i forgot to do a birthday post.<br />OK so on the 9th October 2008, Thursday.<br />In the morning everyone was acting totally nonchalant and i kinda expected it cuz of promo results. I didn't think anyone did have the mood. Besides i rather they cheered up more than anything else.<br /><br />But something leaked out during bio, there was some tao pok thing going on.<br />Jun Hao's not very good at initiating this sort of thing. Good try though, Jun Hao.<br />&amp; finally i was tau poked by Bryan, Kent, Jun Hao and Zheng Xian. It kinda didn't feel like a tau pok because they weren't really heavy enough and there wasn't enough people. But it was really nice that they remembered and had been planning and stuff.<br /><br />So in the end i got like a red shirt and the" Faith" CD from Adeline, Cheng Nee , Ginn Min, Grace, Nic, Bryan , Kent, Jun Hao, Aver. Thanks Guys and Girls!<br />Really like the CD, i'm reserving the shirt till i get my sneakers.<br /><br />Then Siew Chi and Neritta got me a PINK shirt, which i wore out last Saturday to Neritta's fantabulous Club. Thanks Neritta for inviting us. And thank you both for the shirt. Like the design.<br /><br />Ow and Pinn Xian got me the book: Lil' Prince. Thank you<br />Cuz she thinks i'm lil and royal. More royal then Neritta, who is the Queen of the jungle.<br />haha.<br /><br />&amp; I got a 'Beginner's Bible" from Elizabeth. To help me teach the kids and stuff. HAHA. At first i though it was for me, or she made a mistake or something. Anyways thank you.<br /><br />&amp; The Sunday school teacher In-charge (i.e. Supreme Intendent) i think i spelled it correctly. Got me like a special bible verse book. Very good for when you are down and stuff. I Believe God will use that to speak to me.<br /><br />Ajay sent me this weird Email. hahahaha. With lyrics and stuff and the link to a super funny happy brithday video. I might send it to you if you ask.. haha<br /><br />So the rest of my birthday...i got wishes from Fiona, Dalilah, i think Jia Wen if i'm not wrong.... yeap... thanks guys. OWOW and ROUND! kristy and Woe xin wished me too!!! yeap yeap. I think i accounted for everyone already!<br /><br />OW and the finale of the day! I got tau pok during track. All Shi Mon's fault!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />Thanks everyone.<br /><br />&amp; lastly must thank God! Cuz he gave me all you good friends, and the live i have.<br /><br />Ow owow i almost forgot. I missed out Lyana. SHE mailed me this random funny card... HAHA. With wishes on it. My FIRST happy birthday-mailed-to-me-card!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Eee... if i forgot anyone else by complete accident please tell me OK?<br /><br />Ow and i just had super delicious COOKIE AND CREAM ICE CREAM CAKE FROM SWENSENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The cake is SHIOK! but playing with the DRY ICE that came with the cake was even more fun... haha.. i think i'm abit high from breathing in all the carbon dioxide!!!<br /><br />And if you are wondering why there aint' no Pictures, it' cuz i'm big fat and too lazy to take any or put them up.. haha!!! next time k. Got to pee double U now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-5868556811013186870?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-37705772224628682192008-10-15T06:53:00.000-07:002008-10-15T06:57:18.036-07:00I WANNA GIVE GOD ALL THE GLORY AND ALL THE PRAISE!<br /><br />OH LORD YOU WORK MIRACLES YOU DO MIRACLES!<br /><br />I give him all the glory for my results!<br />You are so awesome God!<br /><br />Keep working hard everyone!<br />In all things commit to the Lord!<br /><br />"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" Philippians 4:13<br /><br /><br />All of you are special in God's eyes!<br />That is you you you you you you you and you ow ow and you tooo!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-3770577222462868219?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-6048761591903335542008-10-15T06:48:00.000-07:002008-10-15T06:53:16.469-07:00Sometimes you meet someone.<br />Then you think to yourself.<br />This one is worth the wait.<br />Then you realize oh shit maybe she already has someone.<br />And you feel SO totally stupid.<br /><br />It's these kind of thoughts that tell you to be careful with those neurons in your head.<br /><br />Not that you can control them.<br /><br /><br />Better safe than sorry?<br />Better to have loved and hurt;<br />than to never have loved.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">we keep crying</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">whimpering to yourself</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">you sad lil' piece of shit</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-604876159190333554?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-18452075508557900562008-10-08T06:22:00.001-07:002008-10-08T06:22:32.475-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/aASCZgbJxC8' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/aASCZgbJxC8'/></object></p><p>super funny.</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-1845207550855790056?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-12379027222907880332008-10-06T04:57:00.001-07:002008-10-06T04:57:38.506-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/opMkgyfps4c' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/opMkgyfps4c'/></object></p><p>Verse 1:<br />I don't know how to say exactly how I feel<br />And I can't begin to tell you what your love has meant<br />I'm lost for words<br />Is there a way to show the passion in my heart<br />Can I express how truly great I think you are<br />My dearest friend<br />Lord, this is my desire<br />To pour my love on You<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Like oil upon your feet<br />Like wine for you to drink <br />Like water from my heart<br />I pour my love on you<br />If praise is like perfume<br />I'll lavish mine on you<br />Till every drop is gone<br />I'll pour my love on you<br /><br />Verse 2:<br />Is there a way to show the passion in my heart<br />Can I express how truly great I think you are<br />My dearest friend<br />Lord, this is my desire<br />To pour my love on you<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Like oil upon your feet<br />Like wine for you to drink<br />Like water from my heart<br />I pour my love on you<br />If praise is like perfume<br />I'll lavish mine on you<br />Till every drop is gone<br />I'll pour my love on you<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Like oil upon your feet<br />Like wine for you to drink<br />Like water from my heart<br />I pour my love on you<br />If praise is like perfume<br />I'll lavish mine on you<br />Till every drop is gone<br /><br />Pour my love on you<br />Yeah<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Like oil upon your feet<br />Like wine for you to drink<br />Like water from my heart<br />I pour my love on you<br />If praise is like perfume <br />I'll lavish mine on you<br />Till every drop is gone<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Like oil upon your feet<br />Like wine for you to drink<br />Like water from my heart<br />I pour my love on you<br />If praise is like perfume<br />I'll lavish mine on you<br />Till every drop is gone<br />I'll pour my love on you<br /><br />Pour my love on you<br />Yeah, yeah<br /> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-1237902722290788033?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-24496624939615455252008-09-23T05:34:00.001-07:002008-09-23T05:34:58.610-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/oegoI80t6WE' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/oegoI80t6WE'/></object></p><p>Nice song..duh...i put it up</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-2449662493961545525?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-13570949734275820152008-09-12T07:23:00.001-07:002008-09-12T07:23:47.173-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/qi6_41G63ck' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/qi6_41G63ck'/></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-1357094973427582015?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-23244806726075527172008-08-27T05:51:00.001-07:002008-08-27T05:51:48.029-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/Hh4FxQKQzPY' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Hh4FxQKQzPY'/></object></p><p>Do YOU ALL REMEMBER IZYANNN?????? This was a TJ video celebrating national day. Look out for Izyan! </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-2324480672607552717?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-82709288683670185942008-08-15T20:03:00.001-07:002008-08-15T20:03:27.250-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/nXmJ-yaQAIw' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/nXmJ-yaQAIw'/></object></p><p>haha creepishly nice to listen to</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-8270928868367018594?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-84337791776102261812008-08-13T06:54:00.000-07:002008-08-13T07:26:26.736-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SKLo1f_sfwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NfldYIAuP5I/s1600-h/benji+adeline.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SKLo1f_sfwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NfldYIAuP5I/s320/benji+adeline.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234001722777304834" border="0" /></a>OK THIS IS AS BAD AS BAD HAIR GETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA HA, BUT PUT IT up ANYWAY SO AS NOT TO WASTE THE EFFORTS OF THE PHOTOGRAPHER.<br />As you probably notice by now, I'm not very photogenic. So have a good laugh and GET OVER IT!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SKLoTTh1yrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2Zg35j-lBOo/s1600-h/Nat_day08_1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SKLoTTh1yrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2Zg35j-lBOo/s320/Nat_day08_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234001135315307186" border="0" /></a>Marching....uh parade was a screw up. Zheng xian in BB uniform on extreme right. Adeline directly in front of him... I'm on Adeline's right...so technically you can't see me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SKLnxD9hSQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/69IElTJV9dk/s1600-h/Nic,+Ade,+Grace,+Benji,+Pang.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SKLnxD9hSQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/69IElTJV9dk/s320/Nic,+Ade,+Grace,+Benji,+Pang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234000547020884226" border="0" /></a>Guys in red ; Girls in white...now why is nic on the left? notice huge gap between Bryan's thighs...wonder why....ha ha<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SKLpipfKXOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZHxYigq01IY/s1600-h/Alden+david+archuleta+look+alike.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SKLpipfKXOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZHxYigq01IY/s320/Alden+david+archuleta+look+alike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234002498419317986" border="0" /></a>I kidnapped him last Sunday when i was teaching him during Kindergarten Sunday School. You can't blame me, you would have done the same thing too.... Wouldn't you? Don't shake your head and *tsk* at me......<br />I hope Alden's mommy doesn't see this photo! Doesn't he look like David Archuleta?<br /><br /><br /><br />Today during sex ed, the speaker compared sperms swimming up the vagina to swimmers in the Olympics. Why I am telling you this, I'm not too sure myself.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I wanna keep you with me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">but I'm afraid you're too you to be tamed and kept</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">wanna steal you away</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">but you were never meant to be a pet</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Can't keep you inside</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Won't let my feelings out</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Stay a while won't you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Your silence can be so loud</span><br /><br /><br />I will sing forever<br />Jesus I love you<br />Jesus I love you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-8433779177610226181?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-42879584105148834552008-08-09T01:07:00.000-07:002008-08-09T01:19:39.921-07:00uhhh...ok...i know i didn't attend the 4/6 class gathering or go out with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ajay</span> yesterday and there are 2 rather sort of good reasons.<br /><br />Reason no.1<br />I had to rush back to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bei</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Jing</span> to light the Olympic torch, don't want to keep the athletes waiting yea...<br /><br />Reason no.2<br />I had to watch this really <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">emo</span> tear causing comedy- money not enough 2<br /><br />Reason no.3<br />Uh...what was my reason no.3 again...<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ok</span> never mind, i am really sorry and i promise to stay as late as i possibly can on Teacher's day when the whole lot of us are at Anderson.<br /><br />K so back to yesterday.<br />Ever felt like walking from city hall <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">MRT</span> station to Marina Square with bright red hair?<br />Didn't? Neither did I.<br />So i found did really weird when people kept staring at me and my classmates as we walked to Marina Square, that's when i remembered that we all go our hairs sprayed red...no photos yet...<br /><br />Now to move on to other embarrassing moments from yesterday<br />This was and will be the first and last time i get laughed at during a PARADE.<br />IT was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">freakin</span>' embarrassing because there were so many screw ups, the command to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">sedeyah</span> us wasn't even given BEFORE THE NATIONAL ANTHEM. OH NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT IT'S WORSE THAN I THOUGHT...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">THE HORROR<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So basically we rush to change out before anyone could find us....<br /><br />I encourage everyone to watch money not enough 2 , even if you don't understand Mandarin , i think this is one of Jack <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Neo's</span> best shows so far. Very real to Singaporeans. Shan't give any details, go watch it yourselves!<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-4287958410514883455?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-40236415569867964032008-07-19T03:15:00.001-07:002008-07-19T03:15:19.863-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/XMNN5AiIR8A' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/XMNN5AiIR8A'/></object></p><p>The Veronicas - Someone Wake Me Up lyrics<br /><br />We got the same friends<br />We're gonna have to see each other eventually<br />So won't you tell me how we're gonna deal with that<br />(how we're gonna deal with that, how we're gonna deal with that)<br />My CD's are at your place<br />And you know I'm gonna have to pick 'em up<br />So won't you tell me how we're gonna deal with that<br />(how we're gonna deal with that, how we're gonna deal with that)<br /><br />Even though it was mutual, it still kills inside<br />'Cause for so long, how I've been defined<br /><br />It feels just like I'm going crazy<br />I guess that this is breaking up<br />And now not even you can save me<br />Will someone wake me up?<br />(Someone wake me up)<br />Never thought that we'd go under<br />I guess we won't be making up<br />And if this is a dream I wonder,<br />Could someone wake me up?<br />(Someone wake me up)<br /><br />I still have your old shirt<br />You know the one I said I'd thrown away?<br />I put it on when I went to bed last night<br />(I went to bed last night, I went to bed last night)<br />Baby, is this where our story ends<br />When I turn out the light<br />Fantasy and reality fight<br /><br />It feels just like I'm going crazy<br />I guess that this is breaking up<br />And now not even you can save me<br />Will someone wake me up?<br />(Someone wake me up)<br />Never thought that we'd go under<br />I guess we won't be making up<br />And if this is a dream I wonder,<br />Could someone wake me up?<br />(Someone wake me up)<br /><br />Someone wake me up<br /><br />Even though it's over now, it still kills inside <br />'Cause for so long you have been my life<br /><br />(Someone wake me up, someone wake me up)<br /><br />It feels just like I'm going crazy<br />I guess that this is breaking up<br />And now not even you can save me<br />Will someone wake me up?<br />(Someone wake me up)<br />Never thought that we'd go under<br />I guess we won't be making up<br />And if this is a dream I wonder,<br />Could someone wake me up?<br />(Someone wake me up)<br /><br />oh, baby you were my first time<br />I will always keep you inside<br /><br />(Someone wake me up, someone wake me up)<br />Someone wake me up<br />(Someone wake me up, someone wake me up)<br />Someone wake me up </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-4023641556986796403?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-52654645764269796572008-07-18T06:12:00.001-07:002008-07-18T06:12:14.330-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/04RZrf3-Mgo' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/04RZrf3-Mgo'/></object></p><p>cute</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-5265464576426979657?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-26340830267728714782008-07-07T07:03:00.001-07:002008-07-07T07:03:39.050-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/WHAMuefOZ5s' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/WHAMuefOZ5s'/></object></p><p>enjoy.</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-2634083026772871478?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-61375495888064647832008-07-06T08:08:00.000-07:002008-07-06T08:31:33.353-07:00take time off to see the world,<br />with wide open-ed eyes but a hardened heart,<br />with shut eyes but a wide open heart.<br /><br />take the handphones of routine off,<br />you're hearing the cars roll past, and the trees fall,<br />but you ain't listening, ain't listening to nature's cry.<br /><br />all i ask of you,<br />to look deep down inside,<br />to hear the pauses between the silence,<br />to feel the abscence of all things worldy,<br />to get a taste, a whiff , a sniff.<br /><br />Of the scent of God.<br /><br /><br /><em>nothing in this</em><br /><em>whole damn world</em><br /><em>don't mean a thing</em><br /><em>if i ain't got you with me baby</em><br /><br />when were emo lyrics written just for the sake of writing them?<br />don't you sometimes wish that you could caress flames?<br />I sometimes wish i wasn't fighting this, like i could let go.<br />But i am reminded:<br /><br />by Paul in 2 Corinthians 5:17<br />–“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.”<br /><br />I'll fight.<br /><br /><br />Such a heartfelt-probably no one is going to understand-weird-disjointed-warm post.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-6137549588806464783?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-34779147156748488122008-06-28T01:44:00.000-07:002008-06-28T01:55:36.750-07:00<div>Don't you think that the guy from the latest buzz..noah or something is really pretty..</div><br /><div>Ok that was seriously gay..</div><br /><div>Exam stress what to do?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>okok i ripped this from lyana's blog </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real places, names and/or objects, but nothing made up! Try to use different answers if the person you got this from has the same first initial. You CAN’T use your name for the boy/girl name question. And Have Fun With It!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>1) 4 LETTER WORD: Boob</div><br /><div>2) BOY NAME: Bane</div><br /><div>3) GIRL NAME: Beyonce</div><br /><div>4) OCCUPATION: Bitch</div><br /><div>5) A COLOR: Blue</div><br /><div>6) SOMETHING YOU WEAR: Breifs or big underwear..i don't wear a bra..so whichever you prefer </div><br /><div>7) BEVERAGE: Beer</div><br /><div>8) FOOD: Baked pasta</div><br /><div>9) SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM: bathing soda?</div><br /><div>10) A PLACE: Bengal..it's where they have the pretty giant white kitties </div><br /><div>11) REASON FOR BEING LATE: Big ass, heavy to move around , require great effort and time , hence late.</div><br /><div>12) SOMETHING YOU SHOUT: BIIITTCCCCHHHHH!!!!!!! ( Only when i call my neighbour ['s dog] )</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216853211487335170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SGX8WxQO8wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TSQiJ9QkxT8/s320/lg3734%2Bbrothers-albino-tiger-and-bengal-tiger-poster.jpg" border="0" /></div><br />The Bengal white tiger..pretty eh?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-3477914715674848812?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-88419269503280490412008-06-12T23:33:00.000-07:002008-06-12T23:39:52.318-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SFIU8G3KCpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uscF11VmUec/s1600-h/boy+and+dog.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211250741687749266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/SFIU8G3KCpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uscF11VmUec/s320/boy+and+dog.bmp" border="0" /></a> Isn't tt sweet..the Dog got hungry and is sniffing it's dinner..<br /><br />As partially insane as i currently am, i've chosen to SNEEZE to mug temporarily and post random pics..this is the first of many..enjoy<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-8841926950328049041?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-33604310249956489232008-06-10T11:45:00.000-07:002008-06-10T11:49:54.934-07:00Ever felt like you were dragged off to another planet<br />when all that ever happened<br />was that you were dragged off to another corner of small small singapore.<br /><br />I know i made the descision to stay , and i came here because i didn't want to meet the same people but it's like i lost touch with Anderson already, and i never wanted that..<br /><br />Being so busy with JC life, there ain't no time to catch up.<br />And everyone is probably getting too used to not seeing Ben around at any gathering...<br /><br />forget me not k?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-3360431024995648923?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-5429595446392192462008-06-10T11:25:00.000-07:002008-06-10T11:32:15.997-07:00Ok i finally blogged.<br />I can't sleep, and it's 2:25 am in the morning.<br />I was listening to people telling ghost stories about Tj and stuff during track and now i cannot sleep. I tried praying but i think my brain is just on hyper drive because i've LESS THAN 12 DAYS TO REVISE 3 SUBJECTS OF WHICH I'VE NOT STARTED ANY ON..<br /><br />Ow Dear me, i sound like i'm freaking out...<br /><br />Nah i'm just gonna trust God. and find some kind of drug to put myself to sleep with...anybody got flu or cough medicine...<br /><br />SOMEBODY PUT ME TO SLEEPPPP NOOWWWW!~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />On a saner note, i had "lunch" with Fiona and Ajay on Monday afternoon.<br />As usual i came very late...haha...and made them wait...<br />Hey tt rhymes!<br />And it's basically mass temporary insanity when the three of us are watching Fiona eat and sprouting random rubbish.<br />VERY therapeutic.<br /><br /><em>You give and take away.</em><br /><em>You give and take away.</em><br /><em>My heart will choose to say:</em><br /><em>Blessed be your name!</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-542959544639219246?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-62827309944203900332008-05-04T04:11:00.000-07:002008-05-04T04:39:16.611-07:00I can see cob-web gathering at the corners of my blog...<br />I submitted PI..finally....<br />i did on en bloc, and i would have to say,the only consolation i have is that if i put it next to shit it did look just slightly better.<br /><br />I've been very consistent with my work and test so far...consistently not doing and consistently failing that is.<br /><br />My GP tutor explained this concept to us in class... it's about feeling jaded.<br />Because we live in an affluent society, it's so easy to take everything for granted..things come too easily, life gets meaningless.<br />Hence, JADED!<br /><br />HOLIDAYS PLEASE COME SOON!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-6282730994420390033?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-49862537796525851652008-04-16T04:19:00.000-07:002008-04-16T04:35:02.280-07:00WOOOOOOO JC life is like Sufforacating so the sufforacatating that i can't even spell suffocating!<br /><br />Got test lah... tutorial lah..this lah..that lah...don't even have time to shit..<br />Weird right..no time to shit, got time to blog...guess u know what i prioritize first...<br /><br />PW PI really really sucks the life out of you..well seniors have lived through it so...i guess someone else other than me is gonna die!<br /><br />But we all go to school cause all our crazy friends are doing crazy stuff together to spread the craziness around. how fun? going to school to be crazy.<br /><br />I went for the oratorical audition today..so super nervous....but it was a good experience and i got to meet different people, and got a peek inside the KI room.<br /><br />SPEECH DAY THIS FRIDAY!<br />=) Hope to see all you guys there!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-4986253779652585165?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-39662383861495262802008-04-07T05:06:00.001-07:002008-04-07T05:06:00.212-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/Z9hU_-40MJY' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Z9hU_-40MJY'/></object></p><p>I feel like some kind of youtube video stealer..heck with it...thiz iz nize</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-3966238386149526280?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-72333073264343006582008-04-05T04:09:00.001-07:002008-04-05T04:09:53.136-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/Fv-cQrD4MS0' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Fv-cQrD4MS0'/></object></p><p>OOOOOOOO COOLEST SHIT EVER! So SICK!</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-7233307326434300658?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-63198477242757431382008-04-02T04:36:00.000-07:002008-04-02T04:42:24.105-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R_NwmjsjBII/AAAAAAAAAHc/heenxej97-g/s1600-h/three+six+3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184611403752998018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R_NwmjsjBII/AAAAAAAAAHc/heenxej97-g/s320/three+six+3.JPG" border="0" /></a> It's 4/6 again!<br /><dir><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000080;"><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">A peach is a peach </span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">A plum is a plum, </span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">A kiss isn't a kiss </span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Without some tongue. </span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">So open up your mouth </span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">close your eyes, </span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">and give your tongue </span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">some exercise!!! </span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">I got this off the chain email... haha it's kinda funny! It will be speech day soon!~ YAY! Can see everyone again! SO WUNDERFOOL! ok thats all! bye people!</span></strong></p><br /><p></p></dir></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-6319847724275743138?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-41446764681447728522008-03-30T06:45:00.001-07:002008-03-30T06:59:12.917-07:00<div>it is a terrible crime to be blogging close to 10, when you still have tons of tutorials to finish. </div><br /><div>But heck with it.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"it's better to have love and lost, then never to have loved at all"...</div><br /><div>it sucks when she puts it like that...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183531013319623794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R--Z_jsjBHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rl0eoouZEVQ/s400/abstract_75.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p> I love this picture, it's just so artistic and spastic and such a mess of nonsense that no one is nonsensical enough to judge.. i am making sense right?</p><p>K last sat...i went to CCA branch to do the runs..i had the runs before i did the runs , cuz i had too much chili for dinner the night before... my ass was smoking.</p><p>NYJC held their Sport Carnival at CCA branch too! So i got to see LOUIS! YAY! haha.. </p><p>&amp; Ting Yi , Jeremy , Mao Mao , Marven , Kenelm , i think that girl was Wei Qi from 4/5 , but i'm not too sure, O and i saw Christine too but she didn't see me.. i think that's all i saw.</p><p>Then i went to SGCC to "play" squash with Bryan, but turns out Menon , Choon , Zi Hui , and Bryan's friend was there too... I think we were like the loudest , craziest bunch of people at the SG hawker centre.. O and mom's not suppose to know i went out. </p><p>So much work to do...</p><p>Friday: Insane GP lesson; laughed till jaws ache. Ms Maryam is such a comedian.</p><p>ms maryam:What do you call a family of rulers?</p><p>Class: Monarchy</p><p>Bryan: dynasty</p><p>ms maryam: Bryan you think what? Pang Dynasty ah?</p><p>And i drew all over some people's hands, but since i didn't have a camera , i couldn't take any pics...sad right? Can't witness my artistic flair at destroying people's hands.</p><p>HAVE A GREAT WEEK AHEAD EVERYONE! GOD BLESS!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-4144676468144772852?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-43788733196426726142008-03-22T06:48:00.000-07:002008-03-22T07:17:46.757-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R-URiDsjBDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GgSDBfYveJI/s1600-h/three+six+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180566223164998706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R-URiDsjBDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GgSDBfYveJI/s400/three+six+2.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">YAY</span> this was 3/6'06..HAHA...happy class!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R-URiTsjBEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ysM7j3WKWNk/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180566227459966018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R-URiTsjBEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ysM7j3WKWNk/s400/DSC00150.JPG" border="0" /></a>Unfortunately i wasn't as photogenic as i would have liked to be... but if <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'm</span> not wrong this was teacher's day..i think....<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">In case</span> you were wondering who the weird guy with the horrible hair and extra large smile on the left is..<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">that's</span> me...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">yeap</span>. I think that was sec 3, with my bald good friend LOUIS! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">haha</span>!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R-URijsjBFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/annqc1eMWsI/s1600-h/DSCN0640.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180566231754933330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R-URijsjBFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/annqc1eMWsI/s400/DSCN0640.jpg" border="0" /></a>This was Last Year at the prize presentation during Singapore <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Science</span> and Engineering Fair at the Biopolis!</div><div align="center">The tall dark and not very handsome guy on the left is AJAY! KIDDING...HANDSOME <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">LAH</span> AJAY...HANDSOME...handsome until all the cleaner aunties chasing after him with mops and detergent .</div><div align="center">The GUY in the middle is GORDON! Cannot say his handsome cause later someone (cough cough) might come and whack me..haha. Thanks Gor for making me look taller!</div><div align="center">The last and least photogenic person is me...i've no idea whats wrong...i always look weird in pictures i have to pose in...the candid ones turn out just fine...stupid camera. <br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R-URjDsjBGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-xwphT0bfKc/s1600-h/P91807199.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180566240344867938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R-URjDsjBGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-xwphT0bfKc/s400/P91807199.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>This was halloween. No, not because i was in the picture and it scared the daylight out of you but really we celebrated halloween. Though we aren't really suppose to. But we just ate lots of stuff and some of us dressed up. As you can see we were actually supposed to look at the moon, hence the lack of faces facing the camera..but some people just didn't like having their sides taken..so they still faced the front...haha kidding! you guys were just plain blur. I know the truth hurts.<br /></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R-UOeTsjA_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/EcJQl-U3fnQ/s1600-h/This-is-why-Middle-east-in-a-big-shit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180562860205605874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R-UOeTsjA_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/EcJQl-U3fnQ/s400/This-is-why-Middle-east-in-a-big-shit.jpg" border="0" /></a> I was bored so i dug up some old pics..the one above i used for bio project<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R-UOejsjBAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nxIqYditeJs/s1600-h/ATT00002"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180562864500573186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R-UOejsjBAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nxIqYditeJs/s400/ATT00002" border="0" /></a> I got this in an email ..same for the banana dolphin below<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R-UOezsjBBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-9DTUrhcVKQ/s1600-h/ATT00008"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180562868795540498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R-UOezsjBBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-9DTUrhcVKQ/s400/ATT00008" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R-UOezsjBCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/o1h-g2_Q_Wg/s1600-h/with+love.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180562868795540514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R-UOezsjBCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/o1h-g2_Q_Wg/s400/with+love.jpg" border="0" /></a> I still like this picture. I used in before on the blog..<br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-4378873319642672614?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-17198879189950998732008-03-19T04:44:00.000-07:002008-03-19T04:55:19.607-07:00<div>I just had some alcoholic drink.</div><br /><div>Now my face is as red as a baboon's backside and my heart is beating real fast!</div><br /><div>woooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my whole neck is red too</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Today was the 32nd Student Council introduction for TJ.</div><br /><div>Personally i've never really liked council, so other then my friends and some funny people i'll probably not vote for the rest...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My class is cool.</div><br /><div>But i think we need to go for another outing , cause everyone is kinda "sian" these days what with test and tutorials......</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It's not over tonight</div><div>Just give me one more chance to make it right</div><div>I may not make it through the night</div><div>I won't go home without you</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I like naked people!</div><br /><div>HAHA oh no i think i'm really drunk...</div><br /><div>HAGAHAGAHA! '</div><br /><div>SPASTIC!</div><br /><div>I love me...oh so much!</div><br /><div>OOOO i think my ass is red too.</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179419316706635266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R-D-bUMYbgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-0EZUCM0jAI/s400/angry+kid.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p align="center">NOBODY EVER LISTENS TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-1719887918995099873?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-62634293607184910432008-03-16T05:12:00.000-07:002008-03-16T05:17:19.629-07:00<div>I have to do 4 pages of intelligent discussion on '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Polictical</span> Apathy" amongst youth.</div><br /><div>And this is what i found:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178311863684328946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R90PNEMYbfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mnfGpvGq3S4/s400/ignorance_apathy.gif" border="0" /></div><br /><p> </p><p>Intelligent right?</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-6263429360718491043?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-81712822721011444242008-03-11T04:43:00.000-07:002008-03-11T05:02:02.686-07:00a. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.<br />b. Tag seven people to do the same.<br />c. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it".<br /><br />1) I talk to God in my head<br />2) I smell everything , my food, my clothes , my mom<br />3) I'm a sucker for emo songs (especially those can actually hurt you)<br />4) There is a stuff toy alien with the word " don't worry be happy " sitting on my desk, with my alarm clock sitting on it's lap<br />5) I like dancing<br />6) I can't dance<br />7) I wanna wear contacts<br /><br />I tag...Kristy!<br />Fiona!<br />Dalilah!<br />Nicolas!<br />Fang Xiong!<br />ehh 2 more....<br />AJAY! ( haha u 've to do this somehow w/o a blog...haha)<br />The last is for anyone who thinks they are sexy! haha<br /><br /><br />You know what really irritates me.<br />If God didn't want me to do something than why on earth did it get stuck in my head.<br />And it's not an evil thing or anything.<br />Now i just seem to dread track training.<br />I know i'm complaining and sound so ungrateful, i should already be thankful that God put me into TJ.<br />But imagine in MJ i might have been able to do what i wanted to do.<br />Sometimes i wonder if the appeal descision was right.<br />It was definately worth the while to get back with my class.<br />It's just that i cannot seem to let it go. I wanted it so badly!<br />WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME!<br /><br />irritating...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-8171282272101144424?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-49880571206775194112008-03-09T07:32:00.000-07:002008-03-09T07:46:21.827-07:00i don't know what to blog about...<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">haha</span>.. feel like posting more music videos but i think people might strangle me after that.<br /><br />In an act to preserve my sanity i decided to go out on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Saturday</span>, played squash, swam..then i fell sick today..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">HAHA</span><br /><br /><br /><br />I was down for duty today.<br /><br />By duty i mean helping out in the kindergarten class in Church.<br /><br />Not participating but teaching.<br /><br />Please don't doubt my maturity.<br /><br />I was actually getting rather bored of teaching , because some of the older kids had left for P1 and the class was less lively.<br />So i prayed for a fun lesson today.<br /><br />And during the welcome time, which is basically play time , i got attacked by the kiddies!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">HAHA</span> SUPER FUN!<br /><br />I was trying to stick plasters on their noses, because we were playing doctor..<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">HAHA</span> then they attack me with bandages and syringes...so fun.<br /><br />I miss the kinda of madness i had in 4/6.<br />Why i can just laugh randomly , and do stupid stuff... like stone and make fun of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">zhi</span>' an, or irritate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">fiona</span> , or bully <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">marven</span>.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">hahaha</span>...<br /><br />The madness i left behind.<br /><br />Half of that was you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-4988057120677519411?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-25451366655406057482008-02-24T03:49:00.001-08:002008-02-24T03:49:35.854-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/ydhkyNaxgyM' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ydhkyNaxgyM'/></object></p><p>I JUST HAD TO PUT THIS UP!!!!!!!!!!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-2545136665540605748?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-70284632388085884132008-02-21T02:20:00.001-08:002008-02-21T03:13:34.211-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71VzM49ADI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qqfLcU0Irm8/s1600-h/P1242401.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169382285412991026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71VzM49ADI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qqfLcU0Irm8/s400/P1242401.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71Vzs49AEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Y8jZEV5SnWo/s1600-h/P1242402.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169382294002925634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71Vzs49AEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Y8jZEV5SnWo/s400/P1242402.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71Vz849AFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jq8Xy1jAbc4/s1600-h/P2062534.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169382298297892946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71Vz849AFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jq8Xy1jAbc4/s400/P2062534.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71V0c49AGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lX98IVIqmgE/s1600-h/P2062535.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169382306887827554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71V0c49AGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lX98IVIqmgE/s400/P2062535.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71Um848_-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/jh1Iu7WHQns/s1600-h/P1182355.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169380975447965666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71Um848_-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/jh1Iu7WHQns/s320/P1182355.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71Unc48__I/AAAAAAAAAFE/lPfAF07Q7P4/s1600-h/P1182356.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169380984037900274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71Unc48__I/AAAAAAAAAFE/lPfAF07Q7P4/s320/P1182356.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71Un849AAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-eMpFSXn6WE/s1600-h/P1182357.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169380992627834882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71Un849AAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-eMpFSXn6WE/s320/P1182357.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71Uoc49ABI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9Z5QePJZt_c/s1600-h/P1232360.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169381001217769490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71Uoc49ABI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9Z5QePJZt_c/s320/P1232360.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71Uos49ACI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VH6CfDIB1AI/s1600-h/P1242391.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169381005512736802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R71Uos49ACI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VH6CfDIB1AI/s320/P1242391.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-7028463238808588413?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-86843912876092870812008-02-21T02:20:00.000-08:002008-02-21T02:25:55.342-08:00I WANT TO THANK GOD FOR PUTTING ME, ADELINE , NIC, SIEW CHI AND GRACE BACK INTO TJ!<br />Still praying for Kristy!<br />I don't know if my friend is ever going to read this.<br />But i'm very proud of him. Despite things not going his way, he can still pick himself up and move on!<br />MATT I'M PROUD OF YOU!<br /><br />So orientation has been some sort of class gathering..<br />HAHA! Terrible i know!<br />BUt i know two new people from my OG..Umar and itop i think...<br /><br />ok wait pics of my class....<br />and got some spastic me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-8684391287609287081?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-31142578954660902692008-02-08T18:32:00.000-08:002008-02-08T18:49:58.936-08:00OOOOoooooOOOOOO<br />The blog is like being overtaken by music videos...<br />kk .. must add some life into it.<br />SO O level results are over.<br />Dissappointed?<br />pretty much.<br /><br />I would miss TJ if i leave not because the school is wonderful or anything; but i really really like my class and my tutors...<br />and heres the deal: even if i do stay, we might not stay in the same class.<br /><br />So i conclude that i'm pretty much ok with going anywhere.<br /><br />I don't really seem to miss 4/6 , and i don't really understand why.<br />Maybe it's because i know we'll meet up again soon...<br /><br />Chinese new years been great.<br />going around getting ang baos and gorging myself, meeting up with my cousins.<br /><br />"all pigs come from sows<br />all asses come from holes"<br />My brother's words of wisdom after going into the army.<br /><br />He has been super nice; gonna get me ear phones. Trust me they are NOT cheap.<br />but hey what are big brothers for?<br /><br />oooooo.....V'days coming....anybody got plans?????<br />HAHA.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-3114257895466090269?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-20837498946359075552008-02-07T06:21:00.001-08:002008-02-07T06:21:09.626-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/HqahqCFDLKw' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/HqahqCFDLKw'/></object></p><p>just appreciate</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-2083749894635907555?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-12854638186396968752008-01-23T03:43:00.001-08:002008-01-23T03:43:51.643-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/QJEs1TyzL_A' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/QJEs1TyzL_A'/></object></p><p>IT'S SUPER NICE- EMOLY NICE! OW and i think it's a christian band!</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-1285463818639696875?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-17428817515930370432008-01-18T04:43:00.000-08:002008-01-18T05:06:36.344-08:00My CG is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wacky</span>!<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">HAHA</span>!<br />There is the singing guy!<br />The Carrot man guy!<br />The math notes guy!<br />And the absent guy!<br />The labelling for the last guy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">was not</span> very nice but i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">could not</span> really think of anything else.<br /><br />We had swimming today.<br /><br />Just that one sentence can drive your imagination wild can't it?<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">haha</span>, it was kind of lame , we swam one lap and then just sat there and watch other people swim past. and then they grade you into intermediate and beginner , and if you are Pro, advance.<br /><br />and the singing guy in my class , whose name is Jun <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Hao</span> , actually his name is Benjamin, but no one calls him that , for some reason.. yeah anyway..<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">I'ts</span> quite cool , this didn't occur to me until he told me. Because during orientation , i met him in the canteen under the weirdest circumstances. And then a week later we're in the same CG(civics group) , it just means class...<br /><br />Yeah talk about <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">coincidences</span>.<br />I was not shortlisted for squash, damn sad <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">lah</span>!<br />want to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">emo</span> in one corner , but I know that usually when God doesn't give me what i want , despite wanting it so badly , it can only mean that he has something better in stored for me, which he did , on the day i found out i was not in squash , i had prior arrangements to go for track and field.<br /><br />And WHO IN THE RIGHT MIND WOULD WANT TO GO FOR TRACK RIGHT?<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">that's</span> what i thought too...and like i was so fickle before the track training , i was thinking go <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">lah</span>.....don't go....so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">malu</span> ..run so slow... to cut a long story short , i went and i enjoyed myself , though <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">i'm</span> not sure if i have legs anymore.....twas pretty interesting.<br /><br /><br />You know you tell yourself that you cannot possibly make as good friends as you have in secondary school , and then now that things are like this , and you actually find yourself making friends, and drawing closer to them , you wonder how you did answer to your former self....<br /><br />Oh and this very nice <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">IP</span> guy in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">TJ</span> who was in my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">OG</span> , i met him like just before track training , and like i didn't have anyone to go with, so i just ask him to come , and he was like " OK <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">LOh</span>!"<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">haha</span>! Thank you Fang <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Xiong</span>! it really means <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">alot</span> to me, if you ever read this that is.<br /><br /><br />Do friends stray if they don't meet up , or does <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">absence</span> make the heart grow fonder?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-1742881751593037043?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-11042180493418234452008-01-13T03:37:00.000-08:002008-01-13T04:14:14.573-08:00I wonder if it was I<br />that made you sit in a corner<br />that made it awkward when you are near<br /><br />I wonder if it was you<br />that made me afraid to tell her<br />that made it awkward when i was near<br /><br />Author: Unknown<br /><br />Your silence was a gentle answer<br />kept me puzzled<br />as to why it was louder than thunder<br />as i struggled<br />to imagine the harshness of your anger<br />your silence doubled?<br />your absence stronger?<br /><br />It's fun to listen to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">emo</span> songs ,with the rain as back up singers , doubling up as co writer of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">emo</span> scribbling.<br />I'm bored. I'm mugging. correction : i think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i'm</span> mugging<br />I seem to be playing more than anything else.<br />I wanna try out for squash in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">TJ</span> , but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'm</span> kinda scared <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">cuz</span> i don't think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i'm</span> good enough , <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">i've</span> never tried out for a competitive sport before , when i put pressure on myself everything goes wrong , i get scared , i get stressed , i can't focus.<br /><br />and everything falls apart.<br /><br />Maybe i should stick with climbing, it is fun, really!<br />the sense of achievement is wonderful.<br />my forearms are aching.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">i'm</span> really tired.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">JC</span> life isn't that bad, maybe it's because i require something constructive in my life, but seriously i think meeting new friends , and studying with them , and then actually looking forward to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">CCA</span> is a pretty fun life.<br /><br />There's someone new<br />I hope it's true<br />I tell myself she's not like you<br />she was sent from above<br />like nothing on earth<br />I know<br />I know<br />Nothing hurts like love.<br /><br />I should join some poetic club of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">emo</span> writing or something.<br />I'm dumb. I'm stupid. I no longer understand the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">meaning</span> of friends.<br />Don't give me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">definitions</span> , because even i can cough up a whole chunk of them.<br />I want meaning get it! meaning!<br /><br />It seems like everyone is so happy! It seems like everyone is one big family.<br />But i barely know anyone new.<br />You tell me make friends.<br />I question you what are friends?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-1104218049341823445?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-78623462927318279042008-01-13T03:36:00.001-08:002008-01-13T03:36:48.057-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/goNgpKPobjo' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/goNgpKPobjo'/></object></p><p>Daniel Bedingfield didn't have a music video of this song, so i had to take a fan video</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-7862346292731827904?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-74352791323623273162008-01-12T06:23:00.001-08:002008-01-12T06:23:45.472-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/3J0OKBaEHnc' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/3J0OKBaEHnc'/></object></p><p>cute!</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-7435279132362327316?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-48751802528113544872008-01-08T00:16:00.001-08:002008-01-08T00:16:12.403-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/cERMAuplSIk' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/cERMAuplSIk'/></object></p><p>bored?</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-4875180252811354487?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-57539296431576404322008-01-05T21:56:00.000-08:002008-01-05T22:00:00.419-08:00ORIENTATION WAS A BLAST!<br />It was sad that it had to come to an end! Defiantely enjoyed myself!<br />The cheering, the dancing , the performances. Yes dancing , i know most of you all are laughing in your seats right now but i found the dancing very fun despite looking like some moron on drugs....<br /><br />My OG was very fun! OGLS too! Qutie sad lah....<br />4 days only.....<br />hopefully i'll see you guys around!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-5753929643157640432?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-79565243944971667742007-12-25T17:53:00.001-08:002007-12-25T17:53:23.817-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/DZXg_XSVvOg' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/DZXg_XSVvOg'/></object></p><p>I was really bored! This is really cute!</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-7956524394497166774?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-67043900713110506522007-12-24T01:42:00.001-08:002007-12-24T01:42:54.874-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/S0mw1ToejoU' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/S0mw1ToejoU'/></object></p><p>Ahh heck! i'll just put it up!<br />Take note of the "ISABEL" part!<br />Ow and Merry Christmas!</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-6704390071311050652?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-44555017602721278992007-12-24T01:37:00.001-08:002007-12-24T01:37:16.920-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/EFirYXLoP5Q' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/EFirYXLoP5Q'/></object></p><p>it's very the nice!!!!!<br />Ow check out isabel on youtube too</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-4455501760272127899?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-63068535199249894382007-12-14T22:57:00.000-08:002007-12-14T23:22:09.111-08:00He burst through the church door.<br />Sweating. Panting.<br />An insane fury burned in his eyes.<br />Father: Child what is wrong?<br />Pyro: I'm just so...so ANGRY!<br />Father: Why are you angry child?<br />Pyro: I don't know...I just ...I just....<br />Father: Who has angered you child?<br />Pyro: I DON'T KNOW ! JUST SHUT UP AND GO AWAY!<br />Father: Why are you angry?<br />Pyro: I just am. And...and...I don't know why, and it just makes me angrier.<br /><br />I feel like destroying.<br /><br />I feel like burning.<br /><br />running away.......<br /><br /><br />Pyro: I just! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!<br /><br />Pyro: TELL ME WHY I'M ANGRY??????????????<br /><br />Father: I can't. Only you can.<br /><br />The air started to waver.<br />The temperature rising.<br />As if heat waves radiated from Pyro's body.<br /><br />Pyro: TELL ME WHY I AM SO ANGRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />The pews combusted , as the inferno from his mouth engulf the church, incinerating everything in it's path. The raging fire clawed it's way against the ceiling. Screaming for a way out!<br /><br />Pyro: Why don't you run old man.<br /><br />Father: I am going no where,until you tell me why you are angry.<br /><br />The flames died away....the obliteration ceased....<br />Pyro knelt onto the floor, the wetness on his cheeks reflected the chandelier overhead.<br /><br />Pyro:Why I am angry father?<br /><br />Father:Because you like the power that comes with it.<br />The power to destroy and hurt.<br /><br />Pyro:But i would never hurt anyone that did me no wrong.<br /><br />Father:Yes Child i know.<br /><br />He place his hands on Pyro's shoulder as he wept.<br />Gazing around at the charred remains of the church that surrounded him.<br /><br />Father: Yes Child I know.<br /><br />The Chandelier creaked overhead, it's wooden beams loosen by the rage of Pyro.<br />The Reverend looked up just in time to see the wooden beams snap.<br /><br />Pyro felt a massive shove against his chest followed by a resounding crash.<br /><br /><br />Minutes late.<br />His screams echoed through the empty church.<br />As the impaled Reverend's lifeless eyes watch him run away again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-6306853519924989438?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-6986282331862166542007-12-12T03:58:00.001-08:002007-12-12T03:58:43.154-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/i8phxRgMTSk' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/i8phxRgMTSk'/></object></p><p>Can't Help Falling In Love <br />Performed By Celine Dion<br />(formerly by Elvis Presly)</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-698628233186216654?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-59766289474872700312007-12-10T21:25:00.002-08:002007-12-10T22:00:29.886-08:00The Gun.<br />In his hand.<br />The Note.<br />On the ground.<br />I was.............<br /> supposed...............<br /> to walk in the room...............<br />and leave with only one of you. and the other? what other ?<br /><br /><br />I was supposed to.<br />I was fickle.<br />I was hesitant.<br /><br /><br />Which would hurt more?<br />The Gun?<br />The Note?<br /><br /><br />Use only one.<br />The Gun?<br />The Note?<br /><br /><br />Use the Gun.<br />End the past.<br />The Note burns within.<br /><br /><br />Spare the Gun.<br />Open the future.<br />The past like buried bullets come back to haunt you.<br /><br /><br />One shot!<br />Loud and Clear.<br />They both left the room.<br /><br /><br />He lies on the floor.<br />Hole in the wall.<br />In front of him.<br /><br /><br />The Note.<br />In his hand.<br />The Gun.<br />On the ground.<br /><br /><br />Untold secrets.<br />Leave no evidence.<br />Even the murderer is kept in the dark.<br /><br /><br />Alas, regret eats the last of him.<br />His fist clenched no more.<br />Free is the crumpled note.<br /><br />On the corner.<br />Barely visible.<br />A tiny "If"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-5976628947487270031?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-87834308193054668252007-12-10T21:25:00.001-08:002007-12-10T21:32:10.597-08:00Really I am bored.<br />I've not done anything productive/meaningful so far.<br /><br />I'm bored!<br />No job.<br />No Money.<br />No life.<br />HAHA!<br /><br />On a more postive note, i have survived!<br />I survived without a domestic helper for 1 week!<br />She went back to The Phillipines on the 6th and will be working again when she comes here tonight(11th).<br />THANK GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />didn't think i would survive any longer...<br /><br /><br />Class chalet was soso, rather wet.<br />I went on the second day and everyone just looked tired, but i still had fun though!<br />I'm not really going to start the i miss and love everyone speech because frankly i think we will meet and gather together next year.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-8783430819305466825?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-50065704374088972962007-11-23T17:53:00.001-08:002007-11-23T22:00:37.870-08:00Before you start browsing through this entry for your face, please read the previous entry thank you<br />As you know photogenic and ben do not occur in the same sentence.So try not to laugh when you see me in the photos<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0esHdJvqQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PwSmZzlBQss/s1600-h/DSCF0189.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136263144123902210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0esHdJvqQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PwSmZzlBQss/s320/DSCF0189.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Ming Chien , Jia Hao and Geng an(with the spaz look on his face)<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0esIdJvqRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cjI2VcIV3jE/s1600-h/DSCF0192.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136263161303771410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0esIdJvqRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cjI2VcIV3jE/s320/DSCF0192.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Elia looking cool with Jen and Priya<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0esJtJvqSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KKUoGYOYmDc/s1600-h/P9100092.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136263182778607906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0esJtJvqSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KKUoGYOYmDc/s320/P9100092.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Me and lyana<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eXZ9JvqKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/o4sIgCtUUKc/s1600-h/DSCF0173.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136240372207298722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eXZ9JvqKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/o4sIgCtUUKc/s320/DSCF0173.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Gordon , menon , mua and Ms Sek(who was the teacher ic for our sci-project)<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eXbNJvqLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Tl7CJt48TRQ/s1600-h/DSCF0174.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136240393682135218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eXbNJvqLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Tl7CJt48TRQ/s320/DSCF0174.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />YIHAN!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eXcNJvqMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PlWkZUhSPR0/s1600-h/DSCF0175.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136240410862004418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eXcNJvqMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PlWkZUhSPR0/s320/DSCF0175.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Me , ajay , taufiq and Gordon.<br />Unfortunately there is no proper explanation for the constipated look on my face.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eXdNJvqNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VcUl3iGsPow/s1600-h/DSCF0178.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136240428041873618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eXdNJvqNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VcUl3iGsPow/s320/DSCF0178.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />4/6 guys and mdm wong (looking serene ).<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eXddJvqOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_KjOijxA6W4/s1600-h/DSCF0181.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136240432336840930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eXddJvqOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_KjOijxA6W4/s320/DSCF0181.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I can't rotate this pic , so u've just gotta tilt your head.<br />Zhi An clinging onto marvern...don't ask.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0ePvNJvqFI/AAAAAAAAADM/_MLXpohRzbc/s1600-h/DSCF0166.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136231941186496594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0ePvNJvqFI/AAAAAAAAADM/_MLXpohRzbc/s320/DSCF0166.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Gary , Darren , Wei An , Ming Han and Ting Yi looking good!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0ePwdJvqGI/AAAAAAAAADU/NbomJw31Z8c/s1600-h/DSCF0169.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136231962661333090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0ePwdJvqGI/AAAAAAAAADU/NbomJw31Z8c/s320/DSCF0169.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Lets just close one eye on this one.<br />Dhevi and Hai Huang!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eP0dJvqHI/AAAAAAAAADc/vC2A8tb-how/s1600-h/DSCF0170.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136232031380809842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eP0dJvqHI/AAAAAAAAADc/vC2A8tb-how/s320/DSCF0170.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Halloween returns early...<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eP1dJvqII/AAAAAAAAADk/n4zEkdqMSjI/s1600-h/DSCF0171.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136232048560679042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eP1dJvqII/AAAAAAAAADk/n4zEkdqMSjI/s320/DSCF0171.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Wei Jie and Calvin , the cowboys<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eP5NJvqJI/AAAAAAAAADs/5pcTGjAnxnU/s1600-h/DSCF0172.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136232112985188498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eP5NJvqJI/AAAAAAAAADs/5pcTGjAnxnU/s320/DSCF0172.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Love? knows no bounds?<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eKPNJvqAI/AAAAAAAAACk/qwWfKYvLCbM/s1600-h/DSCF0154.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136225893872543746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eKPNJvqAI/AAAAAAAAACk/qwWfKYvLCbM/s320/DSCF0154.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Zhi Ling , Liyi , yi Min , yi Teng , KIMI , Fiona , SYmira , See Peng , ELI<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eKPtJvqBI/AAAAAAAAACs/fap54LcX1fk/s1600-h/DSCF0157.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136225902462478354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eKPtJvqBI/AAAAAAAAACs/fap54LcX1fk/s320/DSCF0157.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Non spastic shot of me and Huda!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eKQNJvqCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6ofVGFHWgR8/s1600-h/DSCF0162.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136225911052412962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eKQNJvqCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6ofVGFHWgR8/s320/DSCF0162.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Spastic me with fiona.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eKQtJvqDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dV7NGX0XSkA/s1600-h/DSCF0163.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136225919642347570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eKQtJvqDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dV7NGX0XSkA/s320/DSCF0163.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Bryan and Marvern<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eKRdJvqEI/AAAAAAAAADE/OhU8nSJXUBc/s1600-h/DSCF0164.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136225932527249474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eKRdJvqEI/AAAAAAAAADE/OhU8nSJXUBc/s320/DSCF0164.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Guys And Mrs Poh<br /><br /><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eHvtJvp9I/AAAAAAAAACM/_dWjfVlgOGU/s1600-h/DSCF0148.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136223153683408850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eHvtJvp9I/AAAAAAAAACM/_dWjfVlgOGU/s320/DSCF0148.jpg" border="0" /></a>The One The Only Louis!</div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0esG9JvqPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gXMv8Mw7JL0/s1600-h/DSCF0186.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136263135533967602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0esG9JvqPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gXMv8Mw7JL0/s320/DSCF0186.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Mary had a little..peter?<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eIK9Jvp-I/AAAAAAAAACU/NFoPfuWNe_Y/s1600-h/DSCF0150.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136223621834844130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eIK9Jvp-I/AAAAAAAAACU/NFoPfuWNe_Y/s320/DSCF0150.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Strike a pose gentlemen<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eI89Jvp_I/AAAAAAAAACc/IF7QBlwKnEo/s1600-h/DSCF0152.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136224480828303346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/R0eI89Jvp_I/AAAAAAAAACc/IF7QBlwKnEo/s320/DSCF0152.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Choon And Gordon</div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-5006570437408897296?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-27161343351592607792007-11-23T17:28:00.000-08:002007-11-23T17:53:08.324-08:00Really long time since i updated.<br /><br />Hols have been a stupendous amount of fun, but i find it rather meaningless , almost as though i want to go back and study.<br /><br />Well that's life isn't it , it's all about balance.<br /><br />Let me just try and recollect what I've done.<br />Uh seriously what have i done?<br /><br />Yesterday . i went to try and in-line skate with Louis , Ajay , Fiona , Symira and Jia Wen.<br />I use the word "try" , obviously because my attempts were unsuccessful.<br />Fortunately no photographs were taken of me in my attempt to skate , because i sort of pictured myself as an alcoholic gone wrong , on wheels....<br />I did learn though that the "G*** Guider" (this is the part where i get the killer stare from syamira) instinct not exactly reliable.<br /><br /><br />Thurs.....was kinda sad , my younger bro got his PSLE results , not exactly fantastic , but i believe God has a plan for him , and this was part of his plan, so let thy will be done!<br /><br /><br />Weds, i was literally driven over the edge with boredom , i decided to ask Bryan to go to the gym with me at Orchid Country Club.<br />We waited for the stupid shuttle service for close to ten minutes and then when it came , a whole team of Cat High Bowlers rushed into the bus...So we were both standing there with the"WTF" look on our faces.<br />We took the train down to khatib , we were at yishun before , and walked all the way into OCC.<br />By the time we reach there we were huffing ,puffing , panting , sweating.<br />IT WAS A GREAT WORK OUT!<br />So we went in to eat.<br />HAHA nah! Joking lah!<br />So we were like fooling around with all the machines until everything ache, and the lady at the counter kept giving us the warning stare , haha it was spastic. We went down again on friday after my falling exercise , now i can't feel my feet and my boobs. Wait i have boobs?<br /><br /><br />The rest of the week was watching movies and stuff.<br /><br />OK lets zoom back all the way to...grad balll.<br />The food was ok and stuff but i didn't really eat much , too worried about the dance that Azzizi , Fiona , Eli , Yi Teng , Jen Lee and I were gonna put up.<br />Ow yeah wait, must add something first , when i first got my grad ball stuff , i thought they were very expensive , i got a white shirt thing , and pants , cost about close to 150 , but when i arrived at grad ball i felt so under dressed LOL , cause people were turning up in suits with jackets and stuff , HAHA IT WAS PRETTY COOL!<br />And speaking of pretty there were lots of pretty girls that night!<br />They should rename grad ball night as cam-whoring night because that was what everyone seemed to be doing....<br />OK the performance supposedly was ok , but after watching the video , i had to disagree , i think everyone was good , i was the only clown.<br />Seriously.....one minute and ten seconds of shame.....<br />HAHA , none-the-less i wanna thank everyone who so sportingly join the performance , fiona and eli for coming up with the idea and Sharifah and Jen Lee for teaching us.<br />OK I'll upload the photos now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-2716134335159260779?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-66847651063418724122007-11-07T06:11:00.000-08:002007-11-07T06:19:33.917-08:00It's kinda weird and tiring.<br />When you don't have anything to do.<br />Anyway O levels is the biggest scam ever.<br />The papers are totally unlike what i imagined ; easy yeah ; but it's not necessary that i'll do well , since you know the bell curve thing....<br /><br />It really feels weird to have absolutely nothing to do.<br /><br />Hasn't anyone ever thought of what happens after they die?<br />Or like make plans about it?<br /><br />More mindless rambling.<br />O wells there is still chem and Bio paper one on monday and tues!<br /><br />All the Best PeopLe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-6684765106341872412?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-77722421931134241052007-10-17T05:59:00.000-07:002007-10-17T06:48:01.596-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYKIic2JNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6zS8ycS7g1M/s1600-h/DSCF0131.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br />WOAH 16 is great.<br /><br /><div>Have i mentioned that?</div><br /><br /><div>Thank you Hai Huang ,DALILAMA , Joanna , Jing Yan , Yoke Cheng and Dawn</div><br /><br /><div>for the birthday ball.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>AND NO to those sickos out there i did not forget to add the "s" behind ball.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I took photos of my presents....</div><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYJByc2JHI/AAAAAAAAABE/8LLIhlSDH-4/s1600-h/DSCF0105.jpg"></a></p><br /><br /><p></p>The balll (from hairy man , Joanna , Jing Yan , Yoke Cheng , Dawn , Dalilah)<br />It looks cool , but it's size 5 , kinda small , wdv it's not like i can play......HAHA<br />I'm not too sure what i did do with it....But really thanks anyways<br /><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYJCSc2JII/AAAAAAAAABM/Rdc1bE1Nlck/s1600-h/DSCF0123.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122291561097733250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYJCSc2JII/AAAAAAAAABM/Rdc1bE1Nlck/s320/DSCF0123.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p>(The Phone my Parents got me}<br />[The Stone Eli , Fiona , Menon ,Kimi , Mei Yi , Jia Wen , Yi Min , Yi teng , Kai Hui , See Peng , Pan Lu, got me]<br /><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYJDSc2JJI/AAAAAAAAABU/STmv5wK_DG4/s1600-h/DSCF0125.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122291578277602450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYJDSc2JJI/AAAAAAAAABU/STmv5wK_DG4/s320/DSCF0125.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYJCSc2JII/AAAAAAAAABM/Rdc1bE1Nlck/s1600-h/DSCF0123.jpg"></a></p><br /><br /><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYJCSc2JII/AAAAAAAAABM/Rdc1bE1Nlck/s1600-h/DSCF0123.jpg"></a></p>Same thing.........<br /><br /><p> </p><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYJDic2JKI/AAAAAAAAABc/GhYLgvHYf5c/s1600-h/DSCF0126.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122291582572569762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYJDic2JKI/AAAAAAAAABc/GhYLgvHYf5c/s320/DSCF0126.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>I got this from Auntie Dinah! Uhh i don't know if she'll ever read this but "THANK YOU AUNTIE DINAH" </p><br /><br /><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYJEic2JLI/AAAAAAAAABk/RIe2r89OeJw/s1600-h/DSCF0128.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122291599752438962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYJEic2JLI/AAAAAAAAABk/RIe2r89OeJw/s320/DSCF0128.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYKFyc2JMI/AAAAAAAAABs/n8_sUqAeJtY/s1600-h/DSCF0130.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122292720738903234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYKFyc2JMI/AAAAAAAAABs/n8_sUqAeJtY/s320/DSCF0130.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p><p>This was inside( i'm not sure if the pics will suit the caption) because Blogger can be quite a nutcase.</p><p> </p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYKJCc2JOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Omz05wevFMQ/s1600-h/DSCF0132.jpg"></a> </p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYKJCc2JOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Omz05wevFMQ/s1600-h/DSCF0132.jpg"></a><p align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYKJCc2JOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Omz05wevFMQ/s1600-h/DSCF0132.jpg"></a> </p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYKJCc2JOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Omz05wevFMQ/s1600-h/DSCF0132.jpg"></a> </p><br /><br /><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYKJCc2JOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Omz05wevFMQ/s1600-h/DSCF0132.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122292776573478114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYKJCc2JOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Omz05wevFMQ/s320/DSCF0132.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>All the stuff together</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Well those who know me well, you didn't think i would end the wonderful photo display like that would you?</p><p>Well as much as my ego would like to , i did have to resist the temptation to say: I thank God for all the above and most importantly ( inserts my face ).</p><p> </p><p>Psyched! Of course I had to end this off with a photo of the most handsome birthday present God could give me.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYJByc2JHI/AAAAAAAAABE/8LLIhlSDH-4/s1600-h/DSCF0105.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122291552507798642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxYJByc2JHI/AAAAAAAAABE/8LLIhlSDH-4/s320/DSCF0105.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p>HAHA PSYCHED AGAIN!</p><p>THATS MY SIS, SHE'S 6 !</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-7772242193113424105?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-31256336476591489402007-10-13T06:42:00.000-07:002007-10-13T06:51:25.658-07:00<div>Wanna thank God for the friends I have.</div><br /><div>the Mp3 player I have.</div><br /><div>the Phone I have.</div><br /><div>the Family I have.</div><br /><div>the grades I have?(mm..i suppose so)</div><br /><div>the life I have.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It's Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious to be 16!</div><br /><div>My friends got me a stone , my parents a phone , but I think God gave me the best present... </div><div> </div><div>AH well , this is for all you muggers out there</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxDM8yc2JGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/U2zIGzdO5I0/s1600-h/ephelump-butt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120818121027232866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RxDM8yc2JGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/U2zIGzdO5I0/s320/ephelump-butt.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>If you got a BIG problem don't sit on it for too long...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-3125633647659148940?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-36694311097879811932007-10-10T03:03:00.000-07:002007-10-10T03:08:40.434-07:00Wanna thank Yi min , Eli , Yi teng , Fiona , Mei yi , Menon , Jia Wen , Kimi , See Peng , Pan Lu and Kai hui , for making my 16th birthday memorable.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />AHHH lets just cut the mushy crap , THE ZEN STONE PLUS IS SWEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RwykFCc2JFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/soDqcXA3b3Q/s1600-h/Zen+stone+plus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119647282877572178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RwykFCc2JFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/soDqcXA3b3Q/s320/Zen+stone+plus.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />sEE ThAt pReTTy little thing! it sits in my pocket!<br /><br />16 is fun!<br /><br />Mug for O LVLS ppl!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-3669431109787981193?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-38561195755859723922007-09-30T05:22:00.000-07:002007-09-30T05:39:46.411-07:00Prelim results released on Tuesday.<br />Huda's post had something on "Enneagram of Personality"<br /><br />wiki-ed it : " <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enneagram_of_Personality">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enneagram_of_Personality</a> "<br /><br />pretty cool...<br />I scored 10( which is the max, i think) for both 2 and 4<br />..negative for the rest...<br /><br /><a title="Twos (Enneagram of Personality)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twos_%28Enneagram_of_Personality%29">Twos</a>: Helpers, Givers, Caretakers<br />Twos, at their best, are compassionate, thoughtful and astonishingly generous but they can also be particularly prone to clinginess and manipulation. Twos want, above all, to be loved and needed and fear being unworthy of love.<br />Ego fixation: flattery<br />Holy idea: freedom<br />Passion: pride<br />Virtue: humility<br />Stress point: Eight<br />Security point: Four<br /><br /><br /><a title="Fours (Enneagram of Personality)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fours_%28Enneagram_of_Personality%29">Fours</a>: Romantics, Individualists, Artists<br />Fours are driven by the desire to understand themselves and find a place in the world. They often fear that they have no identity or personal significance. Fours embrace individualism and are often profoundly creative and intuitive. However, they have a habit of withdrawing to internalize, searching desperately inside themselves for something they never find and creating a spiral of depression.<br />Ego fixation: melancholy<br />Holy idea: originality<br />Passion: envy<br />Virtue: equanimity<br />Stress point: Two<br />Security point: One<br /><br /><br />I've just realised how narcissistic this whole thing is!<br />Owww I love feeding my EGO!<br /><br />HAHA!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-3856119575585972392?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-828459646176940622007-09-19T05:04:00.000-07:002007-09-19T05:16:08.526-07:00<p>God Loves You! </p><p>"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, </p><p>that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because he has not believed in the name of God's one and only Son.</p><p> This is the verdict: Light has come into the world, but men loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil. Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that his deeds will be exposed. But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what he has done has been done through God." </p><p>John 3:16-21</p><p> </p><p>This is contradictory to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">alot</span> of things i do and say , i try my best to live like Christ did , but i am only human , and my faults are no more and no less than yours. Please don't judge me and use the word "Christian" like it is a bad word.</p>Have you heard of disaster's new spelling?<br />It's spelled : R-E-S-U-L-T-S<br /><br />I just barely took a break yesterday......<br />But since everyone is suffering , i shall quit whining!<br /><br /><div align="center">I did my best, right?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Time is running out. </div><div align="center">How much is left?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">If you hurry ; none.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-82845964617694062?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-19849966413444896142007-09-17T20:15:00.000-07:002007-09-17T20:16:48.281-07:00SCHOOLS OUT!<br />I mean prelims is over!<br /><br />HaVe FuN people until the results come back!!!!!!!!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-1984996641344489614?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-26699815165604929282007-08-19T01:08:00.000-07:002007-08-19T02:14:50.151-07:00Is there a minimum quota of blogging one has to fulfil before the blog reaches a stage where it is defined as "stagnating"?<br /><br />I really don't know what to blog about, life is miserable , that you already know.<br />And it's about to get even more miserable.....(that's a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lil</span>' secret i let you on)<br /><br />Oral this Friday. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Pracs</span> and language papers next next week.<br />$4$ weeks to Non-language subject prelims , please be reminded to torture yourselves during the September holidays.<br /><br />We've of all things "SS" to start with, followed by A maths ,<br /><div align="right">Bio,</div> E maths ,<br /><div align="right"> Lit , </div>E maths again ,<br /><div align="right">history , </div>chemistry<br /><div align="right">and then lit again.</div><br />The papers barely last two weeks.....<br /><br /><br /><br />Don't you think that nice people should get to be loved by the people that they love?<br />I'm not talking about me, I know I'm the last person with the double slash on the list of nice people. (not to mention the various vulgarities scrawled over my name)<br /><br />I'm just trying to understand why the nice people usually don't get the girl/guy they like , mostly girl , cause i don't know whether nice girls get nice guys , or whether they wanted nice guys in the first place and ended up with the nice guys , which should make them nice girls or not depending on whether the nice guy that they liked was a real nice guy or just one which they thought was nice and wasn't really nice when they weren't being nice to the girl that they thought was nice.<br /><br /><div align="center">Just managed successfully to confuse me is I.</div><br />Mrs <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Goh</span> called Wei An a "Georgy Porgy" in class.<br /><br />i found the nursery rhyme on it:<br /><br /><div align="right"> Georgy Porgy, pudding and pie,</div><div align="right"> Kissed the girls and made them cry. </div><div align="right"> When the boys came out to play,</div><div align="right"> Georgy Porgy ran away.</div><div align="right"> </div><div align="left">Basically that was really nasty and makes " walking with dinosaurs" seem perfectly innocent, and hence I've managed to make myself feel not guilty!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="right">Good job Ben!</div><div align="right"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I wanted to do a list on how the first letter of the name influenced the whole name but i found this hilarious pseudonym list to replace my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">fetish</span></div><div align="left"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span> </div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">FUNNY SOUNDING NAMES</span></div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span> </div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span> </div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"><ol><li><div align="left"> A.S. Muncher</div></li><li><div align="left"> Anita B. Jainow </div></li><li><div align="left"> Anita Dick </div></li><li><div align="left"> Anita Dickenme </div></li><li><div align="left"> Anita Hanjaab </div></li><li><div align="left"> Anita Hardcok</div></li><li><div align="left"> Anita Head</div></li><li><div align="left"> Anita Hoare</div></li><li><div align="left"> Anita Naylor</div></li><li><div align="left"> Annie Position </div></li><li><div align="left"> Anya Neeze </div></li><li><div align="left">Ben Derhover </div></li><li><div align="left"> Ben O. Verbich </div></li><li><div align="left"> Colin Forsecs </div></li><li><div align="left">Dick Long </div></li><li><div align="left">Dixie Normous </div></li><li><div align="left"> Dixie Rect </div></li><li><div align="left"> E. Jack Ulayte </div></li><li><div align="left">E. Norma Scock </div></li><li><div align="left"> E. Rex Sean </div></li><li><div align="left"> Eric Shun </div></li><li><div align="left">Fawn Dillmiballs </div></li><li><div align="left">Harry A. Nuis </div></li><li><div align="left">Harry Azcrac </div></li><li><div align="left">Harry P. Ness</div></li><li><div align="left"> Helda Dick </div></li><li><div align="left"> I. Yankit </div></li><li><div align="left">I.C Yadick </div></li><li><div align="left">Ima Homeau </div></li><li><div align="left"> Ima Hoare </div></li><li><div align="left"> Ima Reilly Cumming </div></li><li><div align="left">Issac Dick </div></li><li><div align="left"> Ivana Fuccu </div></li><li><div align="left">Ivana Hafsechs </div></li><li><div align="left"> Ivanna B. Spanked </div></li><li><div align="left"> Justin Hermouf </div></li><li><div align="left">Liz Bien </div></li><li><div align="left"> Master Bates </div></li><li><div align="left">Moe Lester </div></li><li><div align="left"> Otto B. Astripper </div></li><li><div align="left">P. Nisenvi </div></li><li><div align="left">Pat Hiscock </div></li><li><div align="left">Phil T. Rottencrotch </div></li><li><div align="left">Ron Chee </div></li><li><div align="left">Shara Dick </div></li><li><div align="left"> Stacy Rect </div></li><li><div align="left"> Stella Virgin </div></li><li><div align="left"> Tara Dickoff </div></li><li><div align="left">Vye Agra </div></li><li><div align="left">Vye Brator </div></li><li><div align="left"> Wayne Kerr </span></div></li></ol><p align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">from (<a href="http://www.geocities.com/dirty_sounding_names/">http://www.geocities.com/dirty_sounding_names/</a>)</span></p><div align="right"> </div><div align="left">This one is just cute :</div><div align="center"> Amanda Hugankiss </div><div align="center">Amanda Love</div><div align="center"> Amanda Yellatt</div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center">Study hard people </div><div align="center">All the best</div><div align="center">God bless</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-2669981516560492928?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-83571853474895762602007-08-06T07:54:00.000-07:002007-08-06T07:55:03.680-07:00My previous post was a misunderstanding , ignore it!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-8357185347489576260?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-37255535662715082202007-07-28T00:45:00.000-07:002007-07-28T00:55:22.577-07:00I wish you wouldn't go.<br />I pray against all odds that you wouldn't accept a place there.<br />I wish us to be in the same JC.<br />Though i'm not saying any of this , though i'm congratulating you but i wish you won't go.<br />Just tear up those fucking sheets of paper and don't sign a single damn one!<br /><br />i wish.<br /><br /><br />Be on the alert, stand firm in the faith, act like men, be strong. Let all that you do be done in love. 1 Corinthians 16:13,14<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-3725553566271508220?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-61500613982500154922007-07-25T05:08:00.000-07:002007-07-25T05:13:05.290-07:00Many daughters have done virtuously,<br />but thou excellest them all.<br />Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain:<br />but a woman that feareth the LORD,<br />she shall be praised.<br /><br />Proverbs 31:29,30<br /><br />I happen to find this exceedingly funny; it's like the bible actually talks about women.<br />wait here is another one....<br /><br />"He who finds a wife finds what is good and receives favor from the Lord"<br />Proverbs 18:22<br /><br /><br />OK maybe it isn't really funny , but it's just so darn amusing to me that is.<br />I'm off to mug.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-6150061398250015492?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-27523780429597571172007-07-22T06:12:00.001-07:002007-07-22T06:25:47.326-07:00<div align="left">talk about irony......</div><div align="left">talk about friends......</div><div align="left">talk about harmony......</div><div align="left">talk about ends.......</div><div align="left">talk about family.....</div><div align="left">talk about plans......</div><div align="left">talk about me....</div><div align="left">talk about then....</div><br /><br />It is sort of scary how close prelims is , and i just can't seem to accept it's importance and jump start myself into a panic.<br /><br />Oh shitty! shit! shit! the weeks seem to pass fast , almost too fast, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span> going to pray and pull through and so will you!<br /><br />So far so terrible :<br />1) We have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">GCE</span> O level English oral in 3 weeks time.<br />2) Prelim Sci-Practicals , English & Mother tongue in 5 weeks (35 days) .<br />3) We have the rest of Prelims in 7 weeks(49 days).<br /><br /><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ok</span> PEOPLE WE'RE SCREWED!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">~happy mugging~</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-2752378042959757117?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-34872250798279297442007-07-19T06:14:00.000-07:002007-07-19T06:23:45.022-07:00Fried Noodles in chocolate soup!<br />Stir it round and round and dump it in curry and....(what rhymes with soup?)..poop?<br />Mix it in your hair....<br />make sure it stays there......<br />and WALAH, free hair extentions( how do u spell this word?)<br /><br />HAHA!<br /><br />Crazy Day!<br />Cheena , math , chem , recess ,history, potato lesson.<br /><br />Pretty much boring and i've not sat for my SS test......<br />Then we had this really weird crazy leadership course thing...Elia was hyper and got the whole class hyped up, quite hilarious but the trainer couldn't stand zhi an.<br /><br />I decided that since zhi an is always trying to act sexy and trying to sing , he should be the new and improved 4/6's britney spear , and his theme song shall be :<br /><br />FEED ME BABY , IT'S RECESS TIME!<br /><br />I'm just really bored....tmr is racial harmony day , finally i'm halfway to becoming an indian!<br /><br />lalala...before i go off to cheena land we played frisbee today along teh fourth floor corridor, and the frisbee kept flying downstairs , it was sickeningly hilarious.<br /><br />Ow and on wednesday , mdm wong treated the whole class to MACS for recess, HAHA, SHE'S GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />ok cheena time , BB!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-3487225079827929744?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-34426463251337751082007-07-12T05:17:00.000-07:002007-07-12T05:49:06.586-07:00sick!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">of</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="right">potato</div><div align="right"> </div><div align="center">chips!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">HAHA!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-3442646325133775108?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-38458491559278450642007-07-06T23:59:00.000-07:002007-07-07T00:05:58.860-07:00Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked.<br /> A man reaps what he sows.<br />The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction;<br />the one who sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life.<br />Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.<br /><br />Galatians 6:7-9<br /><br />Thursday are scary days , or maybe it is just last Thursday , we have 5 hours of humanities lessons, sometimes i think extra lessons are a complete waste of time , or maybe just some extra subjects and extra teachers are a complete waste of our time.<br /><br />Anyways there are test next week , so study hard people. Ow AND please go and watch transformers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />OK nothing interesting as of yet, so study hard and take care people.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-3845849155927845064?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-43965949291521765042007-07-03T03:59:00.000-07:002007-07-03T04:08:40.361-07:00I feel very wicked today, during English she was going through verbs, nouns, etc.<br />Grammar basically , and then so many people were like not listening , sleeping , talking , doodling , and i was really really bored , and then she was rambling on about adverbs being qualifying words.<br /><br />They qualify verbs by describing them and qualify adverbs too (by describing them).<br />& i asked a question out of genuine curiosity with a bit( OK fine alot) of intention to spite her.<br /><br />I asked :"For the sentence: 'this is a long boring lesson' , is long qualifying an adverb" , and she got like rather defensive and tried to turn the tables on me and ask me how i wanted to make the lesson more interesting, she was obviously caught in an embarrassed situation , and i felt very guilty , i didn't apologize to her because i didn't have the guts.<br /><br />I'm a cowardly evil person , that i know , but i'm sorry, and i'm not doing it again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-4396594929152176504?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-76079342807161052732007-06-25T05:58:00.000-07:002007-06-25T06:13:11.454-07:00<p>Be anxious for nothing, </p><p>but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving </p><p>let your requests be made known to God. </p><p>And the peace of God, </p><p>which surpasses all comprehension, </p><p>will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. </p><p>Philippians 4:6,7 </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Study hard people prelims are up soon!</p><p>Happy Birthday Joanne if u ever read this, the fact that people remember to and bother to pull pranks on you on your birthday shows that people remember you and are bothered to show that you are remembered by them on your birthday by pranking on you....(err you should sort of roughly but not exactly get an accurate sense of the meaning that i am trying to convey to you)</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>With all these weird schemes to cheat people out there , it's hardly sane to donate money anymore, and even if you gave money for that poor African boy to eat , you do so without the assurance that that amount of money will go to feeding that child. Along the way , it might be taxed off here and there , so how much is actually used to help the child and how much is actually used to pay the people helping them?</p><p> </p><p>What i find most strange is that some people, educated professionals if i may add , would go all out to help those poor African kids, but what happened to "charity begins at home". What about the poor people in Singapore? There don't appear to be many , but i bet that they are there, but our "clean and green"....."old and poor people are to remain unseen" environment has driven them away from the public eye. You see some at the MRT stations , touting at the hawker centres here and there , these people are right before your very eyes , with no mediating organisation to cheat the money off , so why don't you passed that help from your hands directly into their hands.</p><p> </p><p>Does Helping Foreign People Make You Feel Better?</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-7607934280716105273?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-4373493089388055582007-06-07T20:44:00.001-07:002007-06-07T20:47:34.321-07:00YESH!<br /><br />I realised what i want to do!<br />I FINALLY REALISE WHAT IS THE ONE DREAM I HOPE TO FUFIL!<br /><br />To most people it won't mean much , but to be lost without a purpose , without that sparkly thing at the end of the dark tunnel , it's a desolate, empty, hollow, pitless feeling.<br /><br />I have this dream, this new found purpose, but yet it seems idealistic and not realistic, but it's my dream , and like all dreams it doesn't always come true<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-437349308938805558?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-70520424551670257582007-06-07T07:24:00.000-07:002007-06-07T07:54:38.464-07:00KEEP STRAIGHT BEN(D)!<br /><br />talk about irony......<br />talk about friends......<br />talk about harmony......<br />talk about ends.......<br /><br />talk about family.....<br />talk about plans......<br />talk about me....<br />talk about then....<br /><br /><div align="center">"I THINK I'VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH THE 8TH WOLRD WONDER!"</div><br /><div align="center">k..maybe not but </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">"I THANK GOD I FOUND YOU"</div><br /><div align="center">so does Mariah Carey</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">and i'm glad you know</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">"WHAT IS LIKE TO BE ME!" </div><br /><div align="center">at least Britney does or she sings like she does..(wait she sings?)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">You are running just running away very hard from those whom you've lost...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">so are you , you are running too , from those who love you yet have expressed it in a wrong way....</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">we fail to see what he does for us , especially so because we take for granted that he works for the family, puts in those late hours to put food on the table , water in your showers , electricity in your lights , payment in your phone bills...all these little almost all too standard things are his ways of saying i care, i really do....don't forget , you yourself are changing too , most of the time we don't even know, actually all the time..... try to look for all these little incy bits to appreciate him better.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">and to YOU! i don't really know how to help you....but i can pray though</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">AND TO BOTH OF YOU, who look so happy in Mdm Wong's house , like nothing is wrong , i'm glad that when you are with friends : nothing feels wrong.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"> OK MDM WONG'S HOUSE! : where the fun and laughter never ends</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Everyone sort of bought Mdm Wong something , food lah , choc lah even cactus, and we thought ,YESH we did something for her, and then Zhi An hit the gold mine , the FRIDGE , IT HAS ALL THE GOODIES...so much for buying her food...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">and then lunch</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Me: i think i got chilli into eye</div><div align="left">Fiona : me too</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Everyone else : LAUGHS!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">after lunch</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Zhi An: I like cooking , you get to burn stuff , but my parents don't let me</div><div align="left">Mei YI : You can try exercising....you also get to burn stuff</div><div align="left">Mdm Wong : *laughing out loud*</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">while watching oily guy sun tan</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Me: that guy is weird, everything i look at him he looks up</div><div align="left">Zhi An: WHERE GOT? Everytime i look at him he looks away</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Jing yan goes to the toilet (2)</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Mdm Wong : actually it really is quite dark, cannot tell if the door is open or not?</div><div align="left">Jing Yan : SEE I TOLD YOU!</div><div align="left">Someone : you should use your hands not go head on</div><div align="left">Me: She used her head , just the wong way...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">disclaimer: the above scenes were reenacted to that effect , no actual qoutation involved</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Jia Wen got double tall people attack </div><div align="left">Eli got w** j** attack</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">HAHA</div><div align="left">TODAY'S SESSION WAS RUMOUR GENERATIVE..not so much productive....</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">but it was fun. thank you mdm wong if u ever read this!</div><div align="left"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-7052042455167025758?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-1019895462235549072007-06-05T08:48:00.000-07:002007-06-05T08:59:36.082-07:00Imagine me and you<br />and you and me<br /><br />tried? didn't work? Ok so stop imagining.<br />I don't really know what to blog about though there is stuff to blog about , i just feel so pointless , is there such a feeling....<br /><br />So anyways today was Mdm Wong's house , Integration , Pizza , Kindness , tuition and friends<br /><br />Anyways i'm lagging behind in terms of work and yea i need to focus.<br />and i just feel so empty spiritually, like i'm straying away from God again.....<br /><br />I withdrew from the DSA , the desperately seeking attention , i mean desperately seeking admission excercise , because i'm good at bragging but not that good!<br /><br />Ow and i realise that i'm actually very skinny and need to eat more , or is it just me?<br />Ow wells i shall go on binging sprees anyways<br /><br />I'm in no mood to blog.....this is really contradictory and ironic....<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Nobody loves me<br />Everybody hates me<br />I'm gonna eat some worms<br />Fat Ones </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Big Ones<br />Gummy Ones too</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm gonna eat some worms</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-101989546223554907?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-80768830659634608472007-05-30T19:01:00.000-07:002007-05-30T21:04:40.605-07:00someone said this to me, it means a lot.<br /><br />it breaks barriers , opens up spaces of conversation that we've never dared ventured into.<br /><br />and it's all part of God's ineffable plan.<br /><br /><br /><br />I felt very happy yesterday, after coming back from a crazy holiday, i finished my tuition work, i FELT PRODUCTIVE!<br /><br /><br /><br />pRoDuTiViTY is a wondrous feeeeeeling!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />then i did a little research on my tag board, use a lil' SS skills , and after much cross referencing.<br /><br /><br /><br />Pause for a while , i wanna thank whoever invented the Internet for the wonderful "ctrl+f" button. It made language cross checking so much easier.<br /><br /><br /><br />I sort of figured out who "unknown" is , the funny person on my tag board...though I'm not too sure, but I'm pretty sure i don't have any other junior contacts(other than KT) , and I'm pretty sure he didn't' give me his email add , so I'm guessing it's......you know what that really doesn't matter, it's over- period! HA HA<br /><br /><br /><br />OK the trip to tioman was like CrAzY.<br /><br />It is the funniest trip so far that I've been on, we skipped church on Sunday morning , had a wacky meal at this place called sembawang although it's actually near pierce reservoir(Sg lah very strange)<br /><br /><br /><br />We crammed all our stuff and rushed to the Airport, then customs was hilarious, my Mom was stopped because she was carrying Lipstick,it was So darn funny, the new regulation is as such: liquids more than 100ml in hand carry language are not allowed.<br /><br />(liquids?lipstick?i've no idea too!)<br /><br /><br /><br />Following that was waiting for the damn plane, i HATE PLANES, especially the small ones, the pilot has like an agenda to scare the shit out of me, I'm serious , he was having a very good time rattling the piss out of me , the plane was going up , left , right , spinning , diving , dropping ,and suspending my ass in mid-air, OK fine I'm exaggerating but that was how i felt, every time the damn plane decreased in altitude my ass was always 5 seconds late, so everything was kinda hanging in mid air.<br /><br /><br /><br />The plane was a forty sitter , and we saw like Singapore getting smaller and smaller , and suddenly we were like in heaven , everything was white fluffy , like in sheep land, it was quite a nice scene if not for the fact that the stupid window was barely larger than my head( my head is not big , i think..)and also because my stomach was doing somersaults.<br /><br /><br /><br />OW and the landing , the plane like dropped for a while , and i was freaked like hell, and just as i regained composure and relax a little , The stupid pilot decide to dive again , so i was in a permanent state of freaked-outness like permanently.( pardon the error , i think i still am)<br /><br /><br /><br />When it finally landed, gravity force my ass into the seat, i thought for sure it was stuck, but nah I've gotta a small ass , so it got unstuck easily.When i got off the plane i realise that the ground felt kinda near , and i only figured out why when i realise that most people were standing up and i was like hugging the ground, you have no idea how happy i was to finally stand on solid ground.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ow lovely wonderful ground!<br /><br /><br /><br />So we took this funky no seat belt , no doors , no nothing, completely open-air, truck to our hotel, it was fun if not for the fact that the trees kept smacking themselves into my face. When we finally got there we were placed in like really bad rooms(according to my mom) but i thought they were okay, i mean I've this phobia against new places , so just as long as there ain't no blood stains , the toilet looks like a toilet , and you don't find long hair all over the place, I'm OK with the room. Berjaya resort is more of like a chalet , rather hotels.<br /><br /><br /><br />OK here is the fantastic part , the truck that they transport people around in is like slightly larger than a normal taxi, and the paths that led to our chalets are like strictly made for humans only , but the truck can like squeeze through and plonk itself right in front of our chalet.<br /><br />Malaysia is kinda like-your game-no rule- ... nice place.<br /><br />We had dinner on the first night , then we went to walk at the beach , it was so totally beautiful.<br />(i don't have any pics unfortunately , my dad's not very reliable in that area)<br />The sand slips pass your toes, the wind just caresses your hair and flings your clothes against the darkening sky, the water calms and is "icylicious", practically a sheen of moving glass , it's peaceful , and you have all the serenity you could have against the setting sun, and the blurring horizon.<br /><br />Then we got lost ,ha ha , we could not find our way back to the chalet , and my dad was still boasting to my mom about how he had this instinct of finding destinations.<br />It as SO FUNNY.<br />So there we were, my mom, dad, sis and I, walking about aimlessly in the dark , with some big creatures flying over our heads , and banana plantations in the back ground , come to think of it this sounds like a scene right out of a horror movie.<br /><br />Moving on, we were shifted to our proper rooms , they WERE HUGE. and we were just lazing around the whole night, i feel asleep the first , and woke up at about 1 in pitch darkness, and had the whole scare myself to sleep thing, i usually have this on the first night, the rest of my nights(2 to be precise) were OK.<br /><br />The next day , i sort of fainted in the toilet , my parents suspect me of being anaemic , and yea a whole lot of bullshit , but i got better anyway, had breakfast, and we were off snorkeling. We went to three separate places , coral island , marine park and reggis island.<br /><br />The sea is like clear up to 5m in depth , and the fishes kept biting my fingers, ha ha it was so cute.On our way to coral island we saw dolphins , YEAH THE ACTUAL FILPPITY , JUMPY , SHINY THINGY DOLPHIN, but snorkeling is annoying when u have to wear a life jacket , so at the marine park , we just went in without them, quite risky no doubt , but swimming in 5 m deep water is like WOW and scary too.<br /><br />The place is just so beautiful , there are like monitor lizards slothing their way around , and they don't seem to care about you, my dad was so cartoon , he was chasing the lizard around , and the making such a big fool out of himself, HA HA!<br /><br />The third day , we canoed to reggis island , and my hands don't feel like hands anymore , they are just dangling there, canoeing is very fun , although our canoes were like the new and improved , upgraded , alot easier to use kind....it was a mad fun day in the Sun , and my dad got scolded for jumping off the jetty , my dad did alot of stupid stuff on this trip , HAHA, crazy family!<br /><br />Lazing around at the beach , there were fishes swimming around my butt and everywhere.<br />Ok i shall recollect the animals i saw ,<br />i saw tiger barb like fishes near the beach where the river water met sea,<br />and i saw monitor lizards , some with yellow spots , some just big and gray,<br />i saw dolphins, the blue happy kind,<br />i saw monkeys , hanging around the dustbin outside ,near our chalet,<br />I saw this poor pig nose turtle stuck in a fish tank,<br />i saw parrot fish, lots of marine fish i can't identify,<br />I saw corals, mostly dull , my dad was rather amused by them though,<br />i saw sea urchins, most were the size of a small rice bowl like 10cm across, but there was like a colony of them that were close to 40cm across , so cute , they kinda look like my hair when it's wet and standing.<br /><br />I also saw this creature , that is usually white all over , it's often draped in a tight fitting water proof material that makes a good effort to reveal , certain parts, the creature is usually flabby all over , it speaks with a western accent , and you tend to find them like giant red walruses lazing on the beach at the end of the day, i believe they are called ang mohs....ha ha, every single one of them that i saw had a paunch...it's quite disturbing when you see them lumbering around when you are eating lunch...<br /><br />I visited the beach early in the morning on the third day, it's like time just stands still , the waves repeatedly slap themselves against the shore , and you just tend to think alot , and find alot of answers , then the wind carries bits of pieces of God whispering , it's just really sanctified.<br /><br />I've not laugh so much with my family in like forever , i just really thank God for this trip, and also for the fact that the plane didn't crash , or my younger brother didn't start screaming the word bomb and get all of us detained....haha<br /><br />HAHA , life is great , if you just fit all the crazy pieces together.<br /><br />I awoke this morning, and ran around my neighbourhood screaming : WHAT ON EARTH AM I DOING RUNNING AROUND MY NEIGHBOURHOOD AT 7 IN THE MORNING ON VESAK DAY?<br /><br />HAPPY VESAK DAY EVERYONE!<br /><br /><br />Ow Rihina has this new funny song, it's about umbrellas , and she goes like ela ela ela ay ay , haha she needs spelling lessons.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-8076883065963460847?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-32236741723583615372007-05-25T19:41:00.000-07:002007-05-25T19:47:03.705-07:00The really screwed part of exams is the exams;<br />and the screwed part about being screwed is that your holidays get screwed too....<br /><br />It's my first time hitting an L1R5 of more than 20 , it's 23 to be precise.<br />I'm not suppose to compare but there are people who can get 9...and stuff....<br /><br />So obviously I'm just plain stupid.<br /><br />I was still in a pretty good mood today...but things just soured somehow...I wonder why?<br />But well , SHIT HAPPENS , the only thing you can do is to smile it away....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-3223674172358361537?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-22441524838510717832007-05-19T23:22:00.000-07:002007-05-19T23:35:46.682-07:00<div align="center"><em>Building a civilised workplace</em></div><div align="center"><em> and<br />Surviving one that isn't</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Ajay and I ran around Orchard road to find Borders yesterday and finally settled for this book.</div><div align="left">It was quite funny getting lost in Orchard road , and rather stressful, people there don't walk , they RUSH.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">The Book is about surviving the office, it's politics , and branded assholes, which according to the book cover a wide range of people , which include bosses colleagues , clients and sometimes even oneself.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">It's helpful with a humorous unconventional twist to the self help-like genre, hope she likes it.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">The Literature workshop was not very helpful nor insightful , and after listening to the associate professor speak, i think we should all recommend Mrs Ashari to go do her PHD too...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I saw this on some one's nick, it sounded some what like this : </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I don't care what you think of me, </div><div align="left">and i won't change so that i will suit you,</div><div align="left"> because either way you will believe what you want to believe</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">and Dalilah's : you have no right to make me feel bad</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">HA HA , sorry Dalilah for copying without your permission, but i find these statements very powerful, try screaming them aloud and saying them at the mirror , especially Dalilah's. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">OK back to tuition work..how delightful!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-2244152483851071783?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-26237779297738343632007-05-18T19:29:00.000-07:002007-05-18T19:50:16.469-07:00I really want to know the reason for my existence, why I'm doing what I'm doing...why I'm studying...i really need to understand if all that I'm doing is necessary if i do not intend to stick to conventions when i grow up?<br /><br />If one does not see making money as the sole purpose in life, then how does all this studying now tie in with our future?<br />I like money i won't deny...who doesn't?<br />But i am pretty much satisfied with not living in luxury and comfort, so with ideologies that do not flow with convention and society , is education really that important?<br /><br />When i say education I'm not just referring to gaining knowledge , as i know people will rebut me with that, by education i mean our Singaporean education system kind of education.<br /><br />I am proud of our system but at the same time , it has sort of destroyed the "essence" of learning , we aren't being educated :we are being told what to know.<br /><br />There is a vast difference between learning and just knowing what is supposed to be known?<br /><br />Where is the discovery in that sense? Where is the learning?<br /><br />I'm afraid our education system may only be summed up as instructions prior to attaining an occupation...we are just knowing for the sake of passing that test and exam..but in reality these "facts" , these instructions are only capable of being applied when we are faced with a test , with those questions....in real life, we call them "facts" , "academic principals" <br /><br />We're not learning, not discovering, definitely not getting closer to the infinity of knowledge, I'm afraid our textbooks are just one giant book of disorganised answer sheets...<br /><br />The Singaporean education system does not test our learning ability , or our intellectual capacity , or any kind of intellectual skill , it's just one huge memory game....with a nicer sounding name.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-2623777929773834363?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-90549677838431345162007-05-17T05:15:00.000-07:002007-05-17T05:57:34.533-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RkxRMgPEQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/KqLEglC9INg/s1600-h/kitty+in+sink.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065512956138374082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RkxRMgPEQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/KqLEglC9INg/s320/kitty+in+sink.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>AND REDDER THAN EVER!</div><br /><div>We hit the beaches on Sentosa just yesterday since the 16th was declared a holiday by our principal(or is it principle)...</div><br /><div>No doubt the number of people was rather small , but small is nice and good things come in small packages, and although i'm really burnt i did say i thoroughly deserve it , since i enjoyed it just as much.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The exams are over , the stress is temporarily lifted but we're still gearing up for more, and i can see loads of people bucking up, it's great!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>But i learnt something very important from someone(the person isn't really significant..haha), and that is that in the exam it doesn't really matter how well you do , but it's just whether you put in your heart and soul , and have a clear conscience(not sure of spelling) to the fact that you did your best, that you don't come out and say : i could have done better next time!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Because at that point in time you did the best to that point's capacity, and that is what truly matters.</div><br /><div>Improvement is a to take a small step at a time and not take a single one back!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I realise that the blog is actually rather constrictive , i can't really say stuff here , it's not really my "diary " , not really my thoughts...in a sense....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Happy Birthday to the may babies! God Bless</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-9054967783843134516?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-38975385727872879812007-05-14T00:07:00.000-07:002007-05-14T00:09:00.589-07:00the posting page is all messed up...might have to change blog...<br />exams are cruel people<br />exams are cruel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-3897538572787287981?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-32418951782457837022007-05-02T07:08:00.001-07:002007-05-02T07:19:02.019-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RjicvbQslrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Oba1N7dx04I/s1600-h/with+love.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059966519936325298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiDqutxuwFU/RjicvbQslrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Oba1N7dx04I/s320/with+love.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Isn't this adorable , i just am mesmerised by this...<br /></div><div>but as lovely as this is , as close as they are , as eternal as the photographer made it.</div><div> </div><div>They will part one day , one will expire before the other and then when that happens , what happens to that other...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-3241895178245783702?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-77770021955846719662007-05-02T07:08:00.000-07:002007-05-02T07:10:10.087-07:00hey Unknown, I think i know you are i'm supposed to, and i'm just too stupid to get the clues that have been left behind , sorry if i took it out on you via the blog and sorry about my friends getting all rough against you , but people get stressed and yeap so sorry but please identify yourself!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-7777002195584671966?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-62099298330419730092007-05-01T05:41:00.000-07:002007-05-01T05:44:07.644-07:00Blessed are you!<br /><br />"You're blessed when you're at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule.<br /><br />"You're blessed when you feel you've lost what is most dear to you. Only then can you be embraced by the One most dear to you.<br /><br />"You're blessed when you're content with just who you are - no more, no less. That's the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can't be bought.<br /><br />"You're blessed when you've worked up a good appetite for God. He's food and drink is the best meal you'll ever eat<br />.<br />"You're blessed when you care. At the moment of being 'care-full,' you find yourselves cared for.<br />"You're blessed when you get your inside world - your mind and heart - put right. Then you can see God in the outside world.<br /><br />"You're blessed when you can show people how to cooperate instead of compete or fight. That's when you discover who you really are, and your place in God's family.<br /><br />"You're blessed when your commitment to God provokes persecution. The persecution drives you even deeper into God's kingdom.<br /><br />Matthew 5:3-10 The Message<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-6209929833041973009?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-28882772039821740612007-05-01T00:36:00.000-07:002007-05-01T00:43:19.955-07:00I can't even finish one crappy maths paper.<br />I don't see how the f*** i'm suppose to get my A1.<br />Not to mention i know nuts how i'm going to do well for chem.<br /><br />I don't understand why they bother to have a comb humanities subject esp one with history.<br />It's 6 chapters of SS on top of 9 chapters of History of which they can bullshit you with all sorts of essay questions.<br /><br />I'm stressed and pissed , yeah like thats not obvious , so it will be really nice if unknown people just identify themselves, cause it's annoying talking to someone i might not even know.<br /><br />Thank You!<br /><br />And if anyone has found a miracle drug that makes people focus PLEASE TELL ME!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-2888277203982174061?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-47453383869456663992007-04-30T06:26:00.000-07:002007-04-30T06:28:59.229-07:00the butterfly effect<br />I returned from tution in an unusually crazy mood today.<br /><br />Up till now i've not completed a single peice of work...unfortunately.<br /><br />I'm getting that stress feeling you get when there is insufficient time to complete the neccesary task required of us.<br /><br />Maths is all about practise isn't it?<br />I'm just wondering how much time i left to practise whatever there is , no to mention bio and chem and lit...ow wells....<br /><br />Spend the entire afternoon chatting with Lyana and Candace with the most biazarre exchange of words , i've not felt that "let go-ness" in a while.<br /><br />I'm sec 4 , i just realise.I'm wasting time again...i'm wasting time by typing i'm wasting time..isn't that ironical...i think it's about time we buckle down people .<br /><br />Since math needs practise lets aim to complete one math paper aday.<br /><br />Bio needs you to mind map all the 6 chapters and look through the Bio 5 yr series at the MCQ and the crazy essays that will turn up to freak whatever life you left out of you .<br /><br />Chem....uhhhh...idk.....haha......Ms Goh gave loads of worksheet , so make the best of them.The rest is up to you to tyco your way through.<br /><br />We know not what ripples one's pebbles make , whatever actions you take will have consequences unknown to you( maybe forever) but just to keep on the safe side and to keep one's conscience clear , it is best that we always stick to whats right so that whatever ripples that snake away will be good ripples from a good pebble.<br /><br />This is after all a butterfly effect<br /><br />I feel cramped up and stress again but i pray that i'll be able to let go once more and let these moments just be memories.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-4745338386945666399?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-77056086008689352212007-04-28T07:30:00.000-07:002007-04-28T07:53:07.329-07:00I was pissed in the evening , and i went to run to take the piss out of me , people usually do it in the toilet but i don't really stick to conventions.<br /><br />So anyways i can't really remeber nor pin point why i was angry.<br />While i was running , my thoughts were trying to keep up , and i was just doing really short burst and stopping, pushing my heart to the maximum, and this theory just came and smack me in the face( not literally)<br /><br />Two men race down the lane of life.<br />One only runs into set backs, the other only beats challenges.<br />The latter halves his distance towards his goal each time he beats a challenge.<br />While the first doubles his efforts and speed each time he gets over a set back.<br /><br /><div>So who is the winner of the race?</div><br /><br />The latter keeps on meeting challenges and beating them...but never meets any set backs<br />The first keeps on meeting set backs and getting over them...and everyone of them is a beaten challenge.<br /><br />The latter will always be halving his way in leaps and bounds , he will Forever be 1/2 way there.<br />But the first will make his way there real slowly but real surely.<br /><br />Eventually slow and steady wins the race.<br /><br />The point in this is that , don't push and push and expect miracles to pop right into your face, expect them but you've got to look for them hard.<br />& when miracles do happen don't rest on your laurels, leaps and bounds get you that much closer but never there , step back to look at the bigger picture.<br /><br />Take it slowly , you will get there on time eventually.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-7705608600868935221?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-83428755175306414592007-04-27T22:19:00.000-07:002007-04-27T22:26:02.885-07:00I just wanted to tell you about this certain friend , who despite all the stress and problems weighing her down has pushed pass and surpassed them all to have done well.<br /><br />She had to make tough descisions last year and despite so has made marked improvements in her work. Personally i feel that if she gets below 10 for this years o levels , i would say that she has beat all those 6 pters because the determination she has would have pulled here as far as them if not for issues. Keep it up!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-8342875517530641459?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-52235585126160628802007-04-27T21:47:00.000-07:002007-04-27T22:15:34.004-07:00Vagina, penis, cervix , testis, amnion sac , epididymis.......and so on and so forth<br /><br />I'm not turning into a porno-freak but this is all that has been on my mind for the past few hours since breakfast....<br /><br />Ok great just great, i sound like a porno freak , but i'm not , i'm just a very sad bio student that has been force to term sex as copulation , and make it the most boring thing on the planet.....<br /><br />I have officially finish 1/6 of my bio revision , and can say and know more about menstruation than you do...wait no i can't....heck!<br /><br />Moving on...<br /><br />I flunk the e-math test , attaining 1/4 of the total score, the answers were SO EASY!<br />AND like Mdm Wong said :" you'll will scream after you find out the answers" , but what was most dissapointing was that i didn't study the cummalative thingy much...and in the end i labelled the Axis wrongly.....yea...i know realllll stupid!<br /><br />Ok approximately 8 hrs ago..at about 4 pm plus yesterday( forgive if i'm wrong...bio short circuits logic) we played SCRABBLE!<br />WOOHOO!HAHA but we played it MAD MONKEY STYLE! Which was why indian accented spelled words were accepted and everyone had to give up parts of their time and brain cells for dalilah to form the word "B-I-G-O-T" , i've still no idea what on earth that means.....<br /><br />Basically it felt like going back to sec three except for the fact that there was no water and merlioning and we were quick to snap back to reality when uninvited guest appeared to rattle about untidy arrangement of tables..but yea tts his job..who can blame him.<br /><br />Before the scrabble.....was the most toturous period of time i've had to endure, ok maybe not "most". I had to finish a chinese composition before moving on to a chinese comprehension of which i didnot complete the summary. I tell you chinese just sucks the life out of you.<br /><br />Before the chinese was spiderman, same old same old...with ajay coming in just a few minutes before the show ended - typical<br />and after the show , louis leaving to buy food and returning a few seconds later because he stepped on his foot ( it's pretty amazing ,i'm still trying to get my head around the fact that he managed such a gymnastic feat)- typical<br /><br />Before the scrabble , before the chinese , before the spiderman , was the essay......<br />Mmmmm...........juicy gossip.......<br />Some people wrote about computers and overreliance( cnt spell) , some wrote about unforgetable events , but most people wrote about some people that only some people know about despite having most people read. ( do i make sense? )<br /><br />HaHA but the pt is that there were so many familiar names that wrote such beautiful essays, that simply goes to show that everyone is a concealed artist lacking a pen, and everyone can write. And also that some people just don't let go , some people just can perservere( correct spelling?)...the blond hair , mole ,vital, stats liking "Foreign Name" people and the remixing ex-crushes names people...uhh hmpptt..well i think i really said too much now. HAHA<br /><br />But what is life without a little rumours and a little infatuation and a little laugther.<br />Note to SOME people: A LITTLE , NO NEED TO RAMBLE ABOUT ICS( unless it's to a certain keen to listen lit teacher)<br /><br />Ok today's entry is SO long, well prep prelims are in 2 days people...study your informal and formal letter format...relax your minds before starting on the free writing...happy weekends<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-5223558512616062880?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-84324804617011370012007-04-24T07:25:00.000-07:002007-04-24T07:36:45.694-07:00Dear father,<br />I pray that we all buckle down to focus on our work ,<br />i pray that in all that we do, we do it to the best of our abilities.<br />I pray for all those who are facing difficults in every aspects of our lives , be it distractions from the computer or friends or girls/ guys ,or family problems.<br />I pray that these distraction are driven out of our hearts and minds , i renounce the devil and all his evil works that none shall interfere in our daily lifes , that the friends that we do not speak to , that we do not counsel personally will be ministered to by the holy spirit and have the blood of Jesus cover and cleanse them of all unrightousness.<br /><br />I pray that everytime we feel like giving up , everytime a task gets too overwhelming , that we donot sit down and give up , that we persevere on, that everytime we are face with difficulty that you will turn those words into challenge.<br />Jesus i pray that everyone that reads this will have a change in his or her life. Most importantly i pray that i will change by your power and forgiven by your grace.<br /><br />For<br /> "Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand"<br />Proverbs 19:21<br /><br />In Jesus most precious name I pray,<br /><br />Amen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-8432480461701137001?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-41752633498240577622007-04-20T21:27:00.000-07:002007-04-20T21:30:39.107-07:00Ok everyone seperate your desktops , take out a mouse and a keyboard.<br />Don't click on the test link until told to do so, you've got 5 min , you may begin.<br /><br />The friend test thing is not really a test nor really about friends , it's just entertainment, enjoy...<br /><br />Off to differentiate, cya.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-4175263349824057762?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852769758033952674.post-21865666694403230692007-04-20T06:47:00.000-07:002007-04-20T06:51:11.991-07:00blogging is actually a very interesting way of looking at how different people's mind veiw the day's events , it's like watching the same movie from a different director's point of veiw, if you get my drift.<br /><br />Ow and thanks people for tagging the tagboard! NIGHTS!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852769758033952674-2186566669440323069?l=klasiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10685408075163579577noreply@blogger.com0