<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:32:28.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame-ness is in the genes.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-3303288862741219429</id><published>2008-10-13T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:02:07.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed chapter</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks another chapter of my life closed. It's been about a year since I started blogging and I told myself that I'd only do it for a year. As such, I shan't be putting up any more posts after this. To all my readers and commenters, thanks for reading my blog and leaving your comments throughout this past year. It's been a wild one for me but at least I can say that I blogged for a season of my life. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I bid adieu to the blogging world. Take it easy guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-3303288862741219429?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/3303288862741219429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=3303288862741219429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/3303288862741219429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/3303288862741219429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/10/closed-chapter.html' title='Closed chapter'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-4296332343571432469</id><published>2008-08-13T20:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:49:21.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P &amp; A Project (RAW)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know my post title sounds like some kind of wrestling show but it's not. Last Monday night, Joel, Terence, Kit, Chester, Stephen, Jack, Tim and I were in church doing our first recording session. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*applause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Now, I know we've recorded some stuffs in church before but what I mean by "first recording session" is that we came together for the sole purpose of recording a couple of songs. There was no service, no meeting, no event; Just us, the equipment and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about? A few of us from the Plugged &amp;amp; Amplified (P&amp;amp;A) band have started a project in the area of recording songs which we always do in church. In case you did not know, the YDM worship team band is called "Plugged &amp;amp; Amplified". I'd also like to stress that this is not "my" project but rather God's project initiated by me. Also that this is just a project and not a ministry. Anyways, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a valuable learning experience to say the least. At first we took what seemed like forever just to set up and do a sound check and balance. Of course it's understandable since we are new at this after all and it's also harder when none of us are musically qualified. It's a progressive thing and the first step is always the hardest. Thank God the hardest part, i.e. getting started, is over. I don't expect to get things correct right from the very beginning but I do want to see some kind of improvement as we progress in this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks back, we had a visiting team of musicians from Singapore do a worship retreat for us and I'm reminded of something that was mentioned. "A recording is a good way to improve your skills both individually and as a team because it gives you the reality of what you actually sound like". In that respect, I'm not particularly looking forward to listening to our monday night recordings. Come on, we're all humans with egos after all. Sometimes we all think we are like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BHjHoDFHwA0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BHjHoDFHwA0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but are probably more like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAgtCOfq29w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAgtCOfq29w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha... If it's one thing that bands struggle with, it's trying not to sound like they're just making lots of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-4296332343571432469?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/4296332343571432469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=4296332343571432469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/4296332343571432469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/4296332343571432469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/08/p-project-raw.html' title='P &amp; A Project (RAW)'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-2420443088966088910</id><published>2008-08-10T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:44:02.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second time around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've seen this video before but for some reason, it's only funny to me the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OCaSXSqkYrE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OCaSXSqkYrE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~Slick~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-2420443088966088910?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/2420443088966088910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=2420443088966088910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/2420443088966088910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/2420443088966088910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/08/second-time-around.html' title='Second time around'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-2529243306901810680</id><published>2008-08-04T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:30:58.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just admit it people. I'm so cute......      &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SJb2AjbC4VI/AAAAAAAAAMk/rr9uVs3bdbs/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SJb2AjbC4VI/AAAAAAAAAMk/rr9uVs3bdbs/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230638506606518610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(hold shift + click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-2529243306901810680?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/2529243306901810680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=2529243306901810680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/2529243306901810680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/2529243306901810680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SJb2AjbC4VI/AAAAAAAAAMk/rr9uVs3bdbs/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-420123599224990389</id><published>2008-07-30T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:14:48.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lots of people have told me that the fact that I have long and slender fingers with very smooth skin, makes my hands very feminine. Obviously, I'm not gonna agree that my hands are feminine because after all I am a guy despite what people may say or think but I'll let you guys be the judge of that. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SJCE9-ars6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/dQKLMeSB4N0/s1600-h/hand+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SJCE9-ars6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/dQKLMeSB4N0/s320/hand+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228825367638946722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Hold shift + click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-420123599224990389?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/420123599224990389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=420123599224990389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/420123599224990389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/420123599224990389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/07/hands.html' title='Hands'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SJCE9-ars6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/dQKLMeSB4N0/s72-c/hand+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-7893456944737337311</id><published>2008-07-23T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T18:26:43.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shove it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've always disliked people telling me what to do thinking that they know what's best for me when they don't even know me at all. So to 'you-know-who' who told me to 'you-know-what', you can just take that thing and shove it 'you-know-where'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-7893456944737337311?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/7893456944737337311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=7893456944737337311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7893456944737337311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7893456944737337311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/07/shove-it.html' title='Shove it...'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-6375011583505528352</id><published>2008-07-17T18:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:39:10.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The old and the new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SH8uc5Tj42I/AAAAAAAAAME/swelziQP6yY/s1600-h/Nescafe_Classic_Coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SH8uc5Tj42I/AAAAAAAAAME/swelziQP6yY/s200/Nescafe_Classic_Coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223945166727144290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just abit of randomness that has been running through my mind ever since I saw this advertisement on tv. The line went like this "Try the all new Nescafe classic." For some reason, I'm the only person who finds that sentence totally funny in a stupid way. I mean c'mon people, that's like saying "Come on down and check out all our brand new second hand cars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been listening to &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.beatles.com/core/home/"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again lately and I re-remember why they were so good. Their songs are just so catchy. That's one thing that I'm currently looking into. How to write catchy songs. Writing a song is difficult enough but writing a catchy song is worse. Hmm...I guess nothing is ever as easy as it seems. What's worse is when people who can do things well tell people who wish that they could do it as easily as them, "It's really simple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@$%!!@@$#^Y@#^&amp;amp;#%&amp;amp;^**#$%$^7.........................................&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;like heck it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-6375011583505528352?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/6375011583505528352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=6375011583505528352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/6375011583505528352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/6375011583505528352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/07/old-and-new.html' title='The old and the new'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SH8uc5Tj42I/AAAAAAAAAME/swelziQP6yY/s72-c/Nescafe_Classic_Coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-9102000530968710260</id><published>2008-07-15T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:03:19.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today marks the 62nd annual-coming-into-this-world day of our &lt;a href="http://brunei.gov.bn/government/index.htm"&gt;sultan&lt;/a&gt;. For some of us, *cough*&lt;a href="http://tgif173.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; Frankie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *cough* it's a headache but for most of us, it is a much needed break from work. Gosh, don't you just love public holidays? Haha... And my cousin from Canada is currently staying with me for the next 3 weeks. She's really fun and her name is Pamela or Pam for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my day today was pretty productive but only from the afternoon onwards. I practically slept the whole morning away. Hehe... Like I said, a much needed break from work. I do wish that I woke up abit earlier tho cos the day might have gone abit differently if I did. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went quite smoothly at worship practice today. Not alot of technicalities but I do need to work out some kinks with the chords. Did I mention that I'm leading worship for church service this week? It's not new to me but I still am abit nervous. I don't think there's ever any getting over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really surprised that my cousin wanted to follow me to practice. Pleasantly surprised of course and interestingly enough, I found out that she's a grade 8 pianist. That's so cool. Anyways, I brought her out for dinner with the guys after practice and had a really good meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I guess it's been a pretty good day for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-9102000530968710260?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/9102000530968710260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=9102000530968710260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/9102000530968710260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/9102000530968710260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-off.html' title='Day off'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-8478198042448481174</id><published>2008-07-13T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:46:58.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiasu-ism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;For those of you who don't know the first thing about "&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiasu"&gt;kiasu&lt;/a&gt;" people or being "&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiasu"&gt;kiasu&lt;/a&gt;" in life, here are the A to Z's of kiasu-ism :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Always must win&lt;br /&gt;B - Borrow but never return&lt;br /&gt;C - Cheap is good&lt;br /&gt;D - Don't trust anybody&lt;br /&gt;E - Everything also must grab one&lt;br /&gt;F - Free! Free! Free!&lt;br /&gt;G - Grab first, talk later&lt;br /&gt;H - Help yourself to everything&lt;br /&gt;I - I first, I want, I everything&lt;br /&gt;J - Jump queue&lt;br /&gt;K - Keep coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;L - Look for discounts&lt;br /&gt;M - Must not lose face&lt;br /&gt;N - Nevermind what people think&lt;br /&gt;O - Outdo everyone you know&lt;br /&gt;P - Pay only when absolutely necessary&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quit while you're still ahead&lt;br /&gt;R - Rushing and pushing wins the race&lt;br /&gt;S - Samples are always welcomed&lt;br /&gt;T - Take but don't give&lt;br /&gt;U - Unless it's free, forget it&lt;br /&gt;V - Vow to be number one&lt;br /&gt;W - Winner takes it all!&lt;br /&gt;X - X'tra means more for you&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yell, if necessary, to get what you want&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zebras are kiasu because they want to be black and white at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-8478198042448481174?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/8478198042448481174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=8478198042448481174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/8478198042448481174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/8478198042448481174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/07/kiasu-ism.html' title='Kiasu-ism'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-617033659155212666</id><published>2008-07-07T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:13:02.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How is this happening? WHY is this happening? I thought that I did everything to make sure that it would not come to this but it's happening now and I'm powerless to stop it. I'm trying my best but it's not good enough; not worth enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wrong. This is not how things should be. A decision was decided, a declaration was declared  and a commitment was solidified. All that happened when Rev. Johnny challenged us to stand. To boldly show that we would live to love God; live to bring Him praise; live as a child in awe of Him. There was a silence but then there was a stirring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People stood...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................Is this the way we live to love God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-617033659155212666?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/617033659155212666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=617033659155212666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/617033659155212666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/617033659155212666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/07/man-who-would-be-boy.html' title='Is this it?'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-7152234467119845722</id><published>2008-07-07T10:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:26:04.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hope you all like this layout. I'll welcome any criticism............................................. ....................................&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;with a kick to the shins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Speaking of shins, a guy without any is called "Tony" (Toe-knee) &lt;a href="http://www.instantrimshot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*bada bish*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-7152234467119845722?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/7152234467119845722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=7152234467119845722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7152234467119845722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7152234467119845722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome.html' title='Welcome !'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-8012596043537947147</id><published>2008-07-03T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:24:06.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've been toying with the idea of shutting down my blog site for awhile now but now that I really think about it, it would be such a shame so I've decided to give it another shot. I will, however, want to make some layout changes to the site and revamp it abit so I welcome anyone with suggestions. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you can be patient until I've decided on the new layout. Tho, I doubt there are alot of ppl out there reading my blog anyways. HaaHAHhaahHAHhaaAHhaha...... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;why the heck am I laughing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-8012596043537947147?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/8012596043537947147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=8012596043537947147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/8012596043537947147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/8012596043537947147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/07/revamp.html' title='Revamp'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-5803095654273553959</id><published>2008-06-03T18:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:31:45.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special delivery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Santa came early this year. Check it! This is only the beginning.......kekekekekeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SEUczoctPLI/AAAAAAAAALs/GoNdnO5w2EI/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SEUczoctPLI/AAAAAAAAALs/GoNdnO5w2EI/s320/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207600217480576178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-5803095654273553959?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/5803095654273553959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=5803095654273553959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/5803095654273553959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/5803095654273553959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/06/santa-came-early-this-year.html' title='Special delivery'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SEUczoctPLI/AAAAAAAAALs/GoNdnO5w2EI/s72-c/DSC00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-7991529491602171068</id><published>2008-06-02T19:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:01:41.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimple love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SEPgk8KG40I/AAAAAAAAALc/wqmZrowZaTE/s1600-h/think.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SEPgk8KG40I/AAAAAAAAALc/wqmZrowZaTE/s320/think.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207252519398859586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Random thought for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people say that if you have a fairly big pimple on your face, it means that you're in love. I've always wondered the logic behind that saying and if there's any truth to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-7991529491602171068?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/7991529491602171068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=7991529491602171068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7991529491602171068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7991529491602171068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/06/pimple-love.html' title='Pimple love'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SEPgk8KG40I/AAAAAAAAALc/wqmZrowZaTE/s72-c/think.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-3117970885151817149</id><published>2008-05-28T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:47:41.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update version 3.14159265359</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's been awhile since my last post because of 2 reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Holiday in Phuket&lt;br /&gt;2) My effin' e-speed has been acting up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just to update you people briefly on my trip to Phuket; It was extremely fun but also extremely tiring because I barely got 4 hours of sleep the whole time I was there. Tee hee hee... The night life there is just crazy, which is mostly due to the large sex industry over there. I wasn't surprised to see prostitutes and 'what-nots' everywhere because that's always been known about Thailand but seeing it in real life and hearing about it are two totally different things altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The sad part of my trip was that it was only 3 days and 2 nights long. And to make things worse, I spent half the trip on an airplane. My flight schedule was Brunei-Singapore-Phuket-Kuala Lumpur-Singapore-Brunei. Don't ask me why my flight was like that, it just was. Furthermore, I was detained by custom officers at the KL airport and not allowed to leave the airport because of my 'stateless' issue. Thank God that I was able to convince the officers and still make it in time for my connecting flight. But after all that, I think the trip was definitely worth it and I would probably do the whole thing again if I could. Hehe... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SD1wGGYb6yI/AAAAAAAAALM/mZfX-hwX478/s1600-h/Phuket+trip+photos+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SD1wGGYb6yI/AAAAAAAAALM/mZfX-hwX478/s320/Phuket+trip+photos+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205439994404793122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My colleagues and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-3117970885151817149?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/3117970885151817149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=3117970885151817149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/3117970885151817149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/3117970885151817149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/05/update-version-314159265359.html' title='Update version 3.14159265359'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SD1wGGYb6yI/AAAAAAAAALM/mZfX-hwX478/s72-c/Phuket+trip+photos+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-6479940612591715051</id><published>2008-05-15T00:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T02:13:13.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please read the instructions carefully before attempting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wake up - Always start by waking up to turn the water heater on; Lest you want to take a cold shower in the morning. Return to sleep after switching the heater on. An alarm clock which allows you to set two different alarm times is handy in this situation because it saves you valuable minutes in the morning which could be used for sleeping instead. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Warning!* Prolonged repetition may lead to a zombie like state when carrying out step 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Wake up (reprise) - For this step, an alarm clock with a "snooze" button is necessary. Once the device is in place you may use the afore-mentioned button to gain even more valuable sleeping time. This button may be used 2 to 3 times in a row..................or 7 to 8. Whatever... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Warning!* Using the snooze button too many times will result in hurriedness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Shower (15 mins or so) - A shower in the morning refreshes the body and keeps it awake longer. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;**Note: Peeing in the shower, although gross, can help to keep the time spent on this step to a minimum. The same goes for brushing your teeth.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4) Outer appearance - Start by laying out the desired clothes. Wearing underwear is optional as according to your preference. Put on the pants and belt before proceeding to fold the sleeves of your shirt. Gel your hair and then move on to facial care. Next, put on your shirt and end with tucking it into your pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;**Note: Be sure to check that your fly is closed before proceeding.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Breakfast - Just skip it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Warning!* Not eating may cause death...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6) Driving to work - Take a few mins to say a prayer before departing. If you are to drive like me, you're gonna need all the protection you can get. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Warning!* Traffic may cause boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Work - Spend the next 4 hours answering phone calls, processing orders, typing emails, drinking water, going to toilet, filing documents, being scolded, making jokes, complaining, pretending to work and answering all of your boss' questions. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;**Note: Not necessarily in that order.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Lunch - Meet up with certain people for lunch if they are available or skip it if they aren't. Return to work late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Work (continued) - Refer to step 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Driving home - Let out a sigh of relief at the completion of step 9 and take a few mins to say a prayer before departing. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Warning!* Driving at excessive speeds may result in a testimony at YDM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Shower (leisurely) - Just as a shower in the morning prepares the body for the daily activities, so does a shower in the evening prepare the body for the night activities. Be sure to scrub every single part of your body and also to take a moment to admire your physique (or lack thereof)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Dinner - Refer to step 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Night activities - This step is ad-hoc and will change from night to night. Common activities include going to the gym, hanging out at the mall, watching a movie, playing video games, blogging and worship practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Sleep - Ensure that your alarm clock has been set and turned on for the next morning before proceeding to facial care. Upon completion of facial care, double check the alarm clock and switch off the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Start from the top again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-6479940612591715051?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/6479940612591715051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=6479940612591715051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/6479940612591715051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/6479940612591715051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-in-life-of-me.html' title='A day in the life of me'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-1089887553550509713</id><published>2008-05-12T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:11:44.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazyness begets lazyness begets lazyness begets lazyness...</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been so lazy that if I was in a race for the world's laziest person, I'd finish last...... Have you ever gotten the feeling that you've got nothing to live for? Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SCgz49Grq4I/AAAAAAAAALE/XiLIm1xucGg/s1600-h/hmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SCgz49Grq4I/AAAAAAAAALE/XiLIm1xucGg/s320/hmmm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199462823367519106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-1089887553550509713?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/1089887553550509713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=1089887553550509713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/1089887553550509713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/1089887553550509713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/05/lazyness-begets-lazyness-begets.html' title='Lazyness begets lazyness begets lazyness begets lazyness...'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SCgz49Grq4I/AAAAAAAAALE/XiLIm1xucGg/s72-c/hmmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-7987746535535691886</id><published>2008-04-28T20:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:49:21.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"yuck" basses</title><content type='html'>Some basses that I would think twice about before buying them...&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SBXGF9xhwxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WNG5G_8bunM/s1600-h/yuck+bass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SBXGF9xhwxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WNG5G_8bunM/s320/yuck+bass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194275551025677074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SBXGQNxhwyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NOD12uhEitw/s1600-h/yuck+bass+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SBXGQNxhwyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NOD12uhEitw/s320/yuck+bass+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194275727119336226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SBXHPdxhwzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-WmUjdjx0pY/s1600-h/yuck+bass+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SBXHPdxhwzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-WmUjdjx0pY/s320/yuck+bass+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194276813746062130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SBXHfNxhw0I/AAAAAAAAAK8/tWGxmDkKvME/s1600-h/headless+bass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SBXHfNxhw0I/AAAAAAAAAK8/tWGxmDkKvME/s320/headless+bass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194277084329001794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-7987746535535691886?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/7987746535535691886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=7987746535535691886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7987746535535691886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7987746535535691886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/04/yuck-basses.html' title='&quot;yuck&quot; basses'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SBXGF9xhwxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WNG5G_8bunM/s72-c/yuck+bass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-5733949944427494366</id><published>2008-04-22T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:43:47.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The horror of basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SAy_tMb6KTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Y8C1YlzgNaA/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SAy_tMb6KTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Y8C1YlzgNaA/s200/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191735253604641074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SAzAJsb6KUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/O_o_kti-Jz4/s1600-h/The+real+jaundiced+eye.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SAzAJsb6KUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/O_o_kti-Jz4/s200/The+real+jaundiced+eye.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191735743230912834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SAzAJsb6KUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/O_o_kti-Jz4/s1600-h/The+real+jaundiced+eye.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SAzAxcb6KVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oLqBj_3dyhk/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SAzAxcb6KVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oLqBj_3dyhk/s200/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191736426130712914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(hold shift and click pictures to enlarge in a new window)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was the last point of the last game we were playing that night and the ball was in my hands. As the ball left my hands, I suddenly felt this sharp pain in my eye and immediately lost sight in my left eye. Apparently Mark Yapp, with his 'don't want to lose' style of playing, flew from across the court and managed to get a finger or probably two on the ball. Eyeball that is. All in all, my eye was cut and both internal and external bleeding occurred. I had to see a doctor (no pun intended) to patch up my eye in order to prevent any further infections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, it sure sucks to not have sight in one eye. Living just becomes a chore. How I pity blind people, even if only partially blind. After 2 days, the patch came off but my sight was still abit fuzzy so I couldn't really drive. Many thanks to my buddies Frank and Ron for facilitating transport for me during this period. I really appreciate their help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing about this whole incident was that when Richard told me that Mark was joining us for basketball I said these words to him, "I don't have anything against him but it's just that every time he plays, somebody gets injured somehow." Haha... Who would've thought that person would be me. Irony can be such a bloody bastard sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, bygones be bygones. I don' hold any grudges against Mark nor do I seek to gain vengeance. Of cos that's not to say that I will play basketball with him again anytime soon. Least ways, not until my eye heals completely. I'm just really thankful to God that He did not take away half my sight. It just goes to show that we are not as invincible as we sometimes think we are. We do and always will need God in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-5733949944427494366?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/5733949944427494366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=5733949944427494366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/5733949944427494366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/5733949944427494366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/04/horror-of-basketball.html' title='The horror of basketball'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/SAy_tMb6KTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Y8C1YlzgNaA/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-2028757785704792119</id><published>2008-04-21T22:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:52:47.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mind's telling me I'm tired.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeah, I know that I haven't updated my blog eventhough the internet has been up and running again for awhile now but I've been crazy tired lately. I don't know what it is exactly that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; sapping all my strength and energy but I really hope it doesn't last for much longer. Anyways, here are some highlights and lowlights(?) of the past week or so :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1) &lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://kangta164.blogspot.com/2008/04/many-thanks-all-of-you.html"&gt;Ron's entrance into manhood&lt;/a&gt; - There was alot of skepticism about Frank and I pulling off another surprise party for Ron what with the whole '&lt;a href="http://kangta164.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-frank.html"&gt;Frankie fiasco&lt;/a&gt;' not too long before that but in the end we somehow managed to do it. Of course Ron would argue that we just barely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; managed to surprise him because of our bad acting that night. Haha... Little did he know that we were acting like we were acting terribly just to throw him off.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I must say that Ron's reaction to the surprise wasn't quite as entertaining as Frank's wailing but it was still worth it to make his face red without the use of alcohol. Tee hee hee........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;St Andrew's School Golden Jubilee&lt;/span&gt; - I did not attend the actual event held on 19th April 2008 but I heard that the response was quite good. I was, however, involved in the thanksgiving service held on the following Sunday at church. Singing in a choir is not easy but it's always a good feeling when your hard work and practice pays off. Although the service did go on a bit longer than expected and Tim pulled a 'Ben' (haha to you Tim), everything went quite swimmingly. Praise Jesus !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.hillsong.com/music/section.php?xSec=722"&gt;The I Heart Revolution&lt;/a&gt; - I managed to get the new CD from Hillsong United. It's called "With Hearts As One" and is basically a compilation of selected songs performed and recorded live at conferences in different parts of the world. It's pretty cool but I'd recommend it to you as a novelty item only (unless you're a die-hard Hillsong United fan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Lowlights (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Wars: The Return of the Sister&lt;/span&gt; - So my sister is back and as far as I know, she's back for good. I'm not talking about my younger sister, &lt;a href="http://belle-am3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cassie&lt;/a&gt;, but Gen. She's my older sister; the one that I usually care not to talk about. For as long as I can remember we've never really been on talking terms much with each other but then again I am like that with my family so I guess it shouldn't come as much of a surprise. It's been less than a week and she's already managed to clog up the toilet drain with hair. Ick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The horror of basketball&lt;/span&gt; - Have you ever defended someone only for it to come back and bite you in the behind? This is by far the worst injury I've ever personally experienced. Pics and story tomorrow. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all for now. I'm too tired to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-2028757785704792119?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/2028757785704792119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=2028757785704792119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/2028757785704792119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/2028757785704792119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-minds-telling-me-im-tired.html' title='My mind&apos;s telling me I&apos;m tired.....'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-7787307666843719894</id><published>2008-04-06T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:33:25.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 17th birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To: Rebecca Elicay&lt;br /&gt;From: Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R_jP_ZWJDOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Re_KqAYfE9Y/s1600-h/Ben+and+Becky+Elicay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R_jP_ZWJDOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Re_KqAYfE9Y/s400/Ben+and+Becky+Elicay.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186123658959588578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy annual-coming-into-this-world day! One more year and you're eligible to be a hazard on the road. Hehehe... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-7787307666843719894?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/7787307666843719894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=7787307666843719894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7787307666843719894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7787307666843719894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-17th-birthday.html' title='Happy 17th birthday'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R_jP_ZWJDOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Re_KqAYfE9Y/s72-c/Ben+and+Becky+Elicay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-6871621040943696754</id><published>2008-04-02T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:27:24.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ministry of hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The highlight of my day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*phone rings*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good morning, Zuellig Pharma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello? I am call from Ministry of hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*here's where I do a double take*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry? Which ministry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell! Ministry of hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*confusion sets in*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ministry of hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okayyyy............. *raised eyebrow* Can I help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am call to ask you man to get document from 4th floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4th floor? Ministry of hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*at this point I'm dumbfounded*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is your building exactly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ong Sum Ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! I see. Hehe... You're calling from the ministry of health?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes! Ministry of hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok sure, I will arrange for someone to pick up the document this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, terima kasih!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sure, trika masih!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*click*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-6871621040943696754?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/6871621040943696754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=6871621040943696754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/6871621040943696754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/6871621040943696754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/04/ministry-of-hell.html' title='Ministry of hell'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-2126584295474011897</id><published>2008-03-29T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:10:23.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clara's dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I thought I'd post a video clip seeing as how I haven't posted one since the last time I posted one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/ClarasDance.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my godmother's daughter and was 2 years old at the time. She'll be turning 6 this year and already speaks more languages than me. English, Mandarin, Cantonese, French and German. Dang! She's gonna turn out to be one heck of a heart breaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got a sunburnt back yesterday for washing my car in the hot sun without my shirt on. Smart eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-2126584295474011897?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/2126584295474011897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=2126584295474011897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/2126584295474011897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/2126584295474011897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/03/claras-dance.html' title='Clara&apos;s dance'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-9146308699350956399</id><published>2008-03-26T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:55:09.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling better, thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yesterday I found out that I made a $5,700 mistake at work and eventhough I didn't have to pay a single cent of it, it took me about 3 minutes to move past the mistake I had made. It probably sounds a little ridiculous to be able to just look past such an expensive mistake but I've learnt to accept mistakes because it reminds me that I'm still only human after all. Of course there are REALLY 'nonsense' mistakes that even I find ridiculous. Like my colleague who beat herself up the whole day because she left out one page in a document she prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she was depressed the whole day. THE WHOLE DAY.....!!!!!! That's just friggin' ridiculous..... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever try to be funny but get the feeling that you were being annoying instead? Of cos I'm not talking about me cos face it, I'm never annoying. Shaddap! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever feel like you were slowly being left behind? That everyone else is getting ahead except you? Every once in awhile I get the feeling that I'm being left behind by all my peers which leads me to do alot of what i like to call &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ketchup"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; work. I guess in a way, it helps me to be a better person but I wish that I didn't wait til I was far behind everyone else before actually doing anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that my personality is that of a CS (Competent Submissive) type so I'm technically not made to lead and I'm glad too because I know that I can't. This is not to put myself down or anything so I don't wanna hear none of that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Aww, I bet you can lead if you really tried"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stuff because I accept the fact that certain people are made in certain ways and sometimes trying just isn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'd like to end this post with a congratulatory shout out to my pal. I'm so proud of you dude. HahhahHAHAhHAAHhaHAhAHAhAHAhAhAHAHAhaHaHahaHaHAhaHA.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-9146308699350956399?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/9146308699350956399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=9146308699350956399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/9146308699350956399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/9146308699350956399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-feeling-better-thanks.html' title='I&apos;m feeling better, thanks!'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-7279164427737829198</id><published>2008-03-24T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:17:37.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's tempting but.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;For those of you who have been tempted in life &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(who among us have never been?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and have often wondered on how to be wary of it, here's a tip from me. While it is inevitable for all of us to be tempted at some point in all our lives, it is certainly not indubitable that we will give in to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curbing temptations take lots of constant practice and hard work. You will have to reach a state of constant unwavering awareness of the things that you do, say, see, hear and even think. The most important thing to have &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(next to Jesus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is of course "will power". However, do not be discouraged if you seem to keep on falling into temptation for the bible says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Keep watch and pray, so that you will not give in to temptation. For the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak"     Matthew 26:41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that it happens to even the best of us and it is all the more reason to strive not to fall into that temptation again for the bible also says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Have nothing to do with godless myths and old wives' tales; rather, train yourself to be godly. For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come. This is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance and for this we labour and strive, that we have put our hope in the living God, who is the saviour of all men, and especially of those who believe."     1 Timothy 4:7-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, the next time you are tempted, say to yourself "It's tempting but....." and I guarantee you that you will think of a reason why you shouldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-7279164427737829198?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/7279164427737829198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=7279164427737829198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7279164427737829198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7279164427737829198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-tempting-but.html' title='It&apos;s tempting but.......'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-7378286247477402218</id><published>2008-03-18T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:24:02.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing ventured, nothing gained</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's been quite awhile now but I still don't have a reason and you don't have the time. It really makes me wonder but lots of people say that quitters never win. Of course this makes me feel like I'm walking the plank on a sinking ship because other people don't see you like I do. Having said that, things will never be the same again because it's just the beginning and not the end. All I can hope for is if I let it germinate, it'l be worth the wait. Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: This post isn't supposed to make sense to anyone else except me. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-7378286247477402218?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/7378286247477402218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=7378286247477402218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7378286247477402218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7378286247477402218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothing-ventured-nothing-gained.html' title='Nothing ventured, nothing gained'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-2330517057765261460</id><published>2008-03-10T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:21:00.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny, but not so</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's funny how it seems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) like the bad always outweighs the good&lt;br /&gt;2) that I can never do anything right&lt;br /&gt;3) to rain on the same day you wash your car&lt;br /&gt;4) you think you're unique but you're not really&lt;br /&gt;5) you think you're like everyone else but you're not really&lt;br /&gt;6) like people on "diets" never really seem to get any thinner&lt;br /&gt;7) the older you get, the younger you wish you were&lt;br /&gt;8) that ignorance truly is bliss&lt;br /&gt;9) like Hollywood is real&lt;br /&gt;10) like people will readily criticize but hold back praise&lt;br /&gt;11) like it would be easier to be the opposite gender&lt;br /&gt;12) that the sword is mightier than the pen&lt;br /&gt;13) like the purpose of life is to find out the purpose of life&lt;br /&gt;14) that we never have quite enough stuff&lt;br /&gt;15) that for whatever we have, there's always something which is better&lt;br /&gt;16) that you're not really the way you think you are&lt;br /&gt;17) like sleep is the greatest painkiller&lt;br /&gt;18) like having a car is not all it's cracked up to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-2330517057765261460?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/2330517057765261460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=2330517057765261460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/2330517057765261460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/2330517057765261460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/03/funny-but-not-so.html' title='Funny, but not so'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-3735415568664085726</id><published>2008-03-07T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:25:55.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brunei's internet is pathetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I apologize for the lack of posts but E-speed has been experiencing "technical difficulties" again. Seems like it's a never ending problem in Brunei. What with the growing degradation of the current internet connection, they really should start calling it E-pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here is an update of what's been going on with me over the last 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What with the government having just ended it's financial year, a huge chunk of stress has just suddenly disappeared. Haha... The stupid thing about Bruneian culture is that 90% of everything is done last minute. So imagine having to do almost half a year's worth of invoicing in 2 weeks and you'll understand why I've been so stressed out lately. The bright side to it is that I actually managed to do it so I'm very relieved. Phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even with all that workload on my back, I was still able to play basketball with the guys at the gym. Seems like it's becoming quite a regular thing now for the guys and myself. Though we have to pay a few dollars each, I think it's worth it. Glad that's working out. Next thing I'm looking into is badminton. I haven't played the sport in awhile but maybe it'd be fun to try it out again. We'll see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also supposed to sing for church service this week but I'm not too sure how it'l turn out for me since I'm now having a sore throat. It was fine on tuesday at practice but now it's acting up. Some would say it's because of overuse at practice and others might say it's spiritual attack but I think it's a little bit of both. All I can do now is put my trust in God and maybe also abit in Robitussin. Heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R9Fd17N4ldI/AAAAAAAAAJc/f0dABCnnI2U/s1600-h/Robitussin+honey+lemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R9Fd17N4ldI/AAAAAAAAAJc/f0dABCnnI2U/s400/Robitussin+honey+lemon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175020627835786706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-3735415568664085726?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/3735415568664085726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=3735415568664085726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/3735415568664085726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/3735415568664085726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/03/bruneis-internet-is-pathetic.html' title='Brunei&apos;s internet is pathetic'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R9Fd17N4ldI/AAAAAAAAAJc/f0dABCnnI2U/s72-c/Robitussin+honey+lemon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-5582000033043686132</id><published>2008-02-24T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:57:51.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muahz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This one's for the ladies...... heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R8GFrh1eEgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tDMnTxCGBuo/s1600-h/DSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R8GFrh1eEgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tDMnTxCGBuo/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170560830061548034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-5582000033043686132?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/5582000033043686132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=5582000033043686132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/5582000033043686132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/5582000033043686132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/02/muahz.html' title='Muahz!'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R8GFrh1eEgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tDMnTxCGBuo/s72-c/DSC_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-7779552699367208655</id><published>2008-02-19T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:41:05.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear ol' granny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today, I gave 10 minutes of thought to my grandmother. I really miss her. She was always very warm and hospitable but the thing I miss about her the most is her cooking. She could never fail to cook up a storm in the kitchen. Her food was so good that it was actually worth getting fat with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you and miss you lots granny. I hope you're having fun cooking up a storm in heaven. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-7779552699367208655?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/7779552699367208655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=7779552699367208655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7779552699367208655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7779552699367208655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/02/dear-ol-granny.html' title='Dear ol&apos; granny'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-2949506107876390840</id><published>2008-02-18T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T00:23:19.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My company held it's customer appreciation dinner tonight and it went considerably well given the fact that we only started planning for it 3 days ago. The dinner was held at Emperor's court on the 3rd floor of Hua Ho Manggis Mall. I was abit nervous at first because I'm not particularly apt in mingling with business minded people but as the night progressed, my boss mentioned that I was doing a good job so I guess all I had to really do was try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the initial mingling came the food, which was absolutely scrumptious. We started off with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="pny" lang="pny"&gt;yúshēng, or "Yee Sang" for those who don't know pinyin spelling. Personally, I've had better ones but I've also had worse ones so this one was pretty average. Other than that, everything else on the menu was positively delectable. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup - gooood&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - good&lt;br /&gt;Fish - goood&lt;br /&gt;Prawns - gooooooooooood&lt;br /&gt;Broccoli - gooood&lt;br /&gt;Fried Rice - good&lt;br /&gt;Dessert - goood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night would have been perfect for me if not for this one person that really annoyed me the whole night. Well, it's actually 2 people if you count my colleague that never makes it for any of our company functions. That kinda annoys me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this person I was talking about was, for starters, not even invited to this dinner but showed up anyway. Talk about being thick skinned; She happened to tag along with someone who was invited. Sheesh! After mingling abit with everyone, she proceeds to ask people for donations for some kind of charity program going on in Kuala Belait. And as if that wasn't bad enough, she complained about the food throughout the whole dinner. So, she shows up uninvited, asks people for money and then complains about the food. What audacity! I was wondering to myself the whole night just what the heck was wrong with her. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friggin' loafer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$~!#@#$%^*^&amp;amp;^%%$$@%#$&amp;amp;*$%#$$!@#$%&amp;amp;$%^%@$#%*##$^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying lady aside, everything went swimmingly. Everyone else had a great time and the food was great. Safe to say, our dinner was a success but all that mingling really tired me out so it's time for me to rest my head now. Ciao ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-2949506107876390840?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/2949506107876390840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=2949506107876390840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/2949506107876390840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/2949506107876390840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-people.html' title='Some people.......'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-6835591828313866447</id><published>2008-02-18T01:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T02:04:38.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R7hzLx1eEcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/khs13znaS8c/s1600-h/jumper_galleryteaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R7hzLx1eEcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/khs13znaS8c/s320/jumper_galleryteaser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168007218601005506" border="0" /&gt;      &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R7hzUx1eEdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/26j1NwENmNw/s1600-h/jumper_gallerytitle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R7hzUx1eEdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/26j1NwENmNw/s320/jumper_gallerytitle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168007373219828178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I managed to catch the movie "Jumper" with Ron last night. We didn't plan on watching a movie but we were too bored to do anything else so we went anyway. Haha... The movie was ok. It's story was abit cheesy and the action was lacking but the most annoying thing about the movie were the girls in front of us, who kept screaming every time the people in the movie "jumped". Yeah, like as if it was scary. Sheesh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I like about the movie though, is the title, which is too bad because I already had plans to do my own movie titled "Jumper". It would have been such a hit. Starring :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R7h1RB1eEeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/x_LvfkVMMr0/s1600-h/jumper+cables.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R7h1RB1eEeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/x_LvfkVMMr0/s200/jumper+cables.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168009507818574306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     and    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R7h10R1eEfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/O9cLUKVsn9E/s1600-h/Car_Battery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R7h10R1eEfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/O9cLUKVsn9E/s200/Car_Battery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168010113408963058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.......................................            ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-6835591828313866447?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/6835591828313866447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=6835591828313866447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/6835591828313866447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/6835591828313866447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/02/jumper.html' title='Jumper'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R7hzLx1eEcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/khs13znaS8c/s72-c/jumper_galleryteaser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-3100639179592102326</id><published>2008-02-11T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:16:31.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapped back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It has often been said that the only thing bad about going on a holiday is coming back from one. What with the Chinese New Year celebrations having just passed, well the bulk of it anyways, it's now time for reality to kick in again. Rev. Johnny made everyone say "Xing Nien Kuai Ler" in church on Sunday morning. Personally, I prefer to say "Gong Xi Fa Cai". No particular reasons whatsoever, I just think it's easier to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Contrary to common belief, CNY celebrations do not last 15 days. They last for as long as you don't have to work. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's CNY for me was pretty interesting to say the least. Take for instance, my parents driving to Sabah to spend 2 weeks with my relatives there, leaving me alone at home with 6 dogs. Now that I think about it, it was rather stupid seeing as how I barely feed myself let alone 6 dogs. Haha... I was all too happy to oblige when Nikki's mum asked me for a dog. I was sad to hear of the demise of Nikki's grandma but as her family would undoubtedly tell you, it was harder to mourn than to celebrate the passing of one that had such a fulfilling life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With Nikki's family back for CNY and also for the "celebration", I got a chance to meet Nikki's older sister and also her cousin Geneive which was a wee bit weird for me because I have an older sister named Genevieve whom I love to hate. Sibling rivalry and all that... Anyways, Nikki's older sister wasn't what I pictured her to be. For some reason unbeknownst to me, I just couldn't help but picture her to look like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R7BVgB1eEbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0TrSbMk36_o/s1600-h/dee+dee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R7BVgB1eEbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0TrSbMk36_o/s400/dee+dee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165722781330837938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Hi Dee Dee... I assume that's how you spell your name. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyways, I gather that I'd have had a nicer holiday if I didn't fall sick on CNY eve on account of someone. Haha... Don't feel bad lah bro. I mean, how could you know that I'd be allergic to Hugo Boss perfume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all good things must come to an end. It's now time to snap back to reality and I'm already hating the hustle and bustle of work again. Oh well........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-3100639179592102326?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/3100639179592102326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=3100639179592102326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/3100639179592102326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/3100639179592102326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/02/snapped-back-to-reality.html' title='Snapped back to reality'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R7BVgB1eEbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0TrSbMk36_o/s72-c/dee+dee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-343447955426427254</id><published>2008-01-29T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:38:37.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting, schminteresting......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Why is it that people worry about offending fat people but not about offending skinny people? Why do people look at tall people with awe but short people with ridicule? Two very interesting points that Daphne brought up amidst our discussion in YDM last Saturday. Among the present were Bell, Daphne, Denice, Vuina &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hope I've spelt that correctly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true if you think about it carefully. People are always teaching you to be tactful when talking about fat people but never for skinny people. The fact is, a skinny person would feel offended the same way a fat person would be. We have to realise that skinny people have feelings too and we should watch what we say about them as well. The same can also be said for short people and this post serves to create awareness for that very purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope you guys remember this post the next time you talk to a skinny / short person. Remember, we all have feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-343447955426427254?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/343447955426427254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=343447955426427254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/343447955426427254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/343447955426427254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/01/interesting-schminteresting.html' title='Interesting, schminteresting......'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-998837066098631771</id><published>2008-01-27T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:07:27.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergency time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's funny how you can never seem to get a hold of certain people during times where there is an emergent need for them. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got another haircut today eventhough my last haircut was less than 2 weeks ago. Few people have noticed that I've not worn my cap for over a month now. Not that I'm complaining or craving for attention. I'm just stating facts. My resolve to keep short hair and not wear my cap is going well so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next resolve is to not eat lunch for a month. I really hope it bodes well with my stomach but we'll see how it goes. Tentative date of start - 1st Feb 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lunch buddies but it's only 29 days. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-998837066098631771?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/998837066098631771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=998837066098631771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/998837066098631771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/998837066098631771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/01/emergency-time.html' title='Emergency time'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-3967721619497026309</id><published>2008-01-22T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:40:55.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know thy path</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You broaden my path so that my ankles do not turn"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Samuel 22:37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which path do I take? I look ahead and see 3 paths before me. One to the left, one in the middle and one to the right. I can deduce where these paths lead to but I dont know what lies at the end of these paths. As I stand here investigating every detail of the paths before me, I start to take notice of certain things about these 3 paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Path to the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This path leads down to a place I've already been in my life. A part of my life where I was genuinely happy and almost carefree. Days were spontaneous and activities were abundant. Nights were long and sleep was not even close to being a necessity. Distance was nary an issue but trust was. Concern became distrust which eventually led to dissociation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Path to the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This path leads down to a place of "what could have been." A place in which I can make up for a part of my life that has long been disjunctioned. Maturity has reared it's head and decisions seem easier because of hindsight. Words of others no longer clouds my judgment and clarity is evident. A mistake that can now be made right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Path in the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This path leads down to a place that I have never been to. A place where the past does not matter and yet it does. With the promise of surprise at every step of the way. A path that could prove to be the longest one I've ever taken in my life or intersect into any of the other paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which path do I take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-3967721619497026309?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/3967721619497026309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=3967721619497026309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/3967721619497026309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/3967721619497026309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/01/know-thy-path.html' title='Know thy path'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-313452929125488945</id><published>2008-01-21T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:36:39.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't do it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Eventhough every inch of my brain was telling me what to say, the words just wouldn't come out of my mouth. Darn it, this is harder than it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!@%@#$%**&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;*^^%&amp;amp;%@$%@#$#@%#^$^%*)*(&amp;amp;*%^$#@#&amp;amp;^&amp;amp;(^%%$@#='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-313452929125488945?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/313452929125488945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=313452929125488945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/313452929125488945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/313452929125488945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-couldnt-do-it.html' title='I couldn&apos;t do it'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-7732288782496931493</id><published>2008-01-16T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:56:18.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weetameal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R44o90iA-eI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rX2T6dMCba8/s1600-h/Jacobweetameal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R44o90iA-eI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rX2T6dMCba8/s400/Jacobweetameal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156103665924241890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest craze in meal replacement... I've been eating alot of these in lieu of meals lately. They're good for your body, have low fat percentage and taste fairly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-7732288782496931493?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/7732288782496931493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=7732288782496931493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7732288782496931493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7732288782496931493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/01/weetameal.html' title='Weetameal'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R44o90iA-eI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rX2T6dMCba8/s72-c/Jacobweetameal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-5027181268773628621</id><published>2008-01-15T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T21:55:26.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die die die die die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R4y7CUiA-dI/AAAAAAAAAIc/n0o8FyCeKg8/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R4y7CUiA-dI/AAAAAAAAAIc/n0o8FyCeKg8/s400/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155701321977887186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, but driving around today was a little bit scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-5027181268773628621?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/5027181268773628621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=5027181268773628621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/5027181268773628621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/5027181268773628621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/01/die-die-die-die-die.html' title='Die die die die die'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R4y7CUiA-dI/AAAAAAAAAIc/n0o8FyCeKg8/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-1769985492105476064</id><published>2008-01-08T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:14:30.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm still trying to get used to writing or saying "2008" instead of "2007" because it's so easy to cling on to the past. But, as they say, "Time and tide waits for no man." Life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had worship practice for church service today. It was the first practice we've had on a Tuesday since we got the approval to use the church. God indeed answers prayers! We've had a couple of services in the church and already we are having to deal with so many kinks with the system. Safe to say, it'll still be awhile before we actually utilize the efficiency of the church's new system. But anyways, I'm just happy that our wait is finally over. Praise Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship practice went really well today. I admire the way Chester always knows what he wants in a song. I've had my share of under prepared worship leaders in my experience and it has always irked me. What frustrates me even more is when they say that they are leading by "faith". Sorry to say, but I feel that that is a really poor excuse. Personally, I feel that every worship leader should be as prepared as possible, to plan for every single detail and then leave the rest to God. When you plan for every single scenario and know that God will take care of anything that might still go wrong, THAT'S leading by faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practice, we managed to have a short jamming session before packing up. I finally managed to introduce my "punk version" of the song - One Way. Eventhough the word "punk" has kind of a negative connotation to it, it's not as bad as you may think. Chel thought it was ok. I've had the idea for the song for almost a year now but was never able to properly introduce it. I even remember teaching it to Terence once but we didn't have a drummer and a singer so it was scrapped. But who knows, maybe we'll be able to use it sometime. It could be a hit for when Youth Harvest comes. Heh Heh... Hopefully, you guys will get a chance to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-1769985492105476064?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/1769985492105476064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=1769985492105476064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/1769985492105476064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/1769985492105476064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-9105379576488958726</id><published>2008-01-04T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:16:55.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet embrace of solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My brother left for England today. There weren't any tears or emotions flaring and such but I did meet a girl at the airport. She's from Canberra, Australia and she was pretty interesting. Hope I get another chance to meet her. I'm beginning to wonder how things will be around the house now. With me being the only child at home now, I imagine that things will be pretty different. More chores, responsibilities, etc. Still, I think I'm gonna enjoy this phase of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem a little bit sad but I have already begun to draw plans for how I'm gonna re-arrange my room. Seeing as how my brother brought most of his junk with him, I'll have more space to play around with. Yay! Hee Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it may take me a couple of days to fully re-arrange everything but I'll post up some before and after pictures when I'm done. That's if I can find someone to lend me a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cough* Nikon D80 *cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;**Note to self, get a camera**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-9105379576488958726?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/9105379576488958726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=9105379576488958726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/9105379576488958726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/9105379576488958726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweet-embrace-of-solitude.html' title='Sweet embrace of solitude'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-5680359506086519767</id><published>2008-01-02T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:56:22.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn roast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I didn't get a wink of sleep last night thanks to my brother. Ever since he got his ipod, he's been on a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'convert every single mp3 and ripped cd in the computer and uploading into his ipod'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; phase. I mean, what the heck man? Every single song I've ever ripped since we first got this computer 4 years ago is now gone and all he had to say was "Just rip it again, lah!" Sure, give me another 4 years and I'm all set. Jerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cos, I know that doesn't really explain why I didn't get any sleep. You see, unlike me, my brother doesn't have to work until he leaves for England on Friday which means that he doesn't need to sleep when I do. Being on holiday and all, his body clock is all messed up for now and you can imagine the amount of noise he makes given his new phase &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(mentioned earlier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Jerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually really glad that he's going to England for good cos I'm kinda sick of living with him. Many people don't know it but the two of us are very opposite in character when it comes to neatness and cleanliness. I secretly call him a pig under my breath. Heh heh... please don't tell anyone. I mean the guy leaves dirty and clean clothes on his bed, his wet towel on the floor, cd's and everything else in between all over the place. And since we share a room, it makes MY room messy as well. Jerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His last night is tomorrow and I guess I should spend some time with him before he leaves. Although we did have dinner together on New Year's eve, I don't think telling him what sushi I wanted to eat counts as conversation. At least I gave him respect as the older brother and let him pay. Err....Jerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways dear brother, if you ever read this, I wish you a fulfilling life in England. You never liked Brunei much so I guess it's only fitting that you probably settle down somewhere else. All the best from your lil bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Hope you like this roast. Jerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pps: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roast_%28comedy%29"&gt;Definition of a roast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-5680359506086519767?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/5680359506086519767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=5680359506086519767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/5680359506086519767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/5680359506086519767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2008/01/corn-roast.html' title='Corn roast...'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-7020373364031176159</id><published>2007-12-17T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:30:34.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Most people have the Monday blues but I don't. I actually like Mondays because it's the start of a new week and I do so relish new beginnings. Over the past few years, however, I've been having December blues. What with mission trips, caroling, church services, the influx of overseas students back on holiday, year-end workloads &amp;amp; deadlines, Christmas and the new year, you can see why I dread this month. Don't get me wrong because I enjoy all of the afore-mentioned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(except the year-end workload part =P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but I don't like the energy and time that is paid in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong again. Far be it for me to think that all of my energy and time spent doing all of it goes to waste but if there was a way I could do all of it and NOT be physically drained at the end of the day, I'd be set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, don't expect a lot of blog posts this month people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Welcome back to all the overseas-ers(?): Abby, Bex K, Bex R, Cait, Jay, Joss, Panda, Sarah Ong, Tiff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: Sorry if I didn't mention your name. You have permission to hit me if you see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-7020373364031176159?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/7020373364031176159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=7020373364031176159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7020373364031176159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7020373364031176159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-blues.html' title='December blues'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-7082594767974911969</id><published>2007-12-10T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T19:48:33.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm too exhausted to blog properly. House-sitting and dog-sitting 9 dogs alone will do that to you...... I want my mommy !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-7082594767974911969?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/7082594767974911969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=7082594767974911969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7082594767974911969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7082594767974911969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/12/home-alone.html' title='Home alone'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-7973869293806665889</id><published>2007-12-03T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:28:40.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock, Me, Hard place...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rock -&lt;/span&gt; Customers who buy drugs &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I use this term medically)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the company I'm working in. This includes doctors, pharmacists and people who wouldn't know the difference between Panadol and Viagra. In principle, the customer is always right. Practically, it's a whole different issue. Bottom line is that these customers must be kept happy in order to ensure loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hard place -&lt;/span&gt; Suppliers who give us their drugs &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(again medically)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to sell to customers. Without them, we have no drugs to supply. They provide the drugs and we provide the services. In principle, the supplier's word is law. Practically, it's a whole different issue. Bottom line is that these suppliers must be kept happy in order to ensure stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me -&lt;/span&gt; Customer Services Assistant currently employed under Zuellig Pharma Sdn Bhd, which is ranked at no. 1 in Brunei now as far as the market of pharmaceuticals go. We provide distribution of drugs &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(still medically)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; throughout the whole nation. The customers only care about getting their drugs and the suppliers only care about their drugs being sold. We take care of everything else in between. Bottom line is that I have to keep everyone happy in order to ensure that I keep my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Situation -&lt;/span&gt; A customer orders some drugs but has not been settling their accounts for the last 5 months. The management has decided to hold all supply to said customer until their accounts have been settled but the suppliers want their sales. Both sides are putting pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question -&lt;/span&gt; What would you do, especially when your job is to make sure both sides are happy? The following are not options you can choose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a) Kill yourself, the customer or supplier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;b) Resign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c) Pass the responsibility to someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-7973869293806665889?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/7973869293806665889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=7973869293806665889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7973869293806665889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7973869293806665889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/12/rock-me-hard-place.html' title='Rock, Me, Hard place...'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-4136743941595122029</id><published>2007-12-02T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:07:11.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been robbed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok, so maybe I wasn't really robbed and maybe the title of this post is misleading but it's my blog and I'll type whatever the heck I want. Bleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted more? Have you ever wanted something better? I have. All the time, I have. It's a never-ending process... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*sidetrack* Whoever hasn't watched "&lt;a href="http://www.neverendingstory.com/"&gt;Never ending story&lt;/a&gt;" should. It's a classic. *end sidetrack*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No matter what you have, and I'm talking about material stuff here, something better always comes along. Phones, computers, cars, internet (connection), girls. Ok, I was kidding about the last one. Heh heh heh... Please don't hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, none of it ever lasts. Nothing ever lasts for long and it's the fault of our own arrogance, pride, selfishness, intolerability, ingenuity, passion, resilience...... The list just keeps going and going &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*sidetrack* Duracell ! *end sidetrack*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's like I've been robbed the instant I purchase something. I mean, if whatever I bought is going to be the second best in a couple of weeks then I've already been robbed of my item's value. The pace of modern technology is so fast, who can keep up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how materialistically, the world is so keen to adapt and follow the things that wont last but spiritually, many of us find it so difficult to follow the one who is the same yesterday, today and forever. The one to which time is irrelevant. Whether we have taken, are taking or will eventually take Him for granted, Jesus will always remain the same and love us nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope we realise it sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-4136743941595122029?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/4136743941595122029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=4136743941595122029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/4136743941595122029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/4136743941595122029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-robbed.html' title='I&apos;ve been robbed...'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-8576725293188562900</id><published>2007-11-23T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:22:09.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent guitar</title><content type='html'>I was surfing for some stuff the other day and came across this really cool guitar. It's called a silent guitar and it looked really weird to me at first but after staring at it for about 12 minutes and 48 seconds....i thought it was really cool. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Actually it was more like 12 minutes and 47 and a half seconds but I wasn't really counting. =p *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R0bbRdgOpuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5USkqRnAmcY/s1600-h/silent+guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R0bbRdgOpuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5USkqRnAmcY/s320/silent+guitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136033518086694626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silent guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At first I thought that someone drew an outline around the picture but later on, I found out that the outline is actually part of the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R0bdptgOpvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yL5tumR8imE/s1600-h/silent+guitar+turned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R0bdptgOpvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yL5tumR8imE/s320/silent+guitar+turned.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136036133721777906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slightly turned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why it's called a silent guitar is the fact that it doesn't make any audible sound when you play with it. Of course, headphones come in very handy here. That, and an amplifier, is the only way to hear what you're playing. Unless you just happen to have super-hearing; Which, if you really did, would be totally wasted on listening to yourself playing a silent guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't need another guitar nor do I need a silent guitar but it'd still be cool to have one. After all, Christmas is just around the corner...... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*cough* *cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-8576725293188562900?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/8576725293188562900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=8576725293188562900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/8576725293188562900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/8576725293188562900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/11/silent-guitar.html' title='Silent guitar'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/R0bbRdgOpuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5USkqRnAmcY/s72-c/silent+guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-4865575817664240542</id><published>2007-11-20T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:59:16.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things going thru' my mind right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1) The world is round. If it was flat, there would be people constantly falling off the edge of the earth and space would be full of lifeless bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When people say they are fine, they're not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Cookies should be called bakies since they are baked and not cooked at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Life is a disease. Every day you've lived is another day you've died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A chinese man with only one chopstick will go hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) A chinese man who runs after his car rolling down a hill will lose alot of weight. A chinese man who runs after his car up a hill is committing suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Spit in the wind and it'll hit you back in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) The teletubbies are just plain wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The lines on a road are as straight as the road it's painted on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The sky is a reflection of the sea on dust particles in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) A bird can fly but a fly cant bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Our imagination is exactly that, just an imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Nice guys don't finish last, they don't finish at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Eat to live to eat or live to eat to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) My head still hurts cos one of Tim's flags totally bonked me there. I wonder if I have ESP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) No use crying over spilt milk, best thing to do is get a towel to dry it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) The more advanced the technology, the lazier we get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) No pain, no gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Have car, will travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) I'm tired...sleepy time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-4865575817664240542?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/4865575817664240542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=4865575817664240542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/4865575817664240542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/4865575817664240542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-things-going-thru-my-mind-right.html' title='Some things going thru&apos; my mind right now'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-6016910963633107094</id><published>2007-11-17T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T18:07:54.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mole 'b' gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you've known me for a very long time, you would know that I have a pretty big mole underneath my chin. Ta-dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/Rz65D9gOpsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HpKapTc_SOo/s1600-h/Mole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/Rz65D9gOpsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HpKapTc_SOo/s320/Mole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133744102949430978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everyone has them whether big or small, easily seen or not so easily seen. Hehe... I've had mine since birth but you wouldn't be able to see it when we're talking face to face unless I tilted my head up slightly. I know that my picture makes it look like a huge zit but that's because I'm finally getting it removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've never really liked my mole, which is why I've always thought about getting rid of it. I've just always been to lazy to do anything about it until now. In my lifetime they've been many 'chinese-ey' people who have told me that my mole is a very good one and that I should leave it as it is but I think it's all hogwash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, many people believe that a mole in particular spots on the body bring about certain things in one's life. Mine is supposed to bring about wealth. What's more is that they believe that if hair grows out of the mole, it amplifies the mole's "power" and that this power grows with the length and amount of hair coming out of your mole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HahAhAHAhAhAahahAHAhahAhAAhHAAhAHahAhAHaHahAHAhAHAH.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess I'll take my chance anyway and get it removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I just realised that I have a pretty elongated neck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-6016910963633107094?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/6016910963633107094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=6016910963633107094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/6016910963633107094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/6016910963633107094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/11/mole-b-gone.html' title='Mole &apos;b&apos; gone'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/Rz65D9gOpsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HpKapTc_SOo/s72-c/Mole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-6354928770233212789</id><published>2007-11-13T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:54:29.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detox diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/Rzm4_dUHaFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/o8fpOwiVAGA/s1600-h/apples2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/Rzm4_dUHaFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/o8fpOwiVAGA/s200/apples2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132336650705659986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, I started my detox diet today and let me tell you this, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IT'S SO FRIGGIN' HARD !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anyone who tells you otherwise needs some sense knocked back into them. No matter how many times you've done it or if you're a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"pro"&lt;/span&gt; at it, denying food will ALWAYS be tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sugar, no salt, no meat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; no preservatives, no artificial stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, blah blah blah......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I should just give up eating altogether. That would be a whole lot easier for me. Unfortunately for me, it's too late to back out now since I already bought 5 bags of apples, celery and cucumbers...... Abit much, you think? Well, I relish the idea of having more than enough. That, plus I'm crazy. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved apples as a kid so I hope that at the end of my detox diet, I wouldn't have learned to hate them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-6354928770233212789?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/6354928770233212789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=6354928770233212789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/6354928770233212789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/6354928770233212789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/11/detox-diet.html' title='Detox diet'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/Rzm4_dUHaFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/o8fpOwiVAGA/s72-c/apples2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-1742114158799991871</id><published>2007-11-08T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:42:13.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitars go 'jeng 'jeng 'jeng</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There are some guys who should just be shot if they have any pink on them. But then, there are other guys who can pull it off. Ahem! Like me...................and Mark Hoppus from Blink 182. Check it out, his microphone stand is pink too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzcRJ9UHaBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/an5NjKQ75Ck/s1600-h/mark_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzcRJ9UHaBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/an5NjKQ75Ck/s320/mark_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131589163187398674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I had a pink bass....but it's just so hard to find nice pink basses around these parts. I mean, this one is just plain ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzcSMdUHaCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/iqR-isP4jPI/s1600-h/yuck+bass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzcSMdUHaCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/iqR-isP4jPI/s320/yuck+bass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131590305648699426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even harder is finding a pink bass that is made by a professional guitar making company and not some dodgy one. And trust me, there are plenty of dodgy ones out there. Like this one for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzcSyNUHaDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2bN1qENCiaA/s1600-h/fucker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzcSyNUHaDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2bN1qENCiaA/s320/fucker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131590954188761138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that DOES say what you think it says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-1742114158799991871?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/1742114158799991871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=1742114158799991871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/1742114158799991871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/1742114158799991871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/11/guitars-go-jeng-jeng-jeng.html' title='Guitars go &apos;jeng &apos;jeng &apos;jeng'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzcRJ9UHaBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/an5NjKQ75Ck/s72-c/mark_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-2043792232552493396</id><published>2007-11-08T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:36:09.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Lord, You know my heart. You know my wishes and desires. Lord, I submit them to You. Please help me to achieve them with the integrity of a Christian, the strength of a true believer, the faith of a righteous man, the grace and mercy of a blessed man and, most of all, the heart of a servant. Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-2043792232552493396?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/2043792232552493396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=2043792232552493396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/2043792232552493396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/2043792232552493396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/11/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-573614313395726594</id><published>2007-11-06T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:47:22.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A couple of days ago I joined a couple of my colleagues for lunch and they decided that we should go for Korean food. Don't ask me which one i went to, cos there's only one in Brunei and it's in Kiulap. Though it was my first time trying Korean food, I was game because I like to test the limits of my stomach sometimes and I must say that it was........................unusual to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, we had to sit on the floor since the tables were only about 2 feet off the ground. That being said, you can see why it was so uncomfortable for me what with my long legs and all. Bleh! I can't remember all the names of the food but I did take a few pictures. Take a gander below...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzBEJLhFVmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-ov3vAiOJak/s1600-h/Food+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzBEJLhFVmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-ov3vAiOJak/s320/Food+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129674900076058210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzBEJLhFVmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-ov3vAiOJak/s1600-h/Food+2.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzBE-rhFVnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9cmMYEp4KR0/s1600-h/Food+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzBE-rhFVnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9cmMYEp4KR0/s320/Food+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129675819199059570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzBFsbhFVoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/L9f9gK1L9kE/s1600-h/Food+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzBFsbhFVoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/L9f9gK1L9kE/s320/Food+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129676605178074754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I noticed is that they always seem to give you more than what you ordered.  The pictures above were just what we ordered for everyone to share. Meals always come with appetizers and complementary refills &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(up to a certain extent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All that topped off with our a la carte orders makes for a VERY hearty meal. And being the only guy there, I was given the priviledge&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of finishing everything. Burrrrp! Not to mention all the "auntie" talk I was forced to listen to. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*I swear, if one more person says that I'm too skinny and needs to eat more otherwise no girl would want me as a bf, I'm not gonna be responsible for my resulting actions*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A word of advise here, If you don't like spice or sour stuff then I suggest that you don't ever try Korean food because it's all basically spicy AND sour. Kim-chee, Yum! However, if you choose to ignore my first warning and go there anyway, please take heed to my next warning... You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; paying attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DON'T ORDER WHAT I ORDERED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzBL8LhFVqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Nz2gquBkyPs/s1600-h/noodles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzBL8LhFVqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Nz2gquBkyPs/s320/noodles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129683472830781090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; If you're thinking that you're in for a real treat if you order their Korean noodles or more commonly known as "Kor-yun" then you're mistaken. TERRIBLY MISTAKEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you will get is a packet of Maggie Mee Kari with spring onions and an egg beaten into the soup. There's nothing Korean about it at all. It probably wasn't even cooked by the Korean chef. My colleagues were debating that it wasn't really Maggie but I am a veteran Maggie mee eater. Maggie with soup,  kolo-maggie, fried maggie, maggie keropok; I've tried it all so I know maggie when I see it. Who are they trying to kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part was having to pay $3.50 for it. Being the logistics person for youth camps, I know my prices. So, let's do the math. One bundle of spring onions = $1. Averaging about 10 sticks per bundle that = 10 cents for one spring onion. One egg carton costs about $4.80 and contains 30 eggs. That = 16 cents per egg. Maggie mee always comes in packs of 5 and costs $1.50. That = 30 cents per packet. Tap water = free. Put it all together and it comes to 56 cents for the whole dish. I paid $3.50 for it. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Bloody ripoff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzBST7hFVrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/X09Cz1j1ANc/s1600-h/Metal+chopsticks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzBST7hFVrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/X09Cz1j1ANc/s200/Metal+chopsticks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129690477922440882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least one thing I liked out of the whole time I was there were the metal chopsticks. For some reason I just couldn't stop playing with them. It isn't everyday that you can play with flat, metal chopsticks. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My rating for Korean food in Brunei - 2 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-573614313395726594?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/573614313395726594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=573614313395726594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/573614313395726594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/573614313395726594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/11/korean-food.html' title='Korean food'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RzBEJLhFVmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-ov3vAiOJak/s72-c/Food+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-4126562079051686188</id><published>2007-11-04T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T13:22:58.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience is a virtue, tolerance is a caliber</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely no patience at all, just lots of tolerance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-4126562079051686188?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/4126562079051686188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=4126562079051686188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/4126562079051686188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/4126562079051686188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/11/patience-is-virtue-tolerance-is-caliber.html' title='Patience is a virtue, tolerance is a caliber'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-6414655545981683090</id><published>2007-11-04T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:59:28.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficiality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyyokrhFVkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5rx0yQ_ZNdU/s1600-h/Elephant_Mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyyokrhFVkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5rx0yQ_ZNdU/s320/Elephant_Mask.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128659423778395714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, it seems that the level of superficiality in friendships have increased. Well, for me anyways. As always, I speak from my own point of view and doesn't necessarily have to be the same for whoever is reading this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the subject at hand. Superficiality will be the downfall of many a friendship or relationship in everyone's lives. There's no escaping it. No matter what you claim, there will always be a level of superficiality in every friendship or relationship that you build. And why wouldn't there be? I mean, who wants to know every single detail of someone else's life or wants every single detail of their life to be known? It's unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two sides to every coin. There are people who complain that they feel that they don't know you enough yet reveal nothing practical about themselves to you; Then there are people who keep everything to themselves but wished that they could have someway or someone to spill everything to. So, as I said before, unrealistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What constitutes as superficiality anyways? If I told you something that is true for me but sounds like utter bull crap to you, then is it superficial? Was I being lame again? Was it superficial just because what I said is not the kind of thing you expected to hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people have their minds made up about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have mentioned that I am a very superficial person, or that I'm really hard to predict/read, or that I'm too mysterious, or that I don't open up enough, or that I'm afraid of people finding out the real me. Well, maybe everyone should consider the fact that it's not that I have lots of things to hide but rather, I have nothing to show. All I ask, is for a little consideration that maybe I'm not as closed as everyone makes me out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-6414655545981683090?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/6414655545981683090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=6414655545981683090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/6414655545981683090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/6414655545981683090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/11/superficiality.html' title='Superficiality'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyyokrhFVkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5rx0yQ_ZNdU/s72-c/Elephant_Mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-5722828764894157471</id><published>2007-10-31T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:28:09.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diapers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember a time when the only diapers available were called "Pampers." These days there are so many different brands available that they're running out of names for their products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyidFbhFVgI/AAAAAAAAADU/eweThINyfPg/s1600-h/tushies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyidFbhFVgI/AAAAAAAAADU/eweThINyfPg/s200/tushies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127520892372735490" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyidRbhFVhI/AAAAAAAAADc/sL3MC9Kfies/s1600-h/sheeshee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyidRbhFVhI/AAAAAAAAADc/sL3MC9Kfies/s200/sheeshee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127521098531165714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyidlbhFViI/AAAAAAAAADk/TbC2qu2vwHA/s1600-h/petpet_diaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyidlbhFViI/AAAAAAAAADk/TbC2qu2vwHA/s200/petpet_diaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127521442128549410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pity the kids who have to use these. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Congrats to Siew Fung and her 'Lao-Kung' for giving birth to their first child today. I hope they stick to "pampers" for their baby son. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-5722828764894157471?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/5722828764894157471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=5722828764894157471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/5722828764894157471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/5722828764894157471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/10/diapers.html' title='Diapers'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyidFbhFVgI/AAAAAAAAADU/eweThINyfPg/s72-c/tushies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-8168321190065930547</id><published>2007-10-30T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:18:45.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RydXU7hFVeI/AAAAAAAAADE/l49rv6jg0kM/s1600-h/ketchup4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RydXU7hFVeI/AAAAAAAAADE/l49rv6jg0kM/s200/ketchup4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127162717870052834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ketchup! We all need it at times; And I'm not talking about when you're eating a burger, fries or something of the like. There are times when you just need to get together with someone and play 'ketchup'. Whether it be a recent acquaintance, lifelong friend or childhood buddy, times like the ones I had today will always be nothing short of refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thank God for giving me the chance and also the boldness to seize the opportunity to catch up with 2 of my friends that I haven't really talked to in a while. First with &lt;a href="http://www.artsybellavida.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laurice&lt;/a&gt; for lunch and then with &lt;a href="http://digitaldreams.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Nikki&lt;/a&gt; for dinner. Both times very different in essence but still refreshing nonetheless. For both of them, I pray that the Lord will continue to be a very real entity to them and that His love and mercy would continue to outshine any circumstances in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna post any of the conversations up but suffice to say, God gave me a really interesting day today. Hehe... Now lets see who's next on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-8168321190065930547?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/8168321190065930547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=8168321190065930547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/8168321190065930547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/8168321190065930547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/10/ketchup-week.html' title='Ketchup week'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RydXU7hFVeI/AAAAAAAAADE/l49rv6jg0kM/s72-c/ketchup4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-9170712107157852306</id><published>2007-10-29T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T00:51:59.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doulos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After 8 years, it's back again. I'm talking about the &lt;a href="http://www.mvdoulos.org/index.php"&gt;Doulos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. I vaguely remember my experience from when it was last here because I've never really had a thing for books since I'm not much of a reader. I didn't even want to go see the ship but when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you're young and unable to drive, your parents have pretty much every say in the subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The only thing that I clearly remember is the really nice girl I met on the ship that day. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dropped something and she picked it up for me, so on and so forth. I'm not gonna get into any details. &lt;/span&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; She was real pretty too and same age as me. If i believed in that stuff, I woulda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; probably calle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;d her my soul mate. Imagine that; Finding a soul mate when you're 15 years old. It's like stumbling across the batcave. You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; don't know whether to rejoice or be very afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYJ-LhFVXI/AAAAAAAAACM/UJlw9aTakHI/s1600-h/batman+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 91px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYJ-LhFVXI/AAAAAAAAACM/UJlw9aTakHI/s200/batman+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126796189655979378" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYKZLhFVYI/AAAAAAAAACU/yV3fTyyZrYI/s1600-h/batman+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 91px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYKZLhFVYI/AAAAAAAAACU/yV3fTyyZrYI/s200/batman+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126796653512447362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYKZLhFVYI/AAAAAAAAACU/yV3fTyyZrYI/s1600-h/batman+2.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYKrbhFVZI/AAAAAAAAACc/cTTAolKVUbA/s1600-h/batman+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 92px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYKrbhFVZI/AAAAAAAAACc/cTTAolKVUbA/s200/batman+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126796967045059986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYKrbhFVZI/AAAAAAAAACc/cTTAolKVUbA/s1600-h/batman+3.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYK97hFVaI/AAAAAAAAACk/TYfR5PW25rg/s1600-h/batman+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 92px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYK97hFVaI/AAAAAAAAACk/TYfR5PW25rg/s200/batman+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126797284872639906" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYLZ7hFVbI/AAAAAAAAACs/Y-cAR6MAw00/s1600-h/batman+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYLZ7hFVbI/AAAAAAAAACs/Y-cAR6MAw00/s200/batman+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126797765908977074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, teenage drama aside, I visited the Doulos this time out of my own volition. I was there with Pete, David and a couple of the SACFC members. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Go St Andrew Lions!&lt;/span&gt; The crew members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; organised a sports cafe to help spread a message about God using sports as a theme. Didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; know what to expect outta it but I went knowing that God would somehow get some sort of message across despite all the restrictions imposed by Brunei's government. All in all, they did a splendid job in effectively getting the message across. Kudos to Doulos.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Bada bish!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Because we didn't have time to eat before our visit to the ship, we decided to go for a bite afterwards. Which we did, we went to a restaurant n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;earby the muara port and as we walked in we immediately realised that we had stepped into a Chinese restaurant. One word - Karaoke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYNorhFVcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SE6ljhiw0Rg/s1600-h/karaoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYNorhFVcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SE6ljhiw0Rg/s200/karaoke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126800218335303106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;David's theory was that they were having a karaoke competition and mine was that they were practicing for when weekend comes but either way it was pretty hilarious. Haha. For one thing, one of the songs sung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(badly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt; was a malay version of the theme song for The Legend of Judge Pao. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERIOUSLY !!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; For those that don't know, Judge Pao was a Chinese legend with a crescent moon on his forehead who always judged fairly in all his cases. Please note the word 'legend' here because I don't have any evidence of his existence. Unless you count VCR tape volumes of 'Pao Qing Tian'. Kekeke......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYIgbhFVTI/AAAAAAAAABs/VZQfYKC1GtY/s1600-h/Bao01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYIgbhFVTI/AAAAAAAAABs/VZQfYKC1GtY/s200/Bao01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126794579043243314" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYItLhFVUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-_eJ2ZVsKtg/s1600-h/Bao02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYItLhFVUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-_eJ2ZVsKtg/s200/Bao02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126794798086575426" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYJErhFVVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xrOsPyRG9H0/s1600-h/Bao03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 86px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYJErhFVVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xrOsPyRG9H0/s200/Bao03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126795201813501266" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYJMrhFVWI/AAAAAAAAACE/cgqF1GWAiF0/s1600-h/Bao04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 86px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYJMrhFVWI/AAAAAAAAACE/cgqF1GWAiF0/s200/Bao04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126795339252454754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Overall, I thank God for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-9170712107157852306?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/9170712107157852306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=9170712107157852306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/9170712107157852306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/9170712107157852306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/10/doulos.html' title='Doulos'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyYJ-LhFVXI/AAAAAAAAACM/UJlw9aTakHI/s72-c/batman+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-4269565683967817407</id><published>2007-10-28T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:31:01.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep penetrating pain relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyR_fX20-6I/AAAAAAAAABc/h9GA9s5jihw/s1600-h/bengay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyR_fX20-6I/AAAAAAAAABc/h9GA9s5jihw/s400/bengay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126362452811119522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's wrong for me to ask God to bankrupt the company that makes this......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-4269565683967817407?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/4269565683967817407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=4269565683967817407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/4269565683967817407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/4269565683967817407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/10/deep-penetrating-pain-relief.html' title='Deep penetrating pain relief'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RyR_fX20-6I/AAAAAAAAABc/h9GA9s5jihw/s72-c/bengay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-52578691774652327</id><published>2007-10-27T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T12:25:30.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been pondering on something today. More specifically, the fact that I always set out to do something but I never finish anything well enough. Imagine a first place marathon runner who collapses out of exhaustion 3 steps to the finish line. That's how I feel. It reminded me of a sermon that I once heard about finishing well. Though I could not remember it word for word, I remembered enough of it to realise it's truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed very important to finish well. Not just in life but, more importantly, our Christian walk as well. This is not because it is the way things should go or because it is the right thing to do but verily, it is what really counts. Any fool can start something but only a wise man finishes well. I dont know about you, but I definitely want to be that man who finishes well. What's your decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: the word 'man' here refers to mankind in general. Please dont start any sexist wars here... hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-52578691774652327?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/52578691774652327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=52578691774652327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/52578691774652327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/52578691774652327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/10/finishing-well.html' title='Finishing well'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-2950628663139219143</id><published>2007-10-25T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T00:15:31.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worshipful worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Worship isn't something that has to be perfect, just practiced. It doesn't matter if you think it looks or sounds stupid, as long as it is glorifying to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/CGworship.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a shout out to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient Philip&lt;br /&gt;Likeable Lian-Lian&lt;br /&gt;Gung-Ho Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;Steady Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;Karing (caring) Kenny&lt;br /&gt;Kool (cool) Kelly&lt;br /&gt;Charming Clyde&lt;br /&gt;Radical Rachael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You guys all inspire me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the youngest in the group and also the rhythmic wood tapper himself - Bodacious Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: alot of you wont really understand this post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-2950628663139219143?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/2950628663139219143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=2950628663139219143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/2950628663139219143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/2950628663139219143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/10/worshipful-worship.html' title='Worshipful worship'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-3472784957931442501</id><published>2007-10-25T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T02:05:57.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yum yum !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/Rx9vErvJf6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/22HqAbNEEHI/s1600-h/puppy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/Rx9vErvJf6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/22HqAbNEEHI/s200/puppy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124937027221553058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hungry? Try some placenta... Apparently, it contains high levels of prostaglandin&lt;/span&gt;, which basically means that it helps to clean your uterus after giving birth. Yum......? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my dog gave birth to 5 cute puppies yesterday and she picked a heck of a time to do so because I just happened to be home alone. Not to mention that I had to watch as she proceeded to eat her way through all 5 placentas.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Note: puppies come out of their mommy's wombs covered in a placenta sack, which the mommy dog has to eat so that the puppies don't die from lack of air *&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Needless to say, watching a birth is not for the faint-hearted. One thing to be careful about is the stench. Somehow, the smell of amniotic fluids, blood, placenta and freshly born puppies mixing in the air just doesn't produce a very pleasant concoction for the nos&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e. Ick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/Rx94dbvJf7I/AAAAAAAAABE/wiRLPX-Jzy4/s1600-h/Puppy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/Rx94dbvJf7I/AAAAAAAAABE/wiRLPX-Jzy4/s200/Puppy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124947348027965362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One by one, the puppies just kept coming out and I had to restrain my other dogs from getting near them becaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e one of 'em just happens to be very territorial and has a reputation of biting off puppy heads. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/genderchallenged.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;Bad dog!&lt;/a&gt; *&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One thing that I've gained out of this whole experience though is a taste of paternity. I realised that when it comes down to it, I have a pretty developed paternal instinct. Of course this is not to say that a dog giving birth and a human giving birth are the same thing. I still have no idea how I would react to an actual birth but thankfully I don't have to worry about that just yet as I'm sure that God and nature will run it's course. All in all, it was a really cool experience for me, although I could have done without my dog splashing placenta juice on me while I was trying to take pictures. &gt;_&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; width: 198px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/Rx-D_7vJf8I/AAAAAAAAABM/qF--SIKgQAU/s320/MeeGoreng1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124960035361357762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you're still hungry, I've recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; found a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; substitute for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; indomee goreng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. It wont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; clean your uterus but it definitely tastes better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-3472784957931442501?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/3472784957931442501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=3472784957931442501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/3472784957931442501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/3472784957931442501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/10/yum-yum.html' title='yum yum !!!'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/Rx9vErvJf6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/22HqAbNEEHI/s72-c/puppy+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-7013954889728814889</id><published>2007-10-23T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T19:55:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello to the peeps...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ah yes, it's all coming together. More and more people are finding out that I have now started a blog. Hard to believe, but this was all part of a carefully constructed, well thought out plan designed to be orchestrated to fruition. What? You thought this was just something that i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; decided to do while having a conversation with two guys hanging out in my friend's room after supper on a Saturday night? Err...where do you people get these ideas from? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*raised eyebrow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyways, to all the people still finding out that I have a blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/Rx3gkLvJf4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/rttgwEOgzeY/s1600-h/Hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/Rx3gkLvJf4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/rttgwEOgzeY/s320/Hi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124498863247949698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;** Everything is going according to plan. Muahahahaha **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/2987693048870682838-7013954889728814889?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/7013954889728814889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=7013954889728814889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7013954889728814889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/7013954889728814889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-to-peeps.html' title='Hello to the peeps...'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/Rx3gkLvJf4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/rttgwEOgzeY/s72-c/Hi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-9075100640567696850</id><published>2007-10-22T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T20:51:54.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rrring.....ka-pow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RxyLp7vJf1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/-d9b5-UBY3w/s1600-h/sanyo+clock+radio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RxyLp7vJf1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/-d9b5-UBY3w/s320/sanyo+clock+radio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124124028567125842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I think I can safely say that most people (with very few exceptions) absolutely hate the sound of an alarm clock. Personally, I'd love to throw my alarm clock at the wall every time I hear it go off. But obviously I don't, mainly because I cant afford to buy a new clock everyday. That being said, I doubt I would do that even if I could afford to buy a new clock everyday. Nevertheless, the alarm clock ranks high in my list of things to hate. I mean, anything that sounds like it's about to explode can't be very helpful........................................can it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;~Slick~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2987693048870682838-9075100640567696850?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/9075100640567696850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=9075100640567696850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/9075100640567696850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/9075100640567696850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/10/rrringka-pow.html' title='Rrring.....ka-pow!'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hOC6l5B9l3w/RxyLp7vJf1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/-d9b5-UBY3w/s72-c/sanyo+clock+radio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987693048870682838.post-1496313786190585047</id><published>2007-10-22T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T18:31:00.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never thought I'd do it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you ever told yourself that you wouldn't do something only to succumb to it later on? That's how I'm feeling right now. Haha.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that I'd ever get into the whole "blogging" thing but here I am, blogging for the first time. Speaking of blogs, I've been wondering when the word "blog" became a usable term. These days, you can find the word "blog" in quite a few dictionaries. Webster's New Millennium Dictionary for one states the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main Entry:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="bottom"&gt;blog&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part of Speech:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Definition:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;an online diary; a personal chronological log of thoughts  published on a Web page; also called &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Weblog"&gt;Weblog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Web%20log"&gt;Web log&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Example:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;Typically updated daily, blogs often reflect the personality  of the author.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Etymology:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;shortened form of Weblog&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Usage:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;blog, blogged, blogging &lt;i&gt;v, &lt;/i&gt;blogger &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess one day some lexicographer said to himself/herself, "Hmm, I think I'll add the word blog into the dictionary." and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;voilà! Anyways, enough blogging for now. I hope the world wide web is ready for me, because it's about to become a lil bit more lame......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slick~&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/2987693048870682838-1496313786190585047?l=bennyla2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/feeds/1496313786190585047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2987693048870682838&amp;postID=1496313786190585047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/1496313786190585047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2987693048870682838/posts/default/1496313786190585047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennyla2.blogspot.com/2007/10/never-thought-id-do-it.html' title='Never thought I&apos;d do it'/><author><name>Slick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07763876036465118556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee151/bennyla2/Smilingeyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
