<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199</id><updated>2009-02-21T12:59:56.271+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Lif3 is full of bLu3s</title><subtitle type='html'>2 decades and still going, everything begins here or ends here? I wonder...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-116835089822186787</id><published>2007-01-10T00:21:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-10T00:24:58.233+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Blog dead</title><content type='html'>Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just letting everyone know that I will no longer be blogging on this site. I will be switching to  the blog space provided by MSN messenger which is convinient for both myself and everyone else who are interested. Each time I post a blog in that space it will be automatically updates anyone who is in my MSN messenger friend list =). There you go, that's the link&lt;br /&gt;http://bencyl.spaces.live.com/blog/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Happy 2007. Good riddance 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-116835089822186787?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/116835089822186787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=116835089822186787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/116835089822186787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/116835089822186787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-dead.html' title='Blog dead'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-116524336230032772</id><published>2006-12-05T00:57:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-12-05T01:12:42.313+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Move forward, don't look back...</title><content type='html'>I woke up from a nap today and I realised, I have been repeating mistakes over and over again this year.  But no matter how bad things look like, it's always good to look at the positive side of things. As you can see, it is the last month of 2006. Any change or improvement this year for me? No. Setbacks? A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is moving. Everyone is moving forward but me? I am still stuck. Not moving forward at all. Interesting enough a friend of mine said to me "There will be a time when everyone is too busy to listen to your problem because they have a future to deal with while you look back at your past" *something like that, I edited a little bit*. Actually, it is happening already. I can feel a certain distance between myself and my friends. I guess I will probably just die a lonely death without anyone knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer, would be a good time to make a come back. Push myself to the limit. Might as well give my all instead of doing mediocrely. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;Need a jump-start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*summer camp* Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-116524336230032772?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/116524336230032772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=116524336230032772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/116524336230032772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/116524336230032772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2006/12/move-forward-dont-look-back.html' title='Move forward, don&apos;t look back...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-116283897260264776</id><published>2006-11-07T05:01:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-07T05:19:32.616+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Have I or I have...?</title><content type='html'>Today is just one of those days that I feel I have the worst luck in the world. I received a bad news. I do not wish to talk about it. I want to sort it out.&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself. Am I a failure?&lt;br /&gt;Have I failed as a son? Have I failed as a brother? Have I failed as a student? Have I failed as a friend? Have I failed as a person?&lt;br /&gt;Or I have failed as any of these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add salt to wound, I went for a car wash earlier today. While I was wiping my car dry, I realise I have lots of scratches on my car bonnet. It's not normal scratches and I figured perhaps the brush had some rough sand on it when I started cleaning my car. Unlucky? Sigh, things probably will look worse in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5am here and I still can't sleep. Is it the coffee I had from McDs or is it something else? I never have to deal with the issue of "Unable to sleep" because when ever I am not in a mood, I just lay down on my bed. But...not this time.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some rest so I can go...deal with this bad news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*restless* Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-116283897260264776?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/116283897260264776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=116283897260264776' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/116283897260264776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/116283897260264776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2006/11/have-i-or-i-have.html' title='Have I or I have...?'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-116230710898256624</id><published>2006-11-01T01:20:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:35:09.063+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Get to Know Yourself Better</title><content type='html'>The title says it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the REAL you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are a very serious person. You tend to be quiet and well behaved, and you don't have a great deal of self-confidence. You prefer to be alone rather than with friends and that could make you a little less interesting to certain types of guys. You are very attractive in an individual kind of way, and this means it can take people a little while to get to like you.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;2. You don't really care about other people's feelings. You do things the way you want and usually think only about yourself. You are easy-going and love to have fun, but you can be irresponsible as well. You are not keen on serious discussions because they can make you remember that life isn't always about parties.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;3. You are a bright, cheerful and bubbly person. You are thoughtful and considerate, and like to have fun. Everybody feels comfortable around you because of your pleasant nature. When you walk into a room, people's eyes are likely to be drawn to you because of your charm.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;4. Your peers think of you as a fun person, but sometimes you can be a little irresponsible. You can be somewhat childish, and can try to ignore the fact that you will one day need to really grow up and be a mature adult! Perhaps you could start reading good books; they might help you look at the world in a different light. You do want to be taken seriously, right?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;5. Your girlfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your girlfriend, are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, interesting...not too sure about the fifth one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-116230710898256624?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/116230710898256624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=116230710898256624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/116230710898256624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/116230710898256624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2006/11/get-to-know-yourself-better.html' title='Get to Know Yourself Better'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-116192859680253333</id><published>2006-10-27T15:08:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:26:36.816+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Waaahhh Laaaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>I know this is lame but I have to this. LOL. It's funny how girls can spark a change in your life. I was deciding on what to have for lunch today, so I decided to ask around and someone suggested SUBWAY. I have not eaten SUBWAY for ages, ever since...I can't remember. So, I decided to get...SUBWAY for lunch! (I used to eat SUBWAY a lot back when I really take care of myself, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/PA270109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/PA270109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ignore the backdrop of this picture. LOL. $11 for a meal in subway. I bought a foot long Italian Herbs and Cheese with Cheese Steaks. Yumm!!! A cookie + a drink 8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/PA270132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/PA270132.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6 inch in my tummy, another 6 inch to go!!! ROAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/PA270133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/PA270133.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a good way to end a big feast, cookie anyone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, for enduring this lame post. I shall not do anymore advertisement for SUBWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*satiated* Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-116192859680253333?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/116192859680253333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=116192859680253333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/116192859680253333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/116192859680253333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2006/10/waaahhh-laaaaaaaaa.html' title='Waaahhh Laaaaaaaaa'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-116153148547437734</id><published>2006-10-23T00:48:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-23T01:08:05.486+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!! ... to Soccer!</title><content type='html'>I played soccer today!&lt;br /&gt;It was really embarassing, I played worse than the first time I touched the ball when I was a kid. My reflex was slow, my movement was slow, everything was shyt. But still I manage to score a goal. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watched a soccer match too! Man Utd vs Liverfools. And YES! Utd WON! 2 - 0!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways good to be back. Hopefully I will be better next time I play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/PA230101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/PA230101.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And check out my short hair!!! For those who didn't know, I have been wearing a longer hair style for quite a while. Need some time to get used to &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, that's it for me this time. More to come hopefully!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*need a hug* Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-116153148547437734?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/116153148547437734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=116153148547437734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/116153148547437734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/116153148547437734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back-to-soccer.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!! ... to Soccer!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-116132406677569944</id><published>2006-10-20T14:40:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-20T15:31:06.786+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Dark room</title><content type='html'>I saw a small beam of light on the floor of this dark room.&lt;br /&gt;I looked up and noticed a small crack at the ceiling of this dark room.&lt;br /&gt;I see...I see a glimpse of hope.&lt;br /&gt;I see a chance to get out of this dark room.&lt;br /&gt;This small crack will be a chance for me to escape and leave this dark room.&lt;br /&gt;But, I think I still need someone from the outside of the room to help me increase the size of the crack...&lt;br /&gt;So...help me &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave this dark room!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-116132406677569944?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/116132406677569944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=116132406677569944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/116132406677569944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/116132406677569944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2006/10/dark-room.html' title='Dark room'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-115678673161187464</id><published>2006-08-29T02:42:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-29T03:08:51.663+09:30</updated><title type='text'>End of the Road?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/end-of-the-road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/end-of-the-road.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, all good things will come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Is it about time I call it quits and start a new path? It has come to my attention that my effort on this digital object will go to waste no matter what step or path I take next.&lt;br /&gt;"Say, name me any of your real life friends that are on the same path as you do?"&lt;br /&gt;"What? You have none? Then why are you still on this path?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true, it is very time consuming. But it has been a very part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me to take a break, and have a thought about it, how will it affect my life.&lt;br /&gt;A long lost good friend been asking me to stop and have a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-115678673161187464?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/115678673161187464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=115678673161187464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/115678673161187464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/115678673161187464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2006/08/end-of-road.html' title='End of the Road?'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-115618245667639693</id><published>2006-08-22T03:14:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-22T03:17:36.690+09:30</updated><title type='text'>+3ar dr0p</title><content type='html'>For the 1st time in as many years, I had tears in my eyes. I couldn't hold back, I couldn't control it. I was too down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-115618245667639693?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/115618245667639693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=115618245667639693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/115618245667639693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/115618245667639693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2006/08/3ar-dr0p.html' title='+3ar dr0p'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-115589363060720578</id><published>2006-08-18T18:25:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-18T19:03:50.616+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Miscalculate...</title><content type='html'>Sigh, I felt like shyt...yet again I failed to hand in my assignment on time, which worth 15%. I misjudged the time I need to complete it, so farking gee gee. And I thought it was due end of the week, Sunday instead of Friday. "thought" "assume" screwed me...am I forever stuck with this problem? I spent all my time on the assignment for the past few days but yet...I guess I need to start ASAP next time. Not really into anything lately, farking depression FTL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/P8180033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/P8180033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-115589363060720578?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/115589363060720578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=115589363060720578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/115589363060720578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/115589363060720578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2006/08/miscalculate.html' title='Miscalculate...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-115450191172466461</id><published>2006-08-02T16:21:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:28:31.736+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Graduation!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes yes, graduation. But not me. Just dropping a simple post to congrats my fellow friends who graduated today (Yesterday). All the best and good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/P8010003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/P8010003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/P8010014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/P8010014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/P8010015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/P8010015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/P8010017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/P8010017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to miss you guys, well for those who are leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa love, Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-115450191172466461?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/115450191172466461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=115450191172466461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/115450191172466461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/115450191172466461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2006/08/graduation.html' title='Graduation!!!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-115073453636898010</id><published>2006-06-20T00:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-06-20T02:20:10.873+09:30</updated><title type='text'>1st Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First day of exams...started badly. Choked right before the exams, head was spinning badly during the paper and all in all, did not really prepare well for the paper. That sums up the whole semester.&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed, I will probably get a CP for this one, or else you-know-what grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Irony...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received an e-mail from my uncle earlier yesterday night. Says&lt;br /&gt;"Just to let you know Girl gets MU Law. All her hard work of studying paid off."&lt;br /&gt;"Boy, good luck in your exam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a simple e-mail, but it holds lots of meaning in it. The more I think about it, the more it hurts me. It hurts me so much that...I feel like I don't deserve what I have at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to chat with my cousin sister = Girl. Congratulated her. And asked her why Law? Was quite surprised actually. Says she is interested. I guess interest plays a very important role in our daily life especially in what ever we do. Interest in studies means will excel in studies? I believe so. We had a normal conversation and talked about how's life, studies etc...and starts talking about how I should enjoy my life as a student etc etc...it's really ironic really, my cousin sister giving me all the advice. She said something, which is sad but true, goes something like this "It's sad that you have taken the road that you are not suppose to". It's half the truth really. I want to do this but it has taken too long for my liking. 1 more year really, not long a distance but still some time away, that's if I pass everything this semester. Next stop, second paper on Thursday. This one shouldn't be a problem. Friday one would be a bit troublesome. Will see how it goes. Time to prep for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pic of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Look&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/P6190008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/P6190008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; girlish? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/P6190026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/P6190026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-115073453636898010?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/115073453636898010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=115073453636898010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/115073453636898010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/115073453636898010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2006/06/1st-day.html' title='1st Day...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-115038236706091424</id><published>2006-06-15T23:29:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:09:27.083+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Prep....for Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yet to start any materials and yet my 1st paper is getting nearer with each passing time. Rougly 3-4 days left for me to prepare for my exams. I have exams on the 19th, 22nd, 23rd and finally the last one on the 29th. Again this semester I did terribly on my assessment and this really worries me. One of my subjects requires me to get at least 75% for my final in order to pass it. Sigh, it's make or break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Uni earlier today after having lunch with my group members. It was just to celebrate one of the members birthday. How ironic it is when I found out that I am the oldest in the group but yet, I don't act like one. I guess age can't judge the maturity of a person. Anyways, I manage to get some work done in Uni, printed out notes and past year papers. Umm, some progress perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World Cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 7th day of the competition (I think) and the 1st set of games have completed (Group A already started 2nd set of games). So far, Argentina and Italy have been impressive. Not too sure about Czech since I did not watch the entire game (I could say USA is just crappy). A bit disappointed with the Japanese team, although Australia did well to make an impressive come back. Looking forward to the 2nd set of games, I will most probably pick a number of games to watch cause I need to study remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped raiding this week and hopefully that it continues till the end of exams. I had a couple of weird dreams lately...and I hope I will be able to find time to talk about it on my blog in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, there are always UPs and DOWNs...so when you are DOWN, think of something that makes you feel good about yourself. Think about the old man that you helped cross the road earlier during the day, how grateful is he to a young man/lady like you. Think about the small change that you drop into the donation box in McDs (not sure if McDs really donate it or keep it for themself)&lt;br /&gt;Keep yourself on track...on the road when you feel like pulling over, just think again on what circumstances you should pull over...when you feel like giving up, think again. Why should you? Then think what lies behind the goal...the finishing line....&lt;br /&gt;Easier said then done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Short term goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Ps 1 CP, Credit is a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last but not least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos!!! Who doesn't like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/P6100102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/P6100102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Unsure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/P6100117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/P6100117.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving for a kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I need someone to snap me a decent photo of myself...PST&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all the best and good luck to all who are having/had their exams (and most importantly myself too!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好好学习！&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-115038236706091424?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/115038236706091424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=115038236706091424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/115038236706091424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/115038236706091424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2006/06/prepfor-exams.html' title='Prep....for Exams'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-114754476697091346</id><published>2006-05-14T03:24:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-14T03:56:07.036+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Failure...is not an option</title><content type='html'>It has come to the point...&lt;br /&gt;So close to the finishing line&lt;br /&gt;Yet so far from the goal...&lt;br /&gt;Same shyt, different time&lt;br /&gt;Dejavu? Cliche? You bet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a lecture/advice from a friend not too long ago...which kinda gave me mirror image of what is happening in my life at the moment. Care to know what is going?&lt;br /&gt;I have put myself into a position where I can no longer set my priorities right...again.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I get the same words coming from everyone "Set your priorities right, Studies &gt; All" and yet, my brain just can't accept that command. Obviously something is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of the year, I thought this year would be a great year for me. I had a great feeling about this year and it just came to me that way. But as time passes by, I realise that I was deceived all this time. (Been saying the same shyt again and again, is this just part of life or is it my fault that it is repeating itself like an endless loop) Somebody out there needs to smack me on the head and wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;I am stoping here for tonight, my Cold isn't getting any better. I almost choked to death because was coughing heavily. If only...I choked...to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-114754476697091346?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/114754476697091346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=114754476697091346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/114754476697091346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/114754476697091346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2006/05/failureis-not-option.html' title='Failure...is not an option'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-114568746820477541</id><published>2006-04-22T15:15:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-22T16:01:08.250+09:30</updated><title type='text'>What the...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I was sitting in the cafeteria with a couple of friends, chating about what we did during the Easter break. This guy told me he went to Melbourne for a soccer competition and I was like damn, if only I knew about it, I could have joined him. Then this other friend of mine said he went to Sydney to meet up with his friends, cool cool. And what did I do? I was stuck at home all the time, work and play. The break didn't go as planned as I wanted to do some studies to catch up with the stuffs I missed in the first term. Then one of my friends asked "How is your girlfriend? You don't seem to talk about her much". I was like LOL. "Speak of the devil, there is your girlfriend at the cafeteria door, seem to be looking for ya" goes my friend.  "Really? OMG...I don't think she is suppose to know that I am here". So I turned around and saw her walking towards me and as you could have guessed, she looked pissed. But when she arrived at the table, she said "Hello" and waved to my friends. So I asked her "What's up hon?" And she was like "What's up?", and as typical as it looks like in a drama/tv series, she grabed the glass of water on the table and the next thing I know, I am all wet, on my face (&gt;.&lt;). She left the cafeteria and basically everyone witnessed the whole thing was either shocked or was trying to control themselves from laughing. A friend of mine asked "Dude, what did you do to her?", I said "I have no farking idea!" and he suggessted that I go after her. I left, heading back to my place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at my place...&lt;br /&gt;The door was unlocked, and I went straight into our room, there she is, packing her stuffs. "What the hell just happened?" I said. "Why don't you ask yourself what happened? or why is this happening?" she said. She continued "You don't even spend time with me anymore and I am not sure if you still love me or not. It's either you hanging out with your friends in Uni or you spending your time in WoW, all the time. And and...we don't even go to bed at the same time anymore. You stayed up late at night just for a stupid game. I...just don't feel your love anymore". There she was, on the floor crying...What have I done? To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-114568746820477541?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/114568746820477541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=114568746820477541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/114568746820477541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/114568746820477541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2006/04/what.html' title='What the...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-114510504909298056</id><published>2006-04-15T21:32:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-15T22:14:09.166+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Bubble blew...oops...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I woke up this morning, switched on my laptop and guess what? I received a message on MSN from a long lost friend. And the first thing he said "Bubble burst la, not blew..." I was like "Oops...". Damn, what is wrong with my English? Then I said to him "Well, look what happens to my English when you don't come online often anymore" To be honest, he is one of those friends who actually corrects me if I do anything wrong. Isn't that what friends are for? So I was like "Hei, what the hell, maybe I should post something on my blog about this". I know...I know, like every other post, I always said that it has been a while since I last posted. As a matter of fact, the last time I posted was end of January, so that's like 3 months ago? And yea, I am kinda dissappointed that I did not even post anything on my Mum's trip here. Sigh. I will probably be posting on the trip and some photos of the trip on the coming post, hopefully (if I do not get distracted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Easter break at the moment, and the first week of the term break is almost over. I have another week and I am yet to start catching up on stuffs that I miss during the six weeks in University. Hence the nick I had on my MSN, "bubble blew", I mean "bubble burst". There are so many things to catch up on, that I don't even know where to start and if I don't do anything soon, I am going to be in trouble. The work load is increasing as time passes by, and here I am doing nothing about it. I really need... something to change me, something to happen that will make me say "that's it, I can't take this any longer, I have to do something..." I want the bubble to burst!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this will be a short one because I don't want to get distracted while posting an entry.  I'm off for a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-114510504909298056?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/114510504909298056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=114510504909298056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/114510504909298056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/114510504909298056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2006/04/bubble-blewoops.html' title='Bubble blew...oops...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-113842185313204841</id><published>2006-01-28T12:29:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:47:33.190+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Here comes dawgy dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the eve of Chinese New Year or Lunar Festival, everyone in the family will gather up and have dinner together. Well, not just a normal dinner among your very own family but you have your entire family tree. Then like always, everyone will catch up on each other since it would be like a year since everyone last met each other (if your relatives are from a far away land). So on this special night, not everyone is lucky enough to sit right beside a family member and have dinner together, and I am one of them. Well, I'm not bitching about it, just that someone mentioned about it and I was thinking about it. Anyways, this is like my second time not having this family dinner thing, so yea, it is cool with me. No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;So this year, is the year of the dog. And I'm saying this from my own point of view and some reading, they say those ppl who are born in this year are faithful and loyal, like a dog. So for instance if you have a lover who was is born in the year of dog, then yea, I am sure he/she will be pretty loyal but they(people born in the year of dog) are pretty stubborn, selfish and eccentric -.- so there you go. That's a short characteristic/personality on people born in the year of dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been a while since I updated my blog, and the sad thing is there is no entry about the new year, year 2006. I have been kinda got hooked with World of Warcraft and I have all my priorities in a wrong order. But yea, with the turn of the year, I have a good feeling that 2006 is going to be a good year for me. Well, I have no idea why but I just feel good about this year. A good friend told me that if my blog is not updated, it means that I have no life cause there is nothing to write about. I would say yes and no. Because some people blog to write stuffs on their daily life and such but for me I do it because I need to keep my head off something else. So I guess this is pretty much the reason why I have this post up eventhough it has nothing to do with what is bothering my head at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be expecting a visit from my mum this coming week, next Tuesday to be exact. So next week I will be spending most of my time with my mum and I will have a break from work for a week. And talk about work, I think most probably I will quit the job as soon as I hit year 3 and I am planning to get some job experience in the IT industry. After almost a year on this kitchen job, I realised that I don't enjoy it anymore, it is not fun. I think doing something fun is one of the things that encourages me to do something and lucky for me, I find coding is fun but not the studying part 8(. So I don't know, I need to find some way to motivate myself and do well since my GPA is kinda sucky at the moment. I promise myself to get an average of Distinction this semester, will try my best to do that. All I need to do is juggle my time, soccer, studies, work and time spend with the computer. So that is like four stuffs so it is not too bad. I think that is pretty much it for this post, I will post another if I still can't keep myself distracted from i-want-away 'thing'. Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-113842185313204841?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/113842185313204841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=113842185313204841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/113842185313204841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/113842185313204841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2006/01/here-comes-dawgy-dog.html' title='Here comes dawgy dog'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-113536245734750474</id><published>2005-12-24T02:04:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-24T04:57:37.403+10:30</updated><title type='text'>One step closer...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know, it has been a while since I last updated my blog. My apologise to all who had been coming back to the blog and found nothing but old entries. Actually there was this idea of inviting a good buddy of mine to write some entry in my blog, he said "I think it is a good idea since you already have a fan base" and I was like "What fan base?". But up until now, I still have not seen a sign of him hinting that he wants to actually post an entry on my blog. Oh well, so be it. Okay, so let me update on what has been happening in my life recently. Well, I just had a look at my blog a while ago and I found out that actually the last time I posted was about a month ago, right after I had my last paper. So yea, my results are out, I passed and my expectation was passing all my subjects, I got a credit for 1 of my paper so that was a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;Next semester will be my second semester of my second year, and then I will be in my third year and then I will finish my degree. Yea, I am one step closer to getting a degree now. Finally, I am seeing some results. But most of the time, things do not look as promising as they seem. Seriously I want to get over with this and be able to free myself so that I can cut the tie between me and my parents, as in not depending on them financially. I can't take it anymore as money is always the main subject. So most of you guys thought, wow, he's studying overseas, he must be from a rich family. Hell no, I wish I am from a rich family. My mum always remind me not to waste the hard earned money and sometimes I thought to myself, why the hell would I even bother to spend this much of money to come abroad to study. Why not just leave me be after high school? Let me live my own life. No, we can't do that, we must always give or provide our best to our children...says who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results for PMR are out. My brother told me before the exams that he is goin to get 7As, yea right, as if he is going to get 7As with his attitude or way of studying. Be realistic man. So results were out, he told me he got 4As 3Bs 1D. But of course I didn't say to him that I expected him not to get 7As, that would be like being my dad. So I asked him where did he go wrong, which subjects he got B and how come his freaking Chinese paper got a D. Obviously my parents are really disappointed with him, after all, they spent so much money on tuition to make sure that he do well in his PMR. Well, the results pretty much tell the whole story. Either the tuition teachers suck or my brother is not paying attention to his studies at all. To be fair, I think I will let my brother decide what is the reason behind his failure to get 7As. Then there is this one part, but I will just leave it out...not something I would want to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Back to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a bit off topic there. I guess what ever we do, we need to do it one step at a time. So once you finish that step, then you are a step closer to accomplishing your goal. Well, life isn't that complicated, is it? Nah, I would say it is easier said than done. Arh, suddenly my brain went blank, no idea what to write =b, bah, I will continue tomorrow, Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas, just in case I don't post another entry =b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-113536245734750474?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/113536245734750474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=113536245734750474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/113536245734750474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/113536245734750474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-step-closer.html' title='One step closer...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-113301785100924201</id><published>2005-11-26T23:25:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-27T01:40:51.066+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Cold Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It's not been the most exciting start for the summer this year. Hot blazing sun and dry atmosphere accompanied by wet rain and cold wind, plus my exams haven't been promising. My exam timetable was pretty cool, all three fell on Saturdays, so I had like 1 week in between to prepare. But sadly, it did not happen for me. I took my time too long, and the preparation was like, shyt. I guess I took things for granted. Why o why I never learn from my mistake. So is history going to repeat itself again? Oh goat, please no. And I just found out that 2 subjects that I am taking this semester is a pre-requisite for subjects in the coming semester, goodness me. Just hope and pray that I will pass this semester. I'm getting tired of having to go thru this over and over again. Yea, I admit, I am not those studious kind. I may look smart but maybe too smart for my own good, pfft. Today I finished my last paper, it is a 3 hour paper with 8 questions and the best part is, it is an open book examination, means I am allowed to bring any written document/text into the exam hall which is of course, helpful. So there I was, sitting on the table, flicking thru the exam papers during reading time and determining which question to do first. Reading time is up, and the first thought came to my head, how easy this exam could have been if I am fully prepared for it. So I get to work and started with the easiest question and ironically I got stuck. Isn't life full of irony? I was so confident that I could complete the question in a matter of minutes, but sadly, no. Didn't happen, but finally got it done and wasted some precious time, and it goes on and on, as I do question after question and then the invigilator announced that there's 30 minutes left. I didn't panic, because I was fully aware of that since I can hear the clock ticking right in front of me. I was still trying to work out the answers for some questions that I thought I might be able to get some marks. In the end, to no avail, I couldn't complete my paper. I left the exam hall with the feeling that I knew I could have done better but it is too late now. After completing the exams, I finally realise, how dreadful and pathetic this semester had been. I have to admit, a little miracle is needed to save my screwed up semester. Depending on my results, perhaps I should really sit down and think, whether I should continue studying or not because I have to admit, I haven't been a responsible student and son. Results will be out in a week or two, and in the mean time, I only can sit and wait or perhaps pray as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering, back then when I was a kid, how the hell did I study? I don't remember putting too much effort into studies and yet still be able to be among the cream of the crop, sigh. Perhaps time has changed, and I am at a different level. I remember back in pre-U, when I did CPU in Taylor's, we have like quizes and homework. Those stuff really help a lot, so I wonder, what did I learn for the past 10 years plus when I was in primary and secondary school? What is the Art of Learning? Where the hell is my self-discipline? I think I am at the stage where I will be able to come up with these answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, summer holidays are here, and to be honest, I was looking forward to this one because it will be my longest break for almost a year, well minus the fact that I was actually holidaying during the semester. But now, with how things stand, I don't think this would be the summer that I hoped for, this cold cold summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bennie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-113301785100924201?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/113301785100924201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=113301785100924201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/113301785100924201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/113301785100924201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2005/11/cold-summer.html' title='Cold Summer'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-113098129627681971</id><published>2005-11-03T11:39:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-03T12:04:47.816+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This entry will be short and simple. I came up with this statement/quote, what ever you want to call it, and sort of paraphrased it, just in case someone trying to say I am a copy-cat, yea, I took it from somewhere, sort of, but it is just a thought that I had longing to express, here goes;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    "If friendship was biscuits, I don't have to worry that I'll get hungry in the middle of the             night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know what that means? Please kindly drop a comment or two, much appreciated, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After back to back defeats to Middlesborough and Lille, one can't help feeling that United is no longer the once exceptional team they used to be. Despite having a good start earlier in the season, well, you can call it a good start for a team that is hardly a threat up front, hardly string passes together and some what vulnerable at the back, United's weakness is starting to show, lack of depth because of injuries (dejavu?) and the list goes on. I got this quote from Soccernet.com, says;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"It was awful from United. Hesitant in defence, sloppy in midfield and static up front.                 Troubled times indeed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very well said. Can't help feeling how United fans will deal with this slump, oh, and don't just say "just look forward to the next game", cause the next game is not something to look forward to. Next game; Chelsea. We will see whether United can bounce back. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-113098129627681971?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/113098129627681971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=113098129627681971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/113098129627681971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/113098129627681971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2005/11/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-113039447087615094</id><published>2005-10-27T14:50:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-27T15:57:50.923+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Screwed Up Semester</title><content type='html'>*sigh* Another semester coming to an end, and this semester is no different either besides me being in another campus. It has been lots of Ups and Downs, well, I think more stuffs on the Down side. Haven't been consistently attending for lectures, missed a couple of assignments which is a big No No and yet here I am, still waiting and waiting and doing nothing when the final exams are just around the corner. I have a few assignments due before the exams, one of them worth a whooping 35% of my grade which I have to design a book cover, then another one which I have to complete by Monday with my partner (almost done with that one), one due tomorrow, which I have not have a look at yet *sigh* and the last one due next Friday. So all together 4 assignments and I have to admit this semester the assignments are killing me plus my lazyness. Perhaps I am cursed? I do not know but ever since I injured my head, there's this constant pain at the back of my head and at times it is pretty distracting. I am not sure whether I can get thru this semester without a scratch, everything seems pretty tough. At times, I really don't understand what the hell am I doing at all, I just sit in front of the PC and just stare at the screen (my buddy calls it "dilly dally") There is this one question up in my head, where do people get the determination to study study study most of the time as what a student should be doing. I need that answer quick or else I am going to be stucked as a student for the rest of my life. Last semester I had already noticed the lapse in concentration and determination to do well in my studies, as a result, my grades wasn't that good. This semester most probably be hopeless, but I guess it is never too late to pick it up. But how? How to pull myself together? Ironically there has not been any major happenings this semester, so no distractions at all, just that head incident. Perhaps that was the turning point. A friend told me that perhaps I'm getting bored with life in Australia, that's why I'm not doing well at the moment.*sigh* Just feeling lazy. I'm even too lazy to update the blog frequently, hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In realisation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I realise something, something that is not so good news for me. I realise that I have a problem with my eye-sight. I know, it's not a big deal but to me I always hope that I will have a perfect eye-sight, why? So I can realise my childhood dream as a pilot. But that's just a dream. Another thing I realise is that I'm losing confidence every second. Everyone who knows me sort of said what happen to the person I was last time, full of confidence.*sigh* I don't feel the same way as I do, or maybe I have to realise that I have been declining like forever. Have you ever had people telling you that you are smart but you think you are not? Or perhaps you just look smart but actually you are not? Questions but no answers. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naggings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum always reminds me that she's waiting for me to graduate. She always says that she can't wait for me to graduate. She always says that I should quickly graduate so that she can quit her job. She always says that she is getting sick of her job and she is getting old. She always says the same sentences as mentioned when I call back home and have a chat with her. And everytime before she hungs up, she will say "You know you can do it because you are smart" and yet everytime she says that she is getting old, I would never thought of her being old when I look at the family photo I have in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/P7150011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/P7150011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what I mean when I say she doesn't look old? =b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/PA270061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/PA270061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and she gave me this teddy bear so that it will remind me to graduate as soon as possible -.- pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-113039447087615094?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/113039447087615094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=113039447087615094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/113039447087615094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/113039447087615094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2005/10/screwed-up-semester.html' title='Screwed Up Semester'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-112852636912715585</id><published>2005-10-05T23:42:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-06T01:02:49.200+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Girls, women, they are all the same...</title><content type='html'>Can't believe I am really writing this. It has been a while since I last make an entry in my blogspot, as always. This is week 9 of Uni, another couple of weeks I will have my finals, pfft. Went for classes yesterday, kinda weird, after the break, when I hardly do anything useful. Today, I skipped my classes, why? Boring. Hopefully I will be able to catch up during the tute session tomorrow. Well, lets see what happened today. I woke up quite early and decided not to go for classes, so I continued sleeping and ended up waking in the afternoon, about 1pm, how pathetic. Then I watched the last chapters of Gundam SEED Destiny, as always, I find all the japanese animes' ending kinda anti-climax, it does not represent the whole series as a whole, maybe it is on purpose, something for us fans to think about after the series ended, pfft, as if. Ahaha, I know, I know, I am off topic, almost forgot about the title of the blog today =b. So, before I get to that topic, I would just want to talk about today. So after watching anime, got a call from my friend asking me to play soccer, so I say OK. So, here I am, blogging, after I had my dinner and shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starts here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it begins, why talk about this today? Oh, I wanted to talk about this quite a bit, long long time ago. Just so happens that something just clicked today and I have to talk about it =b. I went to my work place (the restaurant) to get my dinner. Like usual, I would go to the kitchen and greet everyone, as if =b and yea, went to my favourite spot to check out who's working there, and there she is, standing at the counter. I sort of knew she was working today, erm, actually because went I drove by the restaurant I kinda saw a some what similar figure in the restaurant, pfft, luckily it's not the boss's wife =b. Anyways, I head downstairs and say "Hello" and she "Hie" me back. Oh wait, no, she saw me upstairs before that, checking her out, and she smiled at me and I smiled back at her. I reckon that girls/women, they know it when people are checking them out, I think it is like their sixth sense or something. There was this time the boss's wife (she works downstairs, kitchen is upstairs) noticed that I was standing at my favourite spot (sort of like a balcony, you have the whole view of the restaurant except for the part under the kicthen)and she said "Don't you have anything else to do in the kitchen? Checking out 'gal' (better not mention who) is it?" I was like "Yea, nothing much to do up here, might as well enjoy the view *laughs*" and I think the boss's wife said something to her and that 'gal' looked up and smiled. So I think she knows all this while that someone is watching from above, guess who? =b Anyways I wana quote something that I saw from a comedy show, this comedian, he said "I love women too much to get married..if you love women and you get married, you only just love woman.." well, that is so so true, but try to put that "married" word into something more suitable, erm, something like "attached" maybe?&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I'm not saying that it's good to be like that, in the end, at the moment, I think guys like me, all we wanted is companionship or something more? pfft..so I say, girls and women they are all the same, they are there for the companionship. Woh, wait a second, I treat any other female just like an equal to myself, so don't get me wrong. So, I don't see myself going out with the gal I talked about just now, no no, not "attached" to her. I can see myself chating with her, maybe a little bit of flirting going on, you know what I mean? Nothing more than that, not like holding hands, sharing each other personal thoughts/problems/etc, no, not like that. I am too insecure to get steady into a relationship. So yea, is that why I am so so solo? Another good example, I like to hang out with my friend's gf, erm, if he is reading this, I hope he doesn't misunderstand, but anyways, yea..but of course, nothing more than that, it is just fun having her around. But mind you, not every girl that I met gave me the same feeling. Some are just so annoying and you don't feel really comfortable when hanging out with them, some just makes you feel that the moment will never end, that says a lot about that gal. Arh, so tired talking/writing about gals, makes me feel exhausted =b&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it for today, pardon me if there is/are some mistake/s in the entry. Before I take leave, I present you my latest photos =b enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/PA0600322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/PA060032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/PA0600171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/PA060017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair always look funny after a haircut -.- so tell me, when can you find a cheerful Ben?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-112852636912715585?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/112852636912715585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=112852636912715585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/112852636912715585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/112852636912715585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2005/10/girls-women-they-are-all-same.html' title='Girls, women, they are all the same...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-112758379313176381</id><published>2005-09-25T02:07:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-25T03:13:13.180+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Moments...</title><content type='html'>There are so many moments in life...so many of them that you hardly remember most of them, isn't that right? Well, wait a second, moments = memories? Hmm.Sigh, I'm lost. Erm, actually I wanted to talk about depression, erm, no, sadness, erm, whatever that is negative actually. I just feel sad after I found out that MU lost 2-1 at home to Blackburn Rovers. Quite sad actually. I have high hopes that the club will do well this season and to drop points like that and especially at home, I have nothing much to say. Sometimes I do question the ability of the manager to pick the squad for the game but who I am to do that? Then, this leads to another point I am trying to make in today's blog. Trigger effect. Sometimes, or most of the time, things happen in a "trigger effect" way. It's already the second week of the break, classes will be starting soon and I haven't done a single meaningful thing, besides soccer. Sometimes I wonder how life be so pathetic? Or life is so unfair? The thing you want most is the hardest to get, sounds familiar? But I think I can't be complaining too much because I think life has been kind for me, well, to a certain extend. So, back to the "trigger effect". There was this one time, my boss asked me "Ben, it's break already, not going anywhere? Look around you, your friends are hanging out with girls during the break and what are you doing? Staying at home alone in your room" Pathetic, sad but true =(. Then a friend asked, "Having break right? No target?" adding salt to the wound =(. As I mentioned on the previous entry, I believe I don't have time for 'socialising'. Even my dad asked me on the phone a while ago, "Not going anywhere during the break?" I was kinda shocked, my dad asked me that question, normally he would go like "Are you doing your revision?" sigh, how ironic. "Trigger effect" one bad thing comes along another bad thing. My mum told me that she couldn't get cheap tickets for me to go back end of the year. Bad news? Sort of. If I don't go back, what the hell can I do over here? Rot? Sigh, such is life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments in Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was in the car, on my back home from work, then something just reminds me of some stuffs happened in the past. I remember I used to drive to college back at home, wake up like 6 in the morning, sometime my mum wakes me up, I so miss that time, miss my mum so much, feels like yesterday, when I was just 17-18 years old. I also remember sometimes I wake my parents up, as they have to prepare to go to work. Then I will have my shower and grab my stuffs and head to college with my Beetle. Sometimes I even give rides to my friends, who just live around the corner. Ah, the good old days. Back then, my dad is seldom at home and I just run riot. Come to think of it, I think my mum had a hard time back then, I wasn't thinking at all =( I am being a bad boy. I go out early in the morning, then come back late at night, it's like home is just a place for me to sleep. Oh yea, I miss that Honda Civic too =(. Drived to college a few times. Just few like I own the street when I drive that car =b me and some moments with the car, I think my mum likes the car a lot too. She gone throught a lot with the car, thick and thin. Sent flowers with car, go to work with the car and the car broke down a number of times, sometimes the air-conditioner turns out to be a heater instead. And my papa, hmm, looked so old already. I saw his photos when he was younger, looked so different. Sigh, time just flies, even you ponder for just a moment. Is about time my dad retire, soon. I don't feel like he should still be working, he who walk from such path, should be enjoying himself already. Sometimes I feel it is my fault, that I always let my parents down =(. So the pressure is on, I bet he is counting the days till I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/P7300021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/P7300021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture I took before I left for Adelaide this year. Everyone looks happy? You bet =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/P7300021.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-112758379313176381?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/112758379313176381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=112758379313176381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/112758379313176381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/112758379313176381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2005/09/moments.html' title='Moments...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-112592864893052274</id><published>2005-09-05T22:46:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:33:27.470+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Dis-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I wonder where do people get the motivation to update their blog almost everyday. For me, I am having a hard time doing that. But I promise myself to try to blog before I sleep everyday. Today I went for classes after a long week break, medical break that is. I knocked on my head remember? (check previous post) Anyways, I decided to go for classes since I can't bear with the fact that I do nothing at home. Alright, let's update on stuffs that happened yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was involved in a soccer competition on Sunday, which started from 9 am in finished at 5pm. My team played a total of 6 games, 4 games in the group stage, semi-final and the final. My whole body is aching now because haven't really stressed my body this much, eventhough the games are only 30 minutes long and the fact that I wasn't totally involved in the entire game (mostly 10-20 minutes for each game). Each of us got a champion's medal and the winner of the competition earned themself a hamper which I don't really care about. I was really happy that I'm able to play with such a great team (a number of good players but not all). During the group stages, the games weren't that tough. Most of the job were done by the midfields and forwards (attacking half, I'm part of the midfield =b) so the guys playing at the back were pretty comfortable and the goalkeeper hardly touched the ball. Then the cramps start to crack in. That's where I start to worry that I wouldn't be able to carry on. Then we had a lunch break before the fourth game which is pretty long, I even refereed a match =b. Then come the semi-final and final match where we won on penalties, our goalkeeped made a magnificent save that totally surprised the person who took it cause the ball was heading the top left corner of the goal. Well, that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/Home%20Simpson2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/Home%20Simpson1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;What more can I say when I received my assignment back today? Totally disappointed. I have no idea that my tutor would be so strict on his marking but oh well, I suppose I can learn a lot from this. I didn't know that art is about precision, I thought it's how one express oneself. In this assignment, I have to draw Homer Simpson, yes, Homer Simpson. I only got a P1+ and the assignment is worth 15% -.- sigh. I have to do better in the next assignment which requires me to draw glass bottles which is not as simple as you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it's back to business again. Study!!! Someone told me, "You should enjoy yourself when you are studying, studying in Uni is the time when you enjoy yourself because once you enter the working world, the commitment..." sigh, how do you enjoy studying? Questions to be answered again. Hopefully I can get answer when I dream tonight. -end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-112592864893052274?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/112592864893052274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=112592864893052274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/112592864893052274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/112592864893052274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2005/09/dis-me.html' title='Dis-me'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328199.post-112572921942064456</id><published>2005-09-03T16:02:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-03T16:03:39.426+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Petite Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;How absent minded...I did not even post for my 21st birthday -.- Next week will be Week 7 already and I'm still taking my own sweet time to get used to the study environment. Not that I'm doing really badly, so far so good, I think. I'm currently on medical leave, want to know why? Because I got injured while playing indoor soccer, knocked me poor head on the wall, had like 5 stitches (previously I did mention that I have about 10 but actually not, went to the doctor today and found out that I only had 5 &gt;.&lt;) Hmm, my post seems to be a little jumbled up, but head back to 17th of August. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;My 21st Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/ben%27s%20birthday%20003-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/ben%27s%20birthday%20003-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;As you can see from the pic, the location is not really exquisite =b This picture is taken at a good friend's place. Well, it doesn't really matter does it? Anyways, we had a buffet dinner in Glenelg. We took the tram from the city to the beach(Glenelg). On the way back to the city, the tram stopped at one of the stations because it seems that the power supply has been cut. But after about 20-30 minutes(I think), the power supply is back on and off we head back to the city. Drove to my friend's place and yea, have my birthday cake there -.- erm...it was nice and simple, just like I hoped for as I'm not a fan of celebrating birthdays. At least it wasn't as surprising as the one my buddy had when I was back in Malaysia, that is one hell of a birthday that I will remember =b.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/P8280029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/P8280029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes Yes. That's me alright. Me with a bandage around my head. Don't I look cute? Haha. Hmm, well there is nothing much I can say about it since I already mentioned it above. I couldn't really recall how my head got bumped into the wall. A guy from the opposition team came to me and asked whether he pushed me, I said "I have no idea" but oh well, I suppose I'm just unlucky. To be more details, I remember blood was all over the floor and I felt a suddent numbness after my head made contact with the wall. Kinda scary, the first thought in my head was like "Shyt, am I goin to be a vege? I knocked my head hard" After that some stranger sent me to a local hospital and I was attended by a female doctor after I gave my details to the counter at the emergency area. A nurse gave me the stitches and it took quite a while, so I thought must be at least 10 stitches since I have a separate cut -.- and I found out today that I only have 5. What big difference. Maybe the doctor missed out a stitch or two. Had the stitches taken out and the doctor said the wound is still open and advised me to rest. REST? I'm planning to play soccer tomorrow!!! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/1600/P10100331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/678/326/200/P1010033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Go with the flow? I need to get a snow cap to cover up my head -.- because it will be damn ugly since a patch of my hair is missing and the wound is visible. I don't wana scare anyone away -.- Anyways, I wanted to post on a new member of my gaming collection, yup, I finally got myself a Playstation Portable aka PSP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%;"&gt;I don't have any photos of the new baby yet and my room is in a mess, so I can't exactly find a good spot to take a picture of it. Maybe I will do it in my next entry. I will end this with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"thought of the day"&lt;/span&gt;. I just checked out a few blogspots and something just came to my head. How to be a successful person in life? Do you want to be successful? I have always been following the flow. What flow? What happen shall happen? I envy people who are successful, and sometimes I wonder, are they any better than me? or worse? Questions to be answered. Hopefully I can find these answers as soon as possible because tide wait for no man. End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328199-112572921942064456?l=bl-u3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/feeds/112572921942064456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328199&amp;postID=112572921942064456' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/112572921942064456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328199/posts/default/112572921942064456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bl-u3s.blogspot.com/2005/09/petite-me_03.html' title='Petite Me'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16996938961208261945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07494309452436905242'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry></feed>