<?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-32182293</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:48:44.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~@NyTh!NG g0e5~</title><subtitle type='html'>Anything goes represents the way I live my life. If I have anything in my mind, I will say it out with no hesitation. In my opinion, life should be lived that way. The moment you hesitant, a few seconds would have passed and you can never regain that period of time in which you have lost due to your moment of hesitation. And you know what they say about time- its precious. So if you have anything to say to anyone, and I mean anyone, just do it with no hesitation.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-3778391565641813157</id><published>2009-03-26T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:25:12.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour!!!</title><content type='html'>Earth Hour, an hour whereby humanity switches off all the electrical appliances for an hour, starting from 8.30pm local time. This year, it is the first ever world election between Global Warming and The Earth. Vote Earth by switching off all your electrical appliances for an hour. That's all it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I find that some Malaysians are oblivious to this fact. It has been widely spread that Earth Hour is this Saturday, 28th March 2009 8.30pm. And all you have to do is turn everything off for an hour. But no, Malaysians feel that they are above all that. They decide to schedule Akademi Fantasia at 9pm this Saturday. What I want to know is that, what makes that competition more important than the Earth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-3778391565641813157?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3778391565641813157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=3778391565641813157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3778391565641813157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3778391565641813157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-2252508045723871160</id><published>2009-03-12T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:58:58.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure mounting!!!</title><content type='html'>I know I haven been blogging for a long time. But here's 1 to get the ball rolling. Hopefully this will open the floodgates to futher updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With great responsibility, comes great pressure. I’m feeling that pressure. It’s only been the second week, and I have felt enormous pressure and stress from this position. In the long run, it could help me create a solid foundation in my resume. But is it worth it? I mean yes, it shows that I did hold some responsibility. On the other hand, I’m neglecting so much around me, and breaking at least one of my many promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new form of pressure I’m talking about is being the President of The Monash Exchange club Sunway (MonEX). It’s only the second week into my final year and I’m physically maxed out. I have now become what I do not want to be – a workaholic. Some part of me wanted to drop this so so much, but I’m not sure whether would I regret it later on. But some part of me is telling me that I would regret it if I did not let go of this. SO WHAT THE HELL SHOULD I DO????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-2252508045723871160?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2252508045723871160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=2252508045723871160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2252508045723871160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2252508045723871160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/pressure-mounting.html' title='Pressure mounting!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-7653778428989910055</id><published>2008-11-08T08:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:54:28.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From This Moment On</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;From This Moment On by Shania Twain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I do swear that I'll always be there.&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything and everything and I will always care.&lt;br /&gt;Through weakness and strength, happiness and sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;for better for worse, I will love you with&lt;br /&gt;every beat of my heart.)&lt;br /&gt;From this moment life has begun&lt;br /&gt;From this moment you are the one&lt;br /&gt;Right beside you is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this moment I have been blessed&lt;br /&gt;I live only for your happiness&lt;br /&gt;And for your love I'd give my last breath&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my hand to you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to live my life with you, I can't wait to start&lt;br /&gt;You and I will never be apart&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this moment as long as I live&lt;br /&gt;I will love you, I promise you this&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I wouldn't give&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason I believe in love&lt;br /&gt;And you're the answer to my prayers from up above&lt;br /&gt;All we need is just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this moment as long as I live&lt;br /&gt;I will love you, I promise you this&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I wouldn't give&lt;br /&gt;From this moment&lt;br /&gt;I will love you as long as I live&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-7653778428989910055?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7653778428989910055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=7653778428989910055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7653778428989910055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7653778428989910055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-this-moment-on.html' title='From This Moment On'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-2747504620928310829</id><published>2008-11-07T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:22:43.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter pickup lines</title><content type='html'>I came across this on facebook and subsequently joined the group as well. It was just so hilarious that I had to post it up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not be in Professor Flitwick's class, but you still are charming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have an invisibility cloak but do you think tonight I can visit your restricted section? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get my basilisk into your chamber of secrets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you burns like a dying phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Hagrid's not the only giant on campus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could take on a mountain troll in the bathroom like Hermione did? Would you be ready in five minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make some magic together? My wand is at the ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a quaffle and I was a chaser during a quidditch match, I'd score with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have had some Felix Felicis because I think I'm about to get lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I feel like I'm in Azkaban and dementors are sucking away my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the Sorting Hat placed me in Gryffindor. I think it's because like Godric Gryffindor himself, I too have an impressive sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to the Hog's Head, if you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being without you is like being under the Cruciatus Curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to have a Tri-Wizards Tournament? Well not really "Tri-Wizard," I was thinking more one wizard and two witches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been whomping my willow thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was to look into the Mirror of Erised, I would see the two of us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the Petrificus Totalus spell? Because you make me stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an Animagus but sometimes I can be real animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout you and me go look for the Room of Requirement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know Platform 9 and 3/4? Well I know something else with the same exact measurements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple nights with me and Moaning Myrtle will have to get a new nickname. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say we disapparate out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna practice making what looks like a mandrake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More submissions:&lt;br /&gt;- You look like you'd be a good Quidditch player. Want to ride my broomstick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You know, when I said, "Accio hottie," I didn't expect it to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I know my name's not Luna, but I sure know how to Lovegood if you know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If I try hard enough, I can get a really big patronus. All I have to do is think of happy things.&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;- If I were going to produce a patronus, you'd be my happy thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Will you be my horcrux tonight, so l can give a piece of my soul to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I know you want me to manage your mischief! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You must not be a muggle, because you cast a spell on me.&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;- You must be magical because I've fallen under your spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Want to head to the Shrieking Shack? We could do some shrieking of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You don't need defense against my dark arts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you using the Confundus charm or are you just naturally mind blowing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The thought of you makes something vast and silver erupt from my wand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I must need Occlumency, because I can't get you out of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I might as well be under the Imperius curse, because I'd do anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- (for the females) Is that a wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If I were a Seeker and you were a Snitch, would you let me catch you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't have any muggle money, but I do have a sickle and two knuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you a bogart? 'Cause I have a fear of hot girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- After a romantic night with me, you are going to need a timeturner because you are going to want to experience it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you speaking parseltongue? 'Cause you're talking to my snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your smile's like expelliarmus: simple but disarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say I'm like the horn of a crumple-horned snorkack. Explosive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What's the password to your portrait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My heart's splinched without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, I've got a pretty good batch of polyjuice going, wanna taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm goblin. Let me stroke your vault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You're like a bottle of Skele-Gro: growing me a bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why dont i make like Salazar and Slyther inside of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your name must be Severus Severus 'cause you make my prince full blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did you survive Avada Kedavra? 'Cause you're drop dead gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What flavor are your Bertie Bott's? (???????????????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can be your house elf. I'll do whatever you want and I don't need any clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I need a pensieve because my head is filled with thoughts about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How do I get into your Department of Mysteries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why don't you come tame my dragon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Just like the Slytherin common room, how 'bout my snake in your dungeons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know a thing about Merlin's pants, but I'd love to get into yours! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wanna play with my Sorcerer's Stones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You don't have to worry about me, I've been tested for Hogwarts, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you were a basilisk, I wouldnt mind dying just to look into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you a dementor? Because you send chills up my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm just like Oliver Wood, baby... I'm a keeper!&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;- You might be a *insert quidditch position here* but I think you're a keeper. (Take your pick.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Engorgio! Oh wait I don't need magic to enlarge this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Firenze and I have a lot in common, we both have parts like a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My name isn't Neville, but i do have a longbottom. (I just thought this one was ridiculous which made it funny.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did you say "Wingardium Leviosa"? Cause you've got me rising, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So your the Head Girl of your house, huh? hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cho Chang? More like Cha-Ching! Cause I just hit the jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, no everything’s cool. I got the Fiendfyre treatment, no more crabbes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Could I borrow your wand? I need to practice my 'swish and flick.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you a dementor? Because you just took my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah girls call me "Aguamenti." Everytime they hear my name, they get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It's a portkey.... once you touch it, it will take you somewhere you ain't never been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I solemnly swear I am up to no good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Want to learn to speak troll? I can get you grunting in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Would you like a butterbeer? It's a portkey. Next thing you know we'll be back at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't need the mirror of Erised to know that you're everything I desire. (similar to a previous line, but better I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm like the spine on a care of magical creatures book; if you stroke me right i'll open wide for you. (Pretty much a witch's line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You know...I have been mistaken for a centaur before. (similar to a previous line, and a bit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did you just cast a spell on me baby? 'cuz I'm feeling an engorgio charm coming on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I know you're taken, but if I had a time-turner, you'd be mine. (How 'bout that one, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Is your name "Avada Kedvra"? 'Cause you've got a killer bod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The sorting hat says you should be in my house...wait ...whats that...it also says you should be in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did you use Relashio? 'Cause there's sparks between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did you slip some firewhiskey into my drink, or are you just getting hotter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did you cast Impervio on me? Cause when I'm near you I can't control my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not even Veritaserum could make me express how much I’m truly attracted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you were a Dementor I would turn criminal just to get your kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you want my Elder Wand, because you're looking Deathly Hollow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You don't have to say "Luminos Maxima" to turn me on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-2747504620928310829?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2747504620928310829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=2747504620928310829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2747504620928310829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2747504620928310829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/harry-potter-pickup-lines.html' title='Harry Potter pickup lines'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-8752116016772320022</id><published>2008-10-31T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:10:03.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people keep tagging me??</title><content type='html'>Tagged yet again and again. Why is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse (don't worry lahh....i don't even know how they can force someone to do it or pass it on so if you don't feel like it, don't bother.) .These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by: the BLUE chocolate queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be? take revenge?&lt;br /&gt;If that really happens, I would be really really sad because I have failed to do my job then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Just like what Jia Yeng said. For all my dreams to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your dream?&lt;br /&gt;Do I really have to tell? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Put it in a bank and earn shit loads on the bloody damn low interest rate in Malaysia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you u fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Doubt so. Most probably it will end up with us being platonic friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;I've answered this before. It is a blessed if you are loved by the preson you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;As long as it takes. But if it goes on too long, I'll spanar. Spanar is my idea from the get-go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;2 options. Wait or spanar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you think the world would be better off if everyone has the same religion/ethnicity/ etc?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Definitely no. If everyone has the same religion/ethicity, there wouldn't be religion jokes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You see a 50 year old man entwine arms with a girl about the age of 20+ and find out they are gf/bf. What are your first thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK!! But whatever makes tem happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in ten years time.?&lt;br /&gt;In a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's your fear?&lt;br /&gt;Spiders and not in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Look at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Yes if given the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say anything. People nowadays are very taboo about people liking 2 people at the same time. Narrow minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;Forgive a little maybe but never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Pros and cons on both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If your girlfriend/boyfriend told u that she/he is actually a prince/princess, what will u do.?&lt;br /&gt;I'll say "Whatever. Just as long as you love me for who I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. June &lt;br /&gt;2. Poh Kim&lt;br /&gt;3. Wy Quin&lt;br /&gt;4. Pearl&lt;br /&gt;5. RuZhen&lt;br /&gt;6. Lynette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-8752116016772320022?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8752116016772320022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=8752116016772320022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8752116016772320022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8752116016772320022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-do-people-keep-tagging-me.html' title='Why do people keep tagging me??'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-7480962814136959379</id><published>2008-10-31T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:56:51.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mythbuster...</title><content type='html'>I just remember that I received a funny email very long time ago which is related to exams. In the email, it states that it is not the fault of student if they fail their exams because they do not have enough time to study. And here is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the fault of student if&lt;br /&gt;he/she fails because the year ONLY&lt;br /&gt;has 365 days...&lt;br /&gt;typical academic year for a student: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sundays - 52 Sundays in a year, you know Sundays are for rest.&lt;br /&gt;   Days left 313.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Summer holidays - 50 where weather is very hot and difficult to study. &lt;br /&gt;   Days left 263.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 8 hours daily sleep - 130 days GONE.&lt;br /&gt;   Days left 141.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 1 hour for daily playing- (good for health) means 15 days. &lt;br /&gt;   Days left 126.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 2 hours daily for food &amp; other delicacies (chewing properly &amp;  swallowing) - means 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;   Days left 96. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 1 hour for talking (man is a social animal) - means 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;   Days left 81.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Exam days - per year at least 35 days.&lt;br /&gt;   Days left 46.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Quarterly, half yearly and festival (holidays) - 40 days.&lt;br /&gt;   Days left 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. For sickness - at least 3 days. &lt;br /&gt;   Days left 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Movies and functions- at least 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;    1 day left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. That 1 day is your birthday. &lt;br /&gt;    How can you study on that day ?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balance = 0&lt;br /&gt;' How can a student pass ?????'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm here to tell you that it is not true. There are time for students to study. So let's start with 0 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer to No. 2 - summer holidays. Malaysia experience summer throughout the whole year. Therefore summer holiday is not an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;0 + 50 = 50 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now refer to No. 3 - 8 hours of sleep. Sleep when you're dead. Then again, we still need some sleep. I feel 6 hours would be sufficient, and that would give you an extra 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;50 + 30 = 80 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next refer to No. 6 - Talking. I feel 1 hour is not enough, but 2 hours should be sufficient. So we take off another 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;80 - 15 = 65 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at No. 7 Exams. In university life, you do not have 35 days of exams. The maximum it can go up to for a year is 10 days. So that means we get an extra 25 days.&lt;br /&gt;65 + 25 = 90 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you wold have to make allowances for procrastination. Which takes up about half the time you have to study. So half of 90 days would be 45 days.&lt;br /&gt;90 - 45 = 45 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, as you can see, students do have time to study. 45 days in fact, that's 1 and a half month. I know it's kind of lame for me to do this but I'm just using this to put off studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-7480962814136959379?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7480962814136959379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=7480962814136959379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7480962814136959379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7480962814136959379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/mythbuster.html' title='Mythbuster...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-6444000318787200697</id><published>2008-10-08T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:26:30.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepest Fears...</title><content type='html'>Our deepest fear are not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frighten us. Your playing small does note serve the world. There is nothing enligthening about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us, it's everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconciously give other people the permission to do the same, as we are liberated from our own fear. Our presence automatically liberate others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally realised my deepest fear. No, it's not my fear for spiders. And yes, I am afraid of spiders. I know it is way smaller than me, and I can easily crush it. But I'm just darn afraid of spiders. It was a bad experience. I was waking up one fine morning, while I was opening my eyes, I saw this big ass spider in front of my eyes. It was a big as my palm and I'm not exaggerating. A few days later, I saw a smaller one inside my drinking cup. Apparently it drown in it. And I was about to drink from it. So all in all, not a good experience with spiders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my deepest fear. My deepest fear is that I would be forgotten, and that people around me would not fall apart when I'm not around. I fear that people around me would not need me. I do not fear responsibility, I do not fear commitment. In fact, I enjoy myself much more with those two sitting on my shoulders. Any typical Malaysian would avoid those two, but not me. I mean I just couldn't stop myself from getting involved. Take this year for example, I was involved in organising MaSS Race, MaSS Paintball, spring Elegance Ball, Fiesta Malaysia, volunteer jobs for GRADUAN, Monash Abroad and Monash Sports. Not to mention my assignments for my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I'm amazed that I get through unharmed. Well, that's not the truth. It was just a minor setback for the year 2008. I'm sruprise that I am able to finish all my assignments on time, and no sleepless nights along the way. I was really surprise that I could afford to sleep given the urgency I faced with all the assignments. After all of these, I finally realise my problem, my deepest fear. I cannot live with the fact that people around me do not need me. I find myself offering help eventhough my help is not needed. I feel out of place if I am somehow not involved. At any events, I can't just sit down and do nothing. Again, I have to be somehow involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing one's deepest fear is one thing, overcoming it is another. Of course, this is something that I have to change. I know, some might argue that if you change, you won't be your true self. I agree, I have said that countless times before as well. But this is one thing that I can't, and wouldn't want to keep as a part of me, part of my personality. I really need help with this. Anyone has any idea or any suggestions? Or does anyone have experience in these kind of situation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-6444000318787200697?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6444000318787200697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=6444000318787200697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6444000318787200697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6444000318787200697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/deepest-fears.html' title='Deepest Fears...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-7928849855288159431</id><published>2008-09-24T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:59:32.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die a happy man...</title><content type='html'>You ever heard of that expression before? "Die a happy men"? Well, I just found someone who pushed that saying to the limit. Last night when I was having dessert with a friend of mine, she told me that in India a couple was making love on the train tracks and they both died. The male died on the scene and the female died in the hospital. I'm not trying to disrespect the dead or anything, but how dumb can you be to have sex on train tracks? And how loud can you be not to hear the train coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the reason why I'm posting about this is because this guy really push the saying to the limit. Died while having sex. I'm sure a lot of guys would like to go out that way. Not really sure about the percentage, but I know I'm not one of them. I would prefer a silent death, one when I'm sleeping, old without sickness. Back to topic. How lucky, or unlucky can that guy be. He's getting what he wants, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die a happy man. Oh yeah. He was happy alright. Just imagine, if both of them were at the peak of an orgasm, and the next thing you know they die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-7928849855288159431?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7928849855288159431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=7928849855288159431&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7928849855288159431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7928849855288159431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/09/die-happy-man.html' title='Die a happy man...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-7915481015035162094</id><published>2008-09-16T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:13:14.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder Mystery Night!!!</title><content type='html'>Aww! That was so close to a Triple M. But anyways, I know I'm supposed to be working on ym assignments, but I just had to blog about this. Everyone needs a break now and then. So, I just got back from my Farrer 3rd Commons's Murder Mystery Night. For those who are unsure what is this, trying picturing Cluedo. It's something similar. Just that with this, we actually act it out. It's kinda hard to explain it. It'll be more easier to do it in person. I'll try to get it so that you guys can enjoy it the way I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I play this character who's name is Prosper Alvin Bates, Esquire. He is Sir Roger's lawyer, personal advisor and golfing companion. I am a talented golfer and my legal practice consists principally of handling Sir Roger's business affairs. I am director on the board of Watersdown Beverages Ltd. and a frequent guest at Watersdown Mansion. In case you're confuse, Sir Roger will be the person who is murdered and Watersdown Beverages would the Sir Roger's company. There were 7 other characters there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the start, each and everyone of us are a suspect to the murder. Each round, each character will receive clues. There are some clues that are to be revealed to other characters, and there are some clues that you are suppose to conceal from other. But when asked about it, you cannot lie. You can avoid the question or try as much as possible to give out something but not the whole thing. It's not as easy as it sounds. Trust me. There are 4 rounds in total. After 4 rounds, each and everyone of us needs to guess who is the killer, and voila the killer will eventually be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does my character fits into this murder mystery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosper: This bad guy didn't want Sir Roger dead. He wanted him to live until Roger S. B. Astird could be proved a phony. The forged holographic will was just a contingency plan, in case one of the many people who had it in for Sir Roger got to him in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, eventually he would have had to kill Sir Roger as Prosper had been embezzling from Watersdown Beverages and it was only a matter of time before he got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it that I can say I guess. I am trying to get the source of all these mysteries though. Planning to get some so that I an share the fun around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-7915481015035162094?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7915481015035162094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=7915481015035162094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7915481015035162094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7915481015035162094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/09/murder-mystery-night.html' title='Murder Mystery Night!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-3789338311622107181</id><published>2008-09-08T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:59:06.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business end...</title><content type='html'>This is the period of this semester where I will be swamp with work up til my neck, maybe even higher. Why? I'll let you see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Auditing and Assurance assignment due 18 September 2008&lt;br /&gt;2. Treasury Management Assignment due 22 September 2008&lt;br /&gt;3. International Banking and Finance Assignment due 25 September 2008&lt;br /&gt;4. Australian University Games Volunteer job training 14 September 2008&lt;br /&gt;5. Dry and full rehearsal for my stand up comedy act for the Spring Elegance Ball&lt;br /&gt;6. Get funny jokes for the act mentioned above&lt;br /&gt;7. Think of games for the ball mentioned above&lt;br /&gt;8. Decorate the venue for the ball mentioned above&lt;br /&gt;9. Get sponsorship for the ball mentioned above&lt;br /&gt;10. Find and purchase door gifts and games prizes for the ball mentioned above&lt;br /&gt;11. Prepare for the first meeting of the new club&lt;br /&gt;12. Australian University Games throughout the whole week of my midsemester break&lt;br /&gt;13. Plan my year end holiday&lt;br /&gt;14. Keep myself healthy so that I can accomplish all of the above&lt;br /&gt;15. Maintain/get a social life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just for this month. I do not want to think about next month. And my exams timetable is already out. But I will not post it out now. Will do it a little bit later on. SAVE ME!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-3789338311622107181?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3789338311622107181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=3789338311622107181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3789338311622107181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3789338311622107181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/09/business-end.html' title='Business end...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-5039880121291192669</id><published>2008-09-08T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:51:10.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>A quality or condition of being friends. That is what a friendship means. Friends come from different places, you make friends differently and it comes in different form. You can have friends whom you study with, friends whom you go out with, and some whom you just barely skim their surface. It does not matter where they come from or who they are, friends are vital. I always say you will make more friends in a week by getting yourself interested in other than you can in a year at trying to get people interested in you. That is one of the many philosophy I hold in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, friends are very important. Whatever you do, you need friends. Although there are times that they will slow you down, you still need friends. Those are the people that will help you out of troubles, those are the people who will be there for you. No matter how independent you are, you still need friends around you. That is why I surround myself with friends wherever I go. It doesn't matter if I'm only there for a day or a few hours. I would still make friends, or not at least try to. Maybe that's my weakness. Making friends everywhere, now I have friends that I don't even kno I have. That is just so embarrassing when someone walks up to me and greet me, and I greet them back with a 'Who are you?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes people take this friendship thing too far though. I understand the need to help out a friend whenever possible, but there are times for that. You have to know when is the right time to do it and when is the time ti let things be. They have to know what their friends are capable of and what is their limit. If they are not good enough, why give them something that they can't do, can't achieve? Isn't that just going to make a fool out of both of them? Not only will people criticise the person who can't get the job done, they will also criticise the person who gave the first person the job in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been subjected to this kind of unfairness twice so far. Actually, it's more than twice. Just that those other times are not that significant as those two times. People keep telling me to forget about it. They keep reminding me that it is their loss for not choosing me. But is it really? Who's loss is it actually? To me, I feel is my loss. Who knows if I could have went on to something bigger should I been given the job earlier on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-5039880121291192669?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5039880121291192669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=5039880121291192669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5039880121291192669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5039880121291192669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/09/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-7224406457901567731</id><published>2008-08-31T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:41:16.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiesta Malaysia!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SL00R21mrnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rL3WKfrrMqo/s1600-h/IMG_2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SL00R21mrnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rL3WKfrrMqo/s320/IMG_2060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241403022711893618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiesta Malaysia, an international event with the sole purpose of promoting Malaysia's cultures and Malaysia as a tourist spot. My role in it? I'm part of the organizing team. The team comprises of students who are committee members of their respective university's Malaysian student society. University taking part would be Melbourne University, La Trobe University, and Monash University Caulfield. Then we also have represebtative from Malaysian Students' Council of Australia(MASCA), PETROVIC and Kelab UMNO Australia Melbourne(KUAM). My title on the organizing committee? Accounting officer. The name says it all. I'm in charge of the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SL0y2_cY2_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/-dXbIeRlyR4/s1600-h/IMG_2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SL0y2_cY2_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/-dXbIeRlyR4/s320/IMG_2067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241401461653953522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event started off at 12nn, and it ended at 5pm. Throughout the event, we experienced rains on and off. Nonetheless, people still flocked in to watch the performances and what we have to offer. All in all, it was better than what I expected. It was a good turn out. And this is my first time organizing an international event. I have to say with the experience I had, it just did not prepare me for what I went through while organizing Fiesta Malaysia. It's so tough organizing such a big event. But I got some great experience and some great friends out of it. so not too bad I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most interesting thing is that, I actually took pictures with the Malaysian flag. Can you believe that? I have never want to be seen near a Malaysian flag back in Malaysia. And now I'm taking picture with it, wrapping it around my body, feeling proud. It takes a person leaving his own country to feel patriotic about his nationality. And I got to sing Negaraku on foreign soil. Not too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-7224406457901567731?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7224406457901567731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=7224406457901567731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7224406457901567731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7224406457901567731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/fiesta-malaysia.html' title='Fiesta Malaysia!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SL00R21mrnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rL3WKfrrMqo/s72-c/IMG_2060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-6506277289535953699</id><published>2008-08-28T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:11:58.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Shit!!!</title><content type='html'>I walked into the kitchen and saw a note written on the blackboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my phone on the shitters (toilet). If sum1 (someone) has it, can I have it back?                                                                        - Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it just so happens that he was having his dinner in the kitchen. I looked at the blackboard, looks back at him. Looked at the blackboard again, looked back at him. He saw this and the conversation begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Fuck you Ben!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: You really left your phone in the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Why would anyone leave their phone in the toilet man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Screw you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thom: What happened actually? Did it fell into the toilet bowl or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: I was texting while I was shitting right. Then I think I left it on the tissue holder. And when I was done, I just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thom: You just left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thom: Would you have reached in if it had dropped into the toilet bowl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Yeah. And I'll probably rub my hand against your face first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: I still don't understand how a person can just leaves his phone in the toilet man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Ah shut up Ben!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Anyways, I'm gonne have my dinner now. You guys enjoy. And try not to lose anymore things this time you hear, Nick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Piss of you bloody wanker!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I came back to my room for dinner. But still, it was some funny shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-6506277289535953699?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6506277289535953699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=6506277289535953699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6506277289535953699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6506277289535953699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny-shit.html' title='Funny Shit!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-5736810915564856252</id><published>2008-08-23T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:51:19.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and time again...</title><content type='html'>This is my first ever poem. Alright, that's a lie. It's my second. The first is actually a poem I wrote for a Valentine's Day card that my club sold a few years back. So the quality of this poem is not all that good. But I'm trying to pick up the habit though. It helps with creativity. So don't bash me for a sucky poem. Just take it as it is. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time and time again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again&lt;br /&gt;my heart has search&lt;br /&gt;for a sense of belonging&lt;br /&gt;in places that it couldn't earn&lt;br /&gt;what it so selfishly yearn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again&lt;br /&gt;I have set out to achieve greatness&lt;br /&gt;working hard to be better&lt;br /&gt;while I lose myself&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of all these change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again&lt;br /&gt;I have been forced to give up&lt;br /&gt;on dreams which I hold dear&lt;br /&gt;creating a void&lt;br /&gt;filled with disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again&lt;br /&gt;I have complaint and sulked&lt;br /&gt;accusing life for dealing me&lt;br /&gt;a card worse than worst&lt;br /&gt;while I should be moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer dwell&lt;br /&gt;on what could have been&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer reminisce&lt;br /&gt;on my colourless past&lt;br /&gt;I will however&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the present as it is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-5736810915564856252?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5736810915564856252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=5736810915564856252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5736810915564856252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5736810915564856252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-and-time-again.html' title='Time and time again...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-623859025448063005</id><published>2008-08-20T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:46:40.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Causal Link Found!!!</title><content type='html'>It's been a couple of weeks now that I have experienced sleepless nights. Of coruse I have felt the side effect of all this. Terrible thing to happen at such time, but a new experience nonetheless. Night after night I lay there staring at the ceiling for hours. When I eventually managed to fall asleep, I woke up all of a sudden in the middle in the night. These 'phenomenon' could not be explained, until recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally found the causal link to all this things - there's just too much stuff in my head. Day after day, I worry about countless stuff, thinking about countless things as well. With my brain working 24 hours a day and 7 days a week, there just isn't enough time for it to rest. And this has affected my sleep. Now that I know what is the cause, a solution is eminent. By dropping some of the stuff that I have been worrying about, I have been able to feel the relieve that I needed and in my opinion deserved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also stopped pursuing some things that are considered unattainable or not worth attaining. Borderline cases? Dropped as well. Hopefully this will allow me to sleep soundly at for weeks to come. Everyone knows I need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-623859025448063005?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/623859025448063005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=623859025448063005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/623859025448063005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/623859025448063005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/causal-link-found.html' title='Causal Link Found!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-2154517027127255892</id><published>2008-08-17T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:18:14.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Intelligence Quotient...</title><content type='html'>Was so bored today. And also given the fact that I procrastinated on my work. I just went blog surfing. Then I saw that my friend did this test. So I just thought what the heck. Here is my result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your EQ is 167&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyoureqquiz/eq-7.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, your whole "Don't Worry, Be Happy" philosophy is really what defines emotional intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're warm, open, and very optimistic. You know how to act appropriately, even if you don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a good communicator, and you have little difficulty with personal relationships - even when you're dealing with difficult people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you are successful, capable, together person. You get what you want out of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-2154517027127255892?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2154517027127255892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=2154517027127255892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2154517027127255892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2154517027127255892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/emotional-intelligence-quotient.html' title='Emotional Intelligence Quotient...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-6456321598725632371</id><published>2008-08-06T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:28:36.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscars!!!</title><content type='html'>I was bored today and I didn't have much to do. So I thought of reading through my own blog instead of browsing other people's blog. Then I realized thta I have posted some rubbish, and then there are some that are just alright. So far, I have not found anything that is real good though. Then another thought came to me. Why not let the readers decide. So this is that I'm going to do. I'm going to list out some of the good written stuff I have and you guys decide which is the bets. If what you had in mind is not in there, just say it out anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good enough written posts:&lt;br /&gt;1. Malaysia trully westernized? (March 2007)&lt;br /&gt;2. Heart vs. Mind - The Battle Rages On!!! (May 2007)&lt;br /&gt;3. The Perfect Proposal (August 2007)&lt;br /&gt;4. Fallen Friends (September 2007)&lt;br /&gt;5. Second Chances (October 2007)&lt;br /&gt;6. Unjust (November 2007)&lt;br /&gt;7. Trust (December 2007)&lt;br /&gt;8. Amazingly Disgusted (March 2008)&lt;br /&gt;9. Different is the way to go (May 2008)&lt;br /&gt;10. Malaysian are POLITE? (July 2008)&lt;br /&gt;11. Manners - an art!!! (July 2008)&lt;br /&gt;12. Marriage (July 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny posts:&lt;br /&gt;1. Laugh your heart out (May 2007)&lt;br /&gt;2. Who's more important to the pope (July 2007)&lt;br /&gt;3. What are Malaysian roads for (August 2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-6456321598725632371?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6456321598725632371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=6456321598725632371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6456321598725632371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6456321598725632371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/oscars.html' title='Oscars!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-266882141702295334</id><published>2008-08-03T15:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:56:18.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are Malaysian Roads for?</title><content type='html'>A guide for expatriate drivers in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since arriving in Malaysia in 1997, I have tried on many occasions to buy a copy of the Malaysian road rules, but have come to the conclusion that no such publication exists (or if it does, it has been out of print for years). Therefore after carefully observing the driving habits of Malaysian drivers, I believe I have at last worked out the rules of the road in Malaysia. For the benefit of other expatriates living in Malaysia, and the 50% of local drivers who acquired their driving licences without taking a driving test, I am pleased to share my knowledge below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the most important rule of the road in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;A: The most important rule is that you must arrive at your destination ahead of the car in front of you. This is the sacrosanct rule of driving in Malaysia. All other rules are subservient to this rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What side of the road should you drive on in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;A: 99.7% of cars drive on the left hand side, 0.2% on the right hand side, and 0.1% drive in reverse (be on the look out for drivers reversing at high speed in the left hand lane of freeways, having just missed their exit). Therefore on the basis of 'majority rules', it is recommended that you drive on the left. However, be aware that only 90% of motorcyclists travel on the left hand side - the other 10% ride in the opposite direction or on the sidewalk. Fortunately, motorcyclists traveling in reverse are rarely seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are the white lines on the roads?&lt;br /&gt;A: These are known as lane markers and were used by the British in the colonial days to help them drive straight. Today their purpose is mainly decorative, although a double white line is used to indicate a place that is popular to overtake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When can I use the emergency lane?&lt;br /&gt;A: You can use the emergency lane for any emergency, e.g. you are late for work, you left the toaster plugged in at home, you are bursting to go to the toilet, you have a toothache or you have just dropped your Starbucks coffee in your lap. As it is an emergency, you may drive at twice the speed of the other cars on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do traffic lights have the same meaning as in other countries?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not quite. Green is the same – that means "Go", but amber and red are different. Amber means "Go like hell" and red means "Stop if there is traffic coming in the other direction or if there is a policeman on the corner". Otherwise red means the same as green. Note that for buses, red lights do not take effect until five seconds after the light has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does the sign "Jalan Sehala" mean?&lt;br /&gt;A: This means "One Way Street" and indicates a street where the traffic is required to travel in one direction. The arrow on the sign indicates the preferred direction of the traffic flow, but is not compulsory. If the traffic is not flowing in the direction in which you wish to travel, then reversing in that direction is the best&lt;br /&gt;option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does the sign "Berhenti" mean?&lt;br /&gt;A: This means "Stop", and is used to indicate a junction where there is a possibility that you may have to stop if you cannot fool the cars on the road that you are entering into thinking that you are not going to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does the sign "Beri Laluan" mean?&lt;br /&gt;A: This means "Give Way", and is used to indicate a junction where the cars on the road that you are entering will give way to you provided you avoid all eye contact with them and you can fool them into thinking that you have not seen them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does the sign "Dilarang Masuk" mean?&lt;br /&gt;A: This means "No Entry". However, when used on exit ramps in multi-storey car parks, it has an alternative meaning which is: "Short cut to the next level up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does the sign "Pandu Cermat" mean?&lt;br /&gt;A: This means "Drive Smartly", and is placed along highways to remind drivers that they should never leave more than one car length between them and the car in front, irrespective of what speed they are driving. This is to ensure that other cars cannot cut in front of you and thus prevent you from achieving the primary objective of driving in Malaysia, and that is to arrive ahead of the car in front of you. If you can see the rear number plate of the car in front of you, then you are not driving close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the speed limit in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;A: The concept of a speed limit is unknown in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So what are the round signs on the highways with the numbers, 60, 80 and 110?&lt;br /&gt;A: This is the amount of the 'on-the-spot' fine (in ringgits - the local currency) that you have to pay to the police if you are stopped on that stretch of the highway. Note that for expatriates or locals driving Mercedes or BMWs, the on-the-spot fine is double the amount shown on the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where do you pay the 'on-the-spot' fine?&lt;br /&gt;A: As the name suggests, you pay it 'on-the-spot' to the policeman who has stopped you. You will be asked to place your driving licence on the policeman's notebook that he will hand to you through the window of your car. You will note that there is a spot on the cover of the notebook. Neatly fold the amount of your fine into four, place the fine on the spot, and then cover it with your driving licence so that it cannot be seen. Pass it carefully to the policeman. Then, with a David Copperfield movement of his hands, he will make your money disappear. It is not necessary to applaud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: But isn't this a bribe?&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh pleeease, go and wash your mouth out. What do you want? A traffic ticket? Yes, you can request one of those instead, but it will cost you twice the price, forms to fill out, cheques to write, envelopes to mail, and then three months later when you are advised that your fine was never received, more forms to fill out, a trip to the police station, a trip to the bank, a trip back to the police station, and maybe then you will wish you had paid 'on-the-spot'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: But what if I haven't broken any road rules?&lt;br /&gt;A: It is not common practice in Malaysia to stop motorists for breaking road rules (because nobody is really sure what they are). The most common reasons for being stopped are: (a) the policeman is hungry and would like you to buy him lunch; (b) the policeman has run out of petrol and needs some money to get back to the station; (c) you look like a generous person who would like to make a donation to the police welfare fund; or (d) you are driving an expensive car which means you can afford to make a donation to the police welfare fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does my car require a roadworthy certificate before I can drive it in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, roadworthy certificates are not required in Malaysia. However there are certain other statutory requirements that must be fulfilled before your car can be driven in Malaysia. Firstly, you must ensure that your windscreen is at least 50% obscured with English football club decals, golf club membership stickers or condo parking permits. Secondly, you must place a tissue box (preferably in a white lace cover) on the back shelf of your car under the rear window. Thirdly, you must hang as many CDs or plastic ornaments from your rear vision mirror as it will support. Finally, you must place a Garfield doll with suction caps on one of your windows. Your car will then be ready to drive on Malaysian roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does a single yellow line along the edge of a road mean?&lt;br /&gt;A: This means parking is permitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does a double yellow line along the edge of a road mean?&lt;br /&gt;A: This means double parking is permitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does a yellow box with a diagonal grid of yellow lines painted on the road at a junction mean?&lt;br /&gt;A: Contrary to the understanding of some local drivers, this does not mean that diagonal parking is permitted. It indicates a junction that is grid-locked at peak hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can I use my mobile phone whilst driving in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;A: No problem at all, but it should be noted that if you wish to use the rear-vision mirror to put on your lipstick (women only please) or trim your eyebrows at the same time as you are using a mobile phone in the other hand, you should ensure that you keep an elbow free to steer the car. Alternatively, you may place a toddler on your lap and have the child steer the car whilst you are carrying out these other&lt;br /&gt;essential driving tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is it necessary to use indicator lights in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;A: These blinking orange lights are commonly used by newly arrived expatriate drivers to indicate they are about to change lanes. This provides a useful signal to local drivers to close up any gaps to prevent the expatriate driver from changing lanes. Therefore it is recommended that expatriate drivers adopt the local practice of avoiding all use of indicator lights. However, it is sometimes useful to turn on your left hand indicator if you want to merge right, because this confuses other drivers enabling you to take advantage of an unprotected gap in the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do some local drivers turn on their left hand indicator and then turn right, or turn on their right hand indicator and then turn left?&lt;br /&gt;A: This is one of the unsolved mysteries of driving in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the use of the hazard warning lights? &lt;br /&gt;A. Contrary to all international protocol, this four way flashing light is switched on when the Polis DiRaja is escorting VIPs on the road to warn lesser mortals to move out of the way and not hinder the flow of the motorcade. Taking a cue from our finest (Polis DiRaja), motorists use this at the slightest excuse when it rains to tell other motorist to get out of the way as using this hazard light annoints them with powers that part the heavy traffic, somewhat akin to Moses parting the Red Sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-266882141702295334?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/266882141702295334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=266882141702295334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/266882141702295334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/266882141702295334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-are-malaysian-roads-for.html' title='What are Malaysian Roads for?'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-7417051991413613930</id><published>2008-08-03T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T15:20:50.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, Tag, Tag!!!</title><content type='html'>Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;Never thought of that. Alright, I'm lying. I have thought about that, and I have not set an age limit. I'll get married when both parties are ready for it mentally, emotionally and financially. Unless of course she gets pregnant accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;Playing sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you have a close close close friend since childhood who loves to take away whatever you like, including guys/girls, and he/she always wins, will you still consider him/her your friend?&lt;br /&gt;Of course I will still consider that person as my friend. I'll just do the same thing to him/her by taking his/her stuff. While I'm doing that, I'll sell of his/her stuff to make a profit as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you give up in return to eat all you want in the world and not get fat?&lt;br /&gt;Anything that is non-food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is there someone in your heart right now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing this close to my heart. If you really want to know, make me an offer I can't refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that I'm doing accountancy and finance, and I know the true value of money I think the answer for anyone would be "HELL NO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you feel like doing, right now?&lt;br /&gt;Getting a social life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If there's someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Look at the top of the blog again. What does it says? Do not hesitate. So of course I'll confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;er... I don't know her that well to list out 3, but I can do 1 though. She's a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;Frist of all must be a girl naturally. Not born in the year 1987 or earlier. No other preferences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back to that when I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;It is still to become a lawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Is anyone really perfect?&lt;br /&gt;They are perfect if they are what they expect themselves to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;br /&gt;There are a few of them. I share different things with different people as I trust different people on different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;I could say a lot of things but it could and could not be true. So why waste the brainpower to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is the one thing you love about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Being adventurous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you had 24 hours to do anything, anything at all in the world, whether it be realistically possible, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and relax for the whole 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 person whom I tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cindy Cheong Wei Sun&lt;br /&gt;2. Lai Yen Ling (Do it on Generation L. Maybe this would help you to post something)&lt;br /&gt;3. June Tan&lt;br /&gt;4. Poh Kim&lt;br /&gt;5. Peggie&lt;br /&gt;6. Ginny&lt;br /&gt;7. Jia Yeng&lt;br /&gt;8. RuZhen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-7417051991413613930?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7417051991413613930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=7417051991413613930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7417051991413613930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7417051991413613930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag-tag-tag.html' title='Tag, Tag, Tag!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-4957212430487705106</id><published>2008-07-30T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:53:47.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>Marriage - a matrimony between a man and a woman. In this modern age, marriage no longer means wedding, chiming bells and all that. Right now you can just live together for 12 months, and ask some one to provide an affidavit to state that you and the other party has lived under the same roof for a period of time as husband and wife. This is of course in Australia. And then there are also De Facto relationship and domestic partnership. I'm not going to bore you with all these terms and explanation. I want to keep this interesting. After asking 56 person, myself included, 28 person said yes and 28 person said no to the following question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At this moment, can you picture yourself getting married in the future?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comes as a surprise to me, as in year 2006 there was a total of 51375 cases of divorce granted in Australia. And with adults telling us that marriage is very tiring, it just doesn't seem to scare off youngsters. Of course, this is just cmong my circle of friends. Guess they have not heard of the 3 rings of a marriage: Engagement Ring, Wedding ring, Suffer-Ring. Would they answer differently if they know about that? Who knows. Maybe they would, maybe they won't. It is not for me to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person talks about marriage, one would immediately think about the wedding dinner, living together with the person you love, having kids, the whole nine yards. But you rarely think about the commitment, effort and probably suffereing that comes with it. Or was it the other way around? I'm not really sure. Weh nI hear the word marriage, I immediately think about commitment, sacrifices, compromises and lost of most enjoyment. Does everyone share the same view? Or am I the single one out again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two person gets married, they bave both legal and society's expectation to fulfill. The legal expectation would be of course to register their marriage properly and that both of them fulfill the legal requirement. Society's expectation would be for them to cunsummate the marriage and have a child. How I know about all this? I studied about it for a brief period. And I find Family Law relatively interesting. So again, enough of this. Back to the main topic. Marriage huh? Scary stuff, but interesting at the same time. You must be wondering in your mind "How can this person thinkthat marriage is interesting? Is he even sane?". Rest assure, I am sane, as sane as the next person. So why is marriage interesting? It's becauseeveryone has a different expectation from their marriage, a different plan for it, and a totally different marriage. No married couple would have a totally same marriage as another couple, but something along the same line could be possible. And i'm interested in what kind of marriage I'm going to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, or rather illussion I should say that people have about marriageis that they would marry the person they love. I'm not saying that we can't or wouldn't marry the person we love, it could happen. No doubt about that. But what I'm trying to say is that how often do you see a person marrying another whom they inittialy love? A phrase from a friend of mine whom I love to quote which is "Love the person you choose, not choose the person you love" applies here. I find that realy true. Although you love a person, but will that person express the same degree of love back towards you? Some times you just have to recognize a lost cause and move on. Then you choose to marry another person. So how can one say that you married the person you love when you choose to give up on him or her in the first place? You get the picture I'm trying to paint? When you know you love some one, it does not necessary means you are going to marry that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amont the 28 who said yes, one of them express the fear of being lonely. That person further explained taht being independent is not part of the description that person would give oneself. Who can blame them? I mean who in the world would want to be alone? Who would want to spend the rest of their life being single when everyone around them are getting hitched? Even for me, a person who likes to do things by myself would like some companionship at some point. So what more a person who is used to having at least a friend beside them no matter what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who replied no, some expressed their fear of commitment. It is not that they don't want to get married. Actually, they like to idea of getting married, they like the idea of waking up next to a person who loves them, they love the idea of having kids of their own. But there is just this wall called commitment that scares them away. It is not their fault that commitment is such a scary thing, because it is. It even scares the shit out of adults. Having to commit yourself to one person, and later on the family on a daily basis until you die is a tough and tiring job. There are extra responsibilities that one have to take on when you get married. You can't fool around anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reasoning behind some of them who answered no was because they are still single. Some of them are not aware of the responsibilities when in a relationship, let alone a marriage. Some of them have yet to taste the experience of a relationship, hence the lack of a proper insight and subsequently lack the will to imagine oneself getting married. For those who are in a relationship, they express their wish to first accustom themself with what they are having now for the time being. They add that marriage is still a long way to go and that a lot of things could happen between now and then. On this I agree with them. It is always good to plan ahead, I agree. But you could be thinking too far ahead sometimes. I'm not saying that thinking about marriage is too far ahead. I'm not in a position to comment on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say 'Leave the best for last', and I think that is what I'm doing. Finally, I think this is what you have been waiting to hear, what's my answer and my reason for my answer? Well, I'm not going to disappoint. I will indeed give you my answer and my reasoning. After all, sharing is caring right? For me, I can see myself willingly committing myself to some one in the future. But... Yes, there is a 'but'. But, I just can't picture myself getting married. So, my overall answer is a no. It's not that I'm afraid of committment , and I can't tell you whether will I be afraid to commit myself into a marriage. But I know I'm willing to commit. And in order for me to commit myself, there must also be someone who is willing to commit themself to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know quite a number of you are waiting on this post. I hope I have not disappointed you and that it was up to expectation. And in the course of writing this post, I have in any way stepped on anyone's tail, I don't mean to do it purposely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-4957212430487705106?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4957212430487705106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=4957212430487705106&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/4957212430487705106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/4957212430487705106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-1717038849532973409</id><published>2008-07-27T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:04:47.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manners - an art!!!</title><content type='html'>After my visit to New Zealand last month, staying with my relatives for 5 days, it has reminded me of something that I wanted to write about but keep forgetting. What is it? It's manners. Manners, I feel is a dying art among youngsters nowadays. I'm not saying it's all youngsters, but most of them. In my opinion at least. I'm not going  to point my finger at anyone and list out their faults. That would be an act of defamation. What I'm going to do instead is list out a few things people should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, it is appropriate for one to help out a friend or anyone for that matter. It's not only your own friends. Sometimes when you see a stranger anywhere that needs a helping hand, lend one. Don't just stand there pretending nothing is happening, or just walk pass ignoring it. Who knows that someday later you might be in that person's shoe asking for help? What then? So next time, lend a helping hand. Not only that, when you see a friend holding stuff, irregardless if its heavy or is there a lot of stuff, just lend a hand and lighten his or her load. Who knows what you will get in return later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next would be one's manners on the dining table. The fundamental table manners would be to eat with your mouth close, do not play with your food, do not talk with your mouth full and the list goes on. But there are also some manners that I learned from some culture, chinese culture to be exact. When eating with family nad elderly, one should wait until the elderly starts eating onyl should you start eating. And when you finish, you should wait til everyone has finished with their meal before you can leave the table. And with the increase in the usage of handphones, the usage of it at a dining table should be prohibited. Family is not so boring to the point that you have to seek other entertainment. One should cherish your time with your family, even if it is just a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another would be the way you talk to elderly. Actually, not just elderly, it's those people who are significantly older than you. Do not raise your voice when talking to them. When they are talking to you, drop what you are doing and pay full attention to them. And when they ask you to do something, do it there and then. Teenagers nowadays get frustrated whenever adults ask them to do something for them. But they are never shy at lending a hand whenever a fiend asked them for a favour. Why can't they have the same attitude towards the request of their parents or some adults. Why can't they be kind to the hand that feeds them? What can their friend offer that their parents can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to tell the truth, it's not all the teenagers' fault, not entirely. It takes two hand to clap. The other hand would be the parents. They do play a part in this. They are the ones who should be teaching their children the basic manners at home and not expect themto learn it from school. They should already have thebasic manners before they head off to school. Furthermore, parents should not be afraid to bring the hammer down whenever thier kids are out of line. A few administration of punishment here and there wouldn't hurt at all. Only with that will the kids learn. Should the parents fail to do this, the kids will have a sense of "ownership" over the parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-1717038849532973409?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1717038849532973409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=1717038849532973409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1717038849532973409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1717038849532973409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/manners-art.html' title='Manners - an art!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-2333118349595320456</id><published>2008-07-24T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:14:19.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights</title><content type='html'>Sleepless nights by Cindy Cheong Wei Sun&lt;br /&gt;Muse: Corvus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many years has it been&lt;br /&gt;Since you last touched my hand?&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been&lt;br /&gt;Since my eyes have met your smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s too late now,&lt;br /&gt;I know that the best,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I can’t keep myself from thinking,&lt;br /&gt;Of things already lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the fool then,&lt;br /&gt;And I reap what I sow,&lt;br /&gt;Of things that could have been,&lt;br /&gt;How life would’ve been now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why,&lt;br /&gt;It’s been years since then,&lt;br /&gt;Yet on late random nights,&lt;br /&gt;I fail to stop my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, and thinking&lt;br /&gt;Late into the night,&lt;br /&gt;Life could have been different,&lt;br /&gt;If our cards had been played right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the fool then,&lt;br /&gt;I admit that as a fact,&lt;br /&gt;It’s so true, that,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a pity I did not act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it has been years,&lt;br /&gt;Since I last saw your smile,&lt;br /&gt;Like a paper stored in a file,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cease my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a realization came to me;&lt;br /&gt;It was a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;One, which I knew too well,&lt;br /&gt;It was a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I had told myself;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again to feel its touch,&lt;br /&gt;Never again to hear its grouch,&lt;br /&gt;Yet fate would have had it,&lt;br /&gt;I played right into Its hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many&lt;br /&gt;Winters have passed me by,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times&lt;br /&gt;The flowers wither and die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still harbour this feeling;&lt;br /&gt;A feeling I cannot forget,&lt;br /&gt;A feeling we fondly call,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but, Regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel it too?&lt;br /&gt;Do you reminisces as I do?&lt;br /&gt;Of those times, so many summers ago,&lt;br /&gt;When we sat together and shared drinks and laughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I remember…&lt;br /&gt;And though everything is too late now,&lt;br /&gt;Even if you feel no sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you do too…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-2333118349595320456?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2333118349595320456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=2333118349595320456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2333118349595320456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2333118349595320456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-1325112199048906017</id><published>2008-07-21T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:25:22.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance!</title><content type='html'>This might be a short post, because there's nothing much to talk about. Or rather I cna't elaborate much. Actually, to tell the truth I'm not in the mood to elaborate. Even if I do, I won't make much sense. Not to anyone who reads this. If I do, I doubt you will understand. I bet everyone will be judgmental way before they will try to understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, not many people understands me. I think so far only 2 person who understands me. You guys know who you are. There's no need for me to name you out. In case other people feels jealous. We don't want jealousy now do we? No, I would like to keep a good relationship with all my firneds. You want to know whether it's you? Come ask me personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I know that prior to this, I posted something titled 'Lightning does not strike twice?'. Withing that I have said that one should wait instead of takinga the first chance you get. But what I'm going to say now is that that saying does not apply to all situation. Only certain situation applies. Why the contradiction? I learned something new, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow older day by day, minute by minute, we learn new things. Sometimes the new things we learn might change our point of view that we currently have, or previously had. That's what happened to me. I got new experience, therefore a contradiction of my own principle. It's just a slight contradiction though. Not a total change of principle. Right now I say, take the first chance you get IN CERTAIN SITUATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say in certain situation because you might not know whether will you ever have a second chance in the situation. Whether or not to take the chance in that particular situation, it's all up to you. Different people have different point of views. So the best person to judge and analyse the situation is you yourself. So don't regret for not taking the chance like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-1325112199048906017?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1325112199048906017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=1325112199048906017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1325112199048906017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1325112199048906017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/chance.html' title='Chance!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-2456023621288356497</id><published>2008-07-21T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:13:10.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian are POLITE??</title><content type='html'>Quite a number of tourist claimed that Malaysians are very polite. But can they use those two words in the same sentence? In a positive way I mean. I don't think so. Not that I'm purposely pointing the finger at Malaysians, but I'm just telling the truth, I'm just telling what I'm seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe foreigners said Malaysian are polite because it just seemed the right thing to say. I mean do you expect them to say publicly that Malaysians are rude? For all I know, they could be sued for defamation for doing so. So that is why they said Malaysians are polite. That's one theory at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another theory is that they (the foreigners) only encountered with those who are polite. Without having experienced an encounter with a rude Malaysian, they do not have a chance nor possibility to point out that Malaysians are rude. We can't blame them for that. they are just not lucky enough to have a second say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then agin, you can't say that all Malaysians are rude. They are still some out there who are good samaritans. I don't know the exact amount out of the 22 odd million population in Malaysia, but what I do know is that there are only handfuls. They are the people that should be praised. They sort of single handedly raised Malaysia's image on the international stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I brought this up because I realized that out of all the countries I been to, although not that many, does not have advertisements telling their listeners to be courteous. Only Malaysian radio stations have that kind of advertisements. What picture does this send out to the community?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't be fooled. Malaysians are not all polite. Majority Malaysians are rude. Some of that majority are rude beyond all recognition. Remember, minority does not really count when one is describing something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-2456023621288356497?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2456023621288356497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=2456023621288356497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2456023621288356497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2456023621288356497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/malaysian-are-polite.html' title='Malaysian are POLITE??'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-3972214653215599359</id><published>2008-07-21T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:30:34.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people escape?</title><content type='html'>Why do people always try to escape from the truth? Why do people always try to avoid talking about the truth? Why do people always avoid talking about things that are there in front of them? It's obviously knocking on their door, why can't they open the door and invite the guest in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just the public. It also involves the government as well. They keep discussing a certain topic publicly, but not the topic the peopl wants to see discussed in parliament. They keep diverting your attention some other direction when your attention should be at another place. They know they have messed up, and they don't want you to concentrate on it. So they convert something non-substantial into something big. It's sort of an illusion. That's right. Our government is a big illussionist. Especially our very own government. They do a great Houdini act, with the tax payers' money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently encountered a person who is just like that. For privacy purposes, I will not name names, nor will I point out the gender of the person. I have tried to initiate a conversation with that person on countless occassions, I have never got a reply. Whenever I get a response from that person, it is never regarding the topic that I wanted to discuss about. Why is that so? Is it really that hard to talk about such little stuff? I don't think it's hard. It's just 2 person sitting down talking it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now the 21st century. People are now more open to stuff that they are conservative about before. more and more people are more open minded about stuff nowadays. So what's wrong with discussing things like mature people? Maturity is not a function of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ A person with an educated mind will entertain a thought, without having the need to accept it.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-3972214653215599359?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3972214653215599359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=3972214653215599359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3972214653215599359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3972214653215599359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-do-people-escape.html' title='Why do people escape?'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-2414828417922498504</id><published>2008-07-12T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:24:02.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draculas</title><content type='html'>That's right. You read correctly. It's draculas. No, I have not encounter one, nor have I became one. It's just the name of this caberet restaurant. It's called Dracula's Cabaret Restaurant. From time to time, they will change the theme of their shows. What they will do is they will have a small spread of live show according to the theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I went to last night was Pirates. It wasn't all that bad. It was great actually. Funny, entertaining and enjoyable. Sorry, there is no pictures as the usage of cameras, audio and video recording equipment is prohibited. So if you want to see it, you'll just have to go in person. They are having a new theme starting 13 August though. So maybe I'll be goinng to that. If anyone is interested, just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is short, but that's all I can write about it. If you want anything more, you will just have to go there yourself and enjoy it. I know I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-2414828417922498504?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2414828417922498504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=2414828417922498504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2414828417922498504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2414828417922498504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/draculas.html' title='Draculas'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-3467684144646187150</id><published>2008-07-10T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:00:45.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you should know...</title><content type='html'>Here are a few things I think you should know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Platonic friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platonis friends are friends that are friendly or affectionate but without physical desire. Which means they are just friends of the opposite sex that you are really close with but not in a relationship together. When you look for friends, you do not specifically look for platonic friends. But then how do you get platonic friends? Well, you get platonic friends when you are looking to start a relationship with someone of the opposite sex, but you messed up somewhere in between. Instead of progressing on both of your friendship, you are now stuck with a platonic friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sensitivity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about a person's sensitive skin, nose or what not. I'm talking about feelings. Different people have different sensitivity towards different stuff. When you say something to anyone, do take into consideration what other people might feel about it. Not only the person you're talking to, but also the people around you at that particular time. If you are unsure how a person is going to react to what you are going to say, ask them. Even when you have a rough idea, just ask to be certain. There is no harm in asking, but there is harm when you say the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a thing not to be taken lightly on. Whenever you decide to enter into one, you must be sure that you have thought it through before doing anything. More often than not, people do not think this through. They tend to act off the spur of the moment feeling. they do not take the time to think it through, to talk it through with one another if that is really what both og them want. And also are they aware that when they commit into a relationship with each other, they are also committing themselves to much more than that? Are they able to not only cope with the demands of their everyday life, and also the demands of a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fantasies vs. Reality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, there are various amounts of romance series and dramas, novels and shows. But one could not mistaken what you see on the screen with expectation that it will happen to you. No matter how similar it may seem to your own life, one must not be confuse between the reality and fantasy. Do not, for one moment should you think that it will happen to you. Because it will not. And when it does not hapen as those in the series, novels or shows, you claim that life is unfair. If you take a step back and analyse the situation, don't you think that you are the one being unfair? Aren't you asking a little too much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-3467684144646187150?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3467684144646187150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=3467684144646187150&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3467684144646187150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3467684144646187150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-you-should-know.html' title='Things you should know...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-1478177699390669608</id><published>2008-06-21T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:18:55.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination Nation...</title><content type='html'>That's right. The title says it all. I'm in procrastination nation. I still have one last paper - Company Reporting on Tuesday. Right now, I'm just procrastinating my ass off like my life depended on it. Whatever I do, I can't seem to be able to concentrate on my revision. I can only put in a good half an hour tops. That's all. But that is not enough for this unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, everything is a reason for me to procrastinate on my revisions. My laptop contributes to most of the excuses. Games, movies, internet. What more distraction can a person have? I have tried going to library and study. But it still doesn't work. My mind keeps wandering around. Well, actually it's not just when I'm in the library. My mind have been wandering around a lot lately. I can barely keep my mind on one thing for a long period of time. Can someone please knock some focus into me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all this procrastination is caused by the two week interval between my third paper and final paper. Yeah, you heard it right. It's two weeks. And no, I have not been doing my revision for the two whole weeks. I went out with friends for most of the first week. And when I'm not out with friends, I'm lazing around in my room doing nothing constructive. Now when I finally decided to start my revision, I also decided to join the procrastination nation. What a time to sign up for such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing my mind has not been procrastination on would be the imagination department. It has been going on 24/7 all day long. Imagining things that can not, might not and will not happen. I don't know why it is doing so, but at least the brain is moving. That's all I hope for right now is for my brain to be moving instead of collecting rust. However some of it doesn't help at all. It is just putting ideas into my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-1478177699390669608?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1478177699390669608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=1478177699390669608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1478177699390669608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1478177699390669608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/06/procrastination-nation.html' title='Procrastination Nation...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-3262246814854904829</id><published>2008-06-14T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T18:52:33.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite your tongue...</title><content type='html'>Colours fade, temples crumble, empires fall, but words endure. Speak and chose your words wisely. One word can crush a person's believe system, trust, confidence. One word, can topple a government or start a riot. That is the power of a word. It's not much, but it can create a big impact. What I'm trying to point out is that what a person say can and will have a big impact on a person's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just a word. It's whatever you say. What you say to certain people will have a long lasting effect on people. It could be good, it could be bad. If it's good, then there's nothing much I can say. But if it's not, then there's nothing much to say as well. Because nothing anyone else says will change the fact that whatever bad things you said have left your mouth. Nothing anyone say can reverse that process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if you are not sure that whatever it is you say will have a good or bad effect on others? What if it could be a borderline case, it could have a different outcome depending on how and when you say it. Well, when that's the case, you just have to make a judgment call. Me? I would just say what's on my mind. I would rather lie to people straight than keeping it from them. At least that's what I used to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been hesistating when it comes to speaking my mind. I'm not the same guy I used to be. Right now, I have a few things that I would like to do. Part of me don't want to do it because it will result in a bad outcome. And there are some just slips my mind. I can't seem to think clearly of late. I have no idea why this is so. Something must have happened to result in this. Whatever it is I do not know. Maybe I know but I just do not acknowledge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know none of this seems to make sense to you, but it does to me. I think that's the most important thing at this moment. Until I know, you will know. L'oncle Ben Signing off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-3262246814854904829?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3262246814854904829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=3262246814854904829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3262246814854904829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3262246814854904829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/06/bite-your-tongue.html' title='Bite your tongue...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-6757382096432611452</id><published>2008-06-13T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:45:36.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insemination</title><content type='html'>Insemination is the act of introducing or rejecting semen into the reproductive tract of a female. In a much easier term you guys would understand, it is to have sex. Get the picture? I doubt I have to tell you how it goes on, and what it will lead to. You people are old enough to know. If you don't, go find someone who does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to talk about the process, or hom many types of method to go by it. Actually, I don't even know how many ways there is. Anyone care to enlighten me? But what I want to know is that how it came about. Not every single method though, just the begnning of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, for us we know about it because we were taught while we were in F3. But what about the people in the olden days? How did they know about it? I'm not trying to say that people in the olden days are stupid or anything. But, who were the first ever couple to do it? And how they know what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't be a spur of the moment thing right? I mean which guy would a guy just say to a girl; "Hey, it's so boring here. Why not we think of something to do." And the next thing you know they are figuring ways to have sex. That could happen but would you believe it if someone ever told you that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyone has any other theory to share? I'm open to anything. Well, I guess that's all he query I have for now. L'oncle Ben signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Thomas Edison tried and failed nearly 2000 times to develop the carbonized cotton thread filament for the incandescence lightbulb. When asked about it, he said "I didn't fail. I just founf out 2000 ways how not to make a lightbulb." He just needed 1 way to make it work. ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-6757382096432611452?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6757382096432611452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=6757382096432611452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6757382096432611452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6757382096432611452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/06/insemination.html' title='Insemination'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-4303619589898812074</id><published>2008-06-09T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:26:25.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At RuZhen's Request</title><content type='html'>Here you are RuZhen. After this, you better make some constructive comments because I'm taking time out of my revision schedule to do this. Actually, I'm just using this as an excuse to procrastinate on it. But still if you don't, you owe me a meal when both of us are back in Malaysia. I know where you live. If not, I'll go Perth and look you up in November. I bet you're still there at that time. Anyways, you said you wanted to know why people love going clubbing so much? Well, first of all you have to specifically define what do you mean by clubbing and what are the activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to me clubbing means going to a night club drinking alcohol, dancing to noise that I wouldn't even call music, and somehow or rather ecstacy comes into play. To some, it might just mean drinking alcohol, getting hooked up, dancing, drugs and some more. Who knows what kids are thinking these days. For the purpose of this post, let's discuss all possibilities shall we? If not there's just nothing much else for me to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, let's assume that people likes clubbing because of the alcohol. Seeing that the locals hold their alcohol so well, one would just assume that they are there just for the booze. To them, drinking somehow or rather seems to help them relax. So I would guess that they are there not as simple as just for the booze? One could say that they are there to relax, release steam with their friends. Speaking from experience, they do always go as a group, drink as a group and coems back as a group. So I would say bonding is one of the reason, a somewhat positive reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on my mind would be hooking up. Some would go as far as taking a clubbing 'trip' as a way of hooking up, or in a slang - to score. Not sure whether they still use that or not. It's kind of a sleezy I know. But what can I do, tell every single one of them off? I would be beaten to death, and that's not the point of me coming over here. Anyway, they seem not to mind drunk partner for the night. Not that I have actually seen anything like that to start a story or novel on it, but it's just my opinion. So don't take anything too seriously here. Most of it is just my take on the topic at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are some section of the youth community who goes clubbing mainly for drugs. Well, this is not really my opinion per se. It is more of a media influence. You know how you see American teenagers acting like ganagster and all, and they do all their dealings in a night club and all. So that's where I got the idea for this. Agian, I have not actually witnessed any solid evidence to support this. It's just another opinion. This is different as it is influenced by media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's all I have on this topic for now. Maybe you have something that you might want to add? Especially you RuZhen? Since you ask for this. Remember, it's a meal if you don't contribute something constructive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-4303619589898812074?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4303619589898812074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=4303619589898812074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/4303619589898812074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/4303619589898812074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-ruzhens-request.html' title='At RuZhen&apos;s Request'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-243353123089042928</id><published>2008-05-29T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:18:04.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It grows on you...</title><content type='html'>Seeing that this is my century post, I feel it is my responsibility to allow my fellow readers, if any to know what I think of myself. Some of this might be different from what you have in mind, it might not. Whatever it is, just leave a comment and let me know. First of all, I'm a chinese. Then I'm buddhist on paper, free thinker off paper. I'm 175cm in height the last time I checked, and 52 KG in weight. Yes, I'm aware that I'm underweight for my age. My maritial status is not of concern to anyone and I have no children, not that I know of of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My characteristics? Well, I see myself as a very determined person. I don't give up easily when I have a goal in mind. I rarely got side track or distracted as well. This could be a good and a bad thing. Some people view this as 'Not knowing when to give up'. I acknowledge taht point, but the thing is if I knew when to give up, then I wouldn't be where I am now with what I have. I guess it is a good thing not knowing when to give up in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about me is that I don't mind having responsibility. In fact, I thrive on it. I like responsibility so much that some times I have mini power struggle in my brain. So far, I have yet to disappoint anyone, especially those who gave me the responsibilities. I had always pushed through and got the job done. Maybe that's the better way of describing me. I'm the person that gets the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I find myself quite friendly. I'm a very sociable person. Making friends wherever I go. And whenever I feel like it, (mainly most of the time) I make lame jokes. Lame or not, at least it makes people laugh. Whether they are really laughing, or just trying to entertain me, it's still a laugh nonetheless. I'll settle for that. What else can I say about myself? Oh yeah, I'm sort of a sporty kind of a person. I play loads of sports, but not good in any. So if you are ever short of a person, just give me a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academically, I'm not very good. I'm actually just an average student. Studying is just not my thing. No matter how much effort I put into it, it is always the same thing over and over. And in case you don't know, business and commerce is not my first option. My first option, first preferrence is always going for a double degree of law and accounting. Second choice would be getting a law degree. And business and commerce is only my third and last choice. Language wise, I can speak at least 5 different languages. I can speak Chinese, Cantonese, English, Malay and French. Yes, I can speak French. In fact, I just finished the course not that long ago. Those are the language tha tI can have a proper conversation. For the following languages, I can only speak the real basic words or just enough to swear at people: Hokkien, Hakka, Tamil, Spanish and Italien. I'm hoping to expand my Spanish by taking a class next semester. We'll see how that turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess that's all about me that I can talk about. Maybe you readers can tell me a little about myself that I'm unaware of or missed out. Hope to 'hear' from you soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a blink of an eye, I'm here for nearly 4 months. Along with That 4 months, half a year of 2008 is nearly gone now. Time has pass awful fast this year. Not long from now, I'll be having my exams. And yet I am still not concentrating on my revision yet. Well, that's me I guess. Leaving studies to the very last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say when you are with someone for an awful long time, they tend to grow on you. Weel, Australia has done that to me. It has grow on me. I have never walked this much in my entire life before. Sure I ran a lot, exercised quite a lot. But walking just to get from point A to point B? Nope. Never. To get to class, I have to walk 15 minutes to get to the buss stop. To get around the city, I again have to walk. Actually there is the tram service within the city, but it does not cover every single street. And frankly speaking I'm still not used to the tram system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 4 or so months that I have been here, I have gotten used to the environment here. The weather, the people and the surrounding. Everything is just so nice here. I'm so used to everything here to the point that I'm behaving like an Australian. At least that's what I think. On my days off, I find myself waking up at 12 noon, or sometimes even 1 in the afternoon. I no longer have the urgency to wake up 8 or 9 in the morning. And the bed is not as comfortable as the one I have back home, but I'm surviving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is that I'm enjoying Australia, but I think I'm enjoying too mush to a point where I'm slacking off more than I usually do. I have lost all interest in doing and preparing for tutorials, I have lost the urge to keep up on my own schedule and daily routines at times. I have even lost the will to keep my table clean and organized. I guess I'm taking the saying 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do' too seriously. I have to start getting a hold of myself soon if I want to get through the exams unscath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Australian experience has been great. The main purpose of this trip is for me to experience a different culture, a different environment. Guess my parents wanted to put me in a place where I'm out of my comfort zone and see how I deal with it. I don't know whether am I disappointing them with how I have been doing, or am I making them proud. I'm saying this because with everything I do, I can never get their approval. They can always find fault with whatever I do or say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I have given up trying to gain their approval quite a while back. I will not, and never will conform to what other people think of me and how I'm suppose to act. If I do that, I will be changing my characteristics every moment to a point where I can never be myself anymore. I enjoy being myself. I enjoy being sporty, carefree, spontaneous and funny. I think that's the best way to describe myself. And I hope people can see me for who I really am and enjoy the real me, not an image that they perceive as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about them. I shall not get started. If I do, it will be a never ending story. Let's just concentrate on my life here now. It's the same story here as anywhere else. I made quite a number of friends, all studying in various fields. I have friends from Mass Communications, Arts, BioScience and even some from other universities such as La Trobe, Melbourne Uni, RMIT and even a couple from Monash University Parkville. No bad, as a whole. But somehow I still feel rather lonely. It's not that I don't enjoy being with them. It's just that they don't fill me up like some of my other friends do. I think you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say I miss home totally, but I can't say I don't miss what it has to offer as well. Australia being great and all, it would be more perfect if I have the companionship I have back in Malaysia. The people that I usually hang around with. That is one thing I can't find or get here. I find myself jumping from one group of friends to another from time to time, not being able to settle down with a group like I used to. Those were the days. Making noise all over, not caring if there were a dozen pair of eyes staring at us. All we cared about back then was to enjoy ourselves as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'oncle Ben signing off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~You will make more friends in a week by getting yourself interested in other than you can in a year at trying to get people interested in you~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-243353123089042928?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/243353123089042928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=243353123089042928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/243353123089042928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/243353123089042928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-grows-on-you.html' title='It grows on you...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-639415499763867659</id><published>2008-05-25T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:42:12.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different is the way to go...</title><content type='html'>In life, you would always hear people saying 'Do the right thing' and 'Doing it the right way'. Remembering in primary school and secondary school, teachers always tell us what to do and what not to do. This would of course constitute to doing the right thing. And in tertiary education, we learn that there is more than one way to do the right thing. And most of the time, it is emphasized that we have to so it the right way, even if it means having a negative outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what I'm driving at is that people have different ways to deal with situation and yet have a similar outcome. But how did we get all this different ways of handling a certain situation when we are all educated by a not of standard education system? The answer - experience. When we are growing up, everyone goes through life differently. Every single one of us have different life experience. So enabling us to evaluate the situation differently and coming up with different ideas and solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, no one has the right to judge whether one's decision or action is inappropriate. Of course this doesn't apply to every single situation. Nothing in life is absolute. What I'm trying to say is that, sometimes some people are just in over their head when they deemed other people's thinking as childish. What gives them the right to do that? What do they know about the other person to say such a thing? I'll tell you, nothing. They know nothing. they have no right to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different life experience gives us different view point on different situation. That doesn't mean we are wrong. This means you have made a mistake of misunderstanding us. So don't do it again. It is never good to lose a person who has a different thinking, as you might need someone like us in the future. And who knows, we might not help you since you don't value our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who have different thinking style to others, don't conform to peer pressure. Keep at what you are doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-639415499763867659?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/639415499763867659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=639415499763867659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/639415499763867659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/639415499763867659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/05/different-is-way-to-go.html' title='Different is the way to go...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-7998646081516778276</id><published>2008-04-25T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:22:04.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop tagging me!!!</title><content type='html'>Starting time: 2201&lt;br /&gt;Name: Wong Wai Sing, Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: 1&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: 0&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: No idea...&lt;br /&gt;Height: 175 cm as of 2007&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: Room 366 Farrer Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite drinks: Ice Lemon Tea&lt;br /&gt;Favorite breakfast: Toast, scrambled egg, bacon&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane: Of course, duh!!&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: Does Uni count as school??&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: Definitely...&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: Who hasn't??&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: I guess...&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: Yup, but not gonna tell you which and by who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like: Considered a mess to me, considered not a mess to others...&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside of you: Right or left??&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: Ceasar salad...&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: What kind of question is this??&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: yes, 11 of them...&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: No&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight: Hell no!!!&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: I don't mind...&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you danced with: Noone considering I don't dance...&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: Myself...&lt;br /&gt;You last yell at: Yelled at too many ppl to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you talk to someone you like: Nope...&lt;br /&gt;Kiss anyone: No...&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: No...&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an ex: No...&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: Yes...&lt;br /&gt;Eat: Yes...&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: There isn't one...&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: No, they scare the hell out of me...&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed: Bed head...&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: Quite a few...&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now: 2207&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randoms :&lt;br /&gt;Q:Is there a person who is on your mind right now: Yes...&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any siblings: 1&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you want children: If I can find someone to have them with me...&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often: Yes... It's a habit...&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like your handwriting: No!!! their hedious...&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are your toenails painted: No...&lt;br /&gt;Q: Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: She knows...&lt;br /&gt;Q: What color shirt are you wearing: Blue...&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at 7pm yesterday: Attending French Class&lt;br /&gt;Q: I can't wait till: I get home...&lt;br /&gt;Q: When did you cry last: November 2006...&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person: Too friendly at times...&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any pets: 4 dogs... Arthur, Whoopi, Hannah, Harry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now? - Jinjang Selatan, Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now? - Definitely...&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on? - Haven been watching a TV in a while..&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now? - Doing this tag when I'm supposed to be watching Battlestar Galactica...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window? - Yes... Numerous times...&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth? - Yes...&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving? - Depends who am I going to forgive...&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father? - Neither...&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of? - No one...&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved? - One...&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy? - Sort of health concious...&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp; your ex? - Yes...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you? - No...&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go to church? - Only been there once....&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to? - Myself...&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time? - Was never quiet...&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident? - About what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player than tags 5 people and posts their names, than goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they done got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I doing 10 years ago..(1998??!!)&lt;br /&gt;1-In Primary 4&lt;br /&gt;2-Can't remember anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today&lt;br /&gt;1- Get a job...&lt;br /&gt;2- Learn French...&lt;br /&gt;3- Learn Spanish...&lt;br /&gt;4- Graduate...&lt;br /&gt;5- Watch Battlestar Galactica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Snacks I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;1- BBQ Pringles...&lt;br /&gt;2- Licorice...&lt;br /&gt;3- Mister Potato...&lt;br /&gt;4- Oreos...&lt;br /&gt;5- Tim Tams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;br /&gt;1- Invest all of it...&lt;br /&gt;2- Can't so anything else because there's not residual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits&lt;br /&gt;1- Needs to walk around while studying...&lt;br /&gt;2- Short attention span...&lt;br /&gt;3- Being insensitive at times...&lt;br /&gt;4- Easily wooed...&lt;br /&gt;5- Spends quite a lot at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived&lt;br /&gt;1- Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;2- Bentong&lt;br /&gt;3- Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;4- Kuantan&lt;br /&gt;5- Melbourne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I've had&lt;br /&gt;1- Student&lt;br /&gt;2- Accounitng clerk&lt;br /&gt;3- Tuition Teacher&lt;br /&gt;4- Data Entry Clerk&lt;br /&gt;5- Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tag&lt;br /&gt;1- {insert name}&lt;br /&gt;2- {insert name}&lt;br /&gt;3- {insert name}&lt;br /&gt;4- {insert name}&lt;br /&gt;5- {insert name}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-7998646081516778276?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7998646081516778276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=7998646081516778276&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7998646081516778276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7998646081516778276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/04/stop-tagging-me.html' title='Stop tagging me!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-2742712649305073302</id><published>2008-04-15T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:41:29.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting, but wouldn't be getting...</title><content type='html'>First of all, before I write anything 'constructive', I would like to say that my century post is coming up soon. The thing is, I want it to be on something special. I don't want it to be just another post. I want it to be good. Don't give me that look. I have actually posted something good on this blog before. But at this moment, I just can't think of any interesting topic to write on. So if everyone can be a doll, please give me some suggestion on what to write. That would be very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now down to business. I'm sure you guys know that at times you have a feeling or thought that you want a particular thing or a particular someone. Well, that's good because at times, knowing what or who you want gives you a goal, a target so to speak to work towards. I said at times because it's not always a good thing knowing what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say that? Picture this. You know what or who you want, but you also know for a fact that you will not be getting it, or the fact that there's no point in getting it because of the shortcomings of you getting it. Now how would you feel about that? It sucks doesn't it? You have to live with the fact that you know what you want, and also the fact that you're not getting what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. That's life right. Everyone doesn't get what they want all the times. What's the big deal? The thing is, I'm not trying to make any deal here. I'm just pointing out the obvious, like I always do. It doesn't feel good at all knowing that you wouldn't get what you want. Actually, it sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would say, why not work for it? Maybe that would help change the situation. Well, sometimes its just so screwed up that nothing anyone do can make any. At times, things will just have to be left the way it is. When you fight life, life always win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-2742712649305073302?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2742712649305073302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=2742712649305073302&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2742712649305073302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2742712649305073302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/04/wanting-but-wouldnt-be-getting.html' title='Wanting, but wouldn&apos;t be getting...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-8193354308593041915</id><published>2008-04-07T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:48:21.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged time and time again...</title><content type='html'>Actually, I don't feel like doing this tag right now because I have some other things in my mind to tend to. But since I'm bored, what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I'll tell when that does happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What will you do if you do not share the same feelings as the person who likes you?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Stay on??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; To actually have one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you planning ur future?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Been doing that since a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your ideal lover's height?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; To actually have some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Loved by everyone that I love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If the person you like does not accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I would if I have nothing better to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, would you wait?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; No, I would spanar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do u want most in life?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who is the most important to u now?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What kind of person am I?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Who's the 'I'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.If the person you secretly like cannot recognise you, what would you do/how would you react?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Intro myself duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Would u be devoted in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; If given the chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you fall in love with two persons simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; The one my finger falls on with my eyes closed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What types of friends u prefer?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Real friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 8 people are:&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who feels like doing it (which means nobody)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-8193354308593041915?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8193354308593041915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=8193354308593041915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8193354308593041915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8193354308593041915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-time-and-time-again.html' title='Tagged time and time again...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-8200588752001948947</id><published>2008-04-02T10:50:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:27:43.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A place call home...</title><content type='html'>Well, for nearly two months now I have call this place my home... I have made friends within it, eat here, sleep here, bath here, you know, the works... Farrer Hall has been my home for the last two months, and it will remain my home until I go back to Malaysia...I know it's kind of late for me to do this, but here are the photos of my room... Yes, only my room... I can't be seen going around taking photos of the hall... People might think I'm crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L4b2mnchI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6k6OOkJEHdU/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L4b2mnchI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6k6OOkJEHdU/s320/P1010002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184479278454501906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my table... You can see clearly that it is quite messy... I can never keep a clean table... But I get along just fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L4y2mnciI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2Xw2Gc8IeX0/s1600-h/Shelf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L4y2mnciI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2Xw2Gc8IeX0/s320/Shelf.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184479673591493154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my shelf... Again, it is quite messy... These books, they rarely get down from the shelf once they are up there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L5K2mncjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H9BglqrBjrQ/s1600-h/Top+Shelf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L5K2mncjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H9BglqrBjrQ/s320/Top+Shelf.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184480085908353586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the top shelf... Here I have breakfast... Opps, since when I put that wine bottle there?? HA HA HA!!! No, I'm not having wine for breakfast, but I am having wine... Just not yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L5r2mnckI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6byvH4IBd-E/s1600-h/Wall+by+door.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L5r2mnckI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6byvH4IBd-E/s320/Wall+by+door.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184480652844036674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you enter the room, IF you ever enter my room, you will see this 2 poster on your right... I got this from the art sale a few weeks back... Quite nice and funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L6B2mnclI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9a3WeIKn8eQ/s1600-h/Wall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L6B2mnclI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9a3WeIKn8eQ/s320/Wall.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184481030801158738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the wall opposite the previous wall... Here I have posters of my favourite team - Manchester United... Got them from the art sale as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L6a2mncmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aoHcEFseCO8/s1600-h/Cupboard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L6a2mncmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aoHcEFseCO8/s320/Cupboard.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184481460297888354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be my cupboard... Not keen to show what's inside though... But I can assure you, there is no dead body or skeleton inside... I'm sure of it... It is just my clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L60WmncnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rnUedh89YwA/s1600-h/Bed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L60WmncnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rnUedh89YwA/s320/Bed.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184481898384552562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, obviously is my single bed... And then there's my wet laundry... Cute underwears though... HA HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L7O2mncoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6HZ9z0UU7Xg/s1600-h/Mini+kitchen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L7O2mncoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6HZ9z0UU7Xg/s320/Mini+kitchen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184482353651085954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I keep all the cooking ingredients... All the things I need to cook a simple meal for myself, and others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, all of you know that I have a somewhat big stomach... I can't stop eating and I love food ever so much... So how do I please that hunger with the stuff in my room?? Because I have yet to see any food from the photos I show you... Which mind you is already all the things I have in my room... So the answer?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L7pWmncpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/b4hojsKP1Ac/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L7pWmncpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/b4hojsKP1Ac/s320/P1010001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184482808917619346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS!!!! A small drawer full of food... Here you can fine muesli bar, bread, Nutella, Wang Wang, Tim Tam, Maggee, Tea, instant mushroom and chicken soup... Well equipped ain't I?? I think I were to lock myself up in my room, I can last for at least 3 weeks... I think even more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-8200588752001948947?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8200588752001948947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=8200588752001948947&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8200588752001948947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8200588752001948947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/04/place-call-home.html' title='A place call home...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R_L4b2mnchI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6k6OOkJEHdU/s72-c/P1010002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-2875915756358626170</id><published>2008-03-29T17:09:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:27:45.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthur's Seat &amp; Sorento...</title><content type='html'>Before I go on with my actual update of my tip down to Arthur's Seat and Sorento, I just want to let you all know that this post might not get up by tonight. The reason being, I'm actually running battery power and not adapter. This is due to the fact that we are observing the Earth 60th hour that is going on. Which means we have to turn all our power off for an hour. And it so happens that that hour is right at the moment when I choose to update this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4LQmmncXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CKqFITrx1cU/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4LQmmncXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CKqFITrx1cU/s320/P1010001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183092601018347890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see on the left, that is the entrance of the Enchanted Maze Garden that we went. It was nearby Arthur's Seat actually. So this was the stop right before it. We spent about 2 hours in the Enchanted Maze Garden. They have 4 mazes for the visitors to go through. It was kind of fun, keeping the brain moving. And there would be more photos to follow. Finding it a little hard to continue without lights. But I'll still push on. If not, this would never be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4OimmncYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L83TurR3qAU/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4OimmncYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L83TurR3qAU/s320/P1010004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183096208790876546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the name of the first maze. As you can see, it's called The Hedge Maze. It's about 2 feet tall. If you imagination fails you, here's something to help. It's about the same height as the hedges in Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire. Get the picture? Within this maze, there's 5 small statute of buddhas. The objectives? Locate all 5 of them and find your way out. My time, roughly about 7 minutes. I was actually with some other friends, so I had to go back in, look for them, stay with them until they find all the 5 statute and bring them out. Needless to say, I was bored while I was back in there. I could have gone out and went back in a few more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4Rb2mncZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/K-JhOnryV5U/s1600-h/P1010026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4Rb2mncZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/K-JhOnryV5U/s320/P1010026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183099391361642898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next maze is The Turf Maze. To tell the truth, this is not much of a maze actually. Because it is just bricks that are laid on the ground going in circles. And all you have to do is follow the bricks. But within that circles of circle, there is this hedge that is cut in a way that it resembles a dragoon, or something similar to a sea serpent. Your guess is as good as mine. Well, not really because I got the chance to see it in person which is much better than seeing it in a picture. I didn't even bother trying out this maze as it does not pose any challenge to the mind as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4S9WmncaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7wFYoMWY2_Y/s1600-h/P1010037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4S9WmncaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7wFYoMWY2_Y/s320/P1010037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183101066398888354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in line is The Childrens Maze.I didn't even want to go into this as well because I was told that it is not an actual maze. It's just a garden surrounded by tall hedges for kids. I went in nonetheless because of the companion that I was with. Or rather companions, they wanted to go in, so I have to follow. If you have not guess it by now, yes they are all girls. As I have said, there's nothing much in there, so there's nothing much to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4UwmmncbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XP9B-uvpWso/s1600-h/P1010056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4UwmmncbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XP9B-uvpWso/s320/P1010056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183103046378811826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last maze that this place has to offer is the Maize Maze. Which translated would mean a maze made out of corn. From the picture above, although you can't see it but there is a maze in there. Still, it was easy to find my way around. Wonder why. After so many mazes, I don't know what else I can say about this maze. It's just like any other maze should be, with twist and turns, dead ends. What more can you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4V2WmnccI/AAAAAAAAAFY/g5b5dHXRqSs/s1600-h/P1010072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4V2WmnccI/AAAAAAAAAFY/g5b5dHXRqSs/s320/P1010072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183104244674687426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm just randomly uploading some photos from the Enchanted Maze Garden. Everything around there looks so nice. But I just don't have the time to upload all the pictures. So I'll just upload some, and you can pester me for the rest when you see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4XuWmncdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bfjQ1EskNiI/s1600-h/P1010073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4XuWmncdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bfjQ1EskNiI/s320/P1010073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183106306258989522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the last photo from The Enchanted Maze Garden. Next would be the Arthur's Seat. It's actually just a seat, a rather huge seat. And its elevatin is 305 metres. That's all. And here is the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4aVWmnceI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2hmgt9wM56w/s1600-h/P1010077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4aVWmnceI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2hmgt9wM56w/s320/P1010077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183109175297143266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for Arthur's Seat. Actually, the main attraction of this trip was The Enchanted Maze Garden. That's why we spent 2 hours there, and less than half an hour on Arthur's Seat. The view from the lookout points around there was amazing though. Again, get the photos from me when you see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to a small town, at least I think it was a town. Well, for the sake of this post, we will just call it a town. Its name is Sorento. We have about 2 hours there as well. It's for us to have our lunch and shop around. Me, I just went for lunch and walkaround.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4dLmmncfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TppYfgkshys/s1600-h/P1010079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4dLmmncfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TppYfgkshys/s320/P1010079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183112306328302066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture showing the vehicle entrance for the ferry that goes to Queenscliff from Sorento. We actually bought our lunch, which was fish and chips from the shop named D'lish Fish shop. It was rather nice. And we actually wanted to have it on the pier with the breeze. But when we got there it was raining, so we did not manage to eat our fish and chip on the pier. Instead, we ate our fish and chips right outside the enquiries place. It was to the right, right where the car is. We were sort of like squatters, standing there, some squatting there, eating our lunch. It was a sight to behold as our first squatting while eating eperience in Australia. The fish and chips is actually not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3.30pm, we were suppose to meet back at the bus and leave for home, or my temporary home. Surprisingly, everyone was quite puntual. Well, actually everyone got back before 3.30pm. So i guess that's about it. That's my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-2875915756358626170?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2875915756358626170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=2875915756358626170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2875915756358626170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2875915756358626170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/arthurs-seat-sorento.html' title='Arthur&apos;s Seat &amp; Sorento...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R-4LQmmncXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CKqFITrx1cU/s72-c/P1010001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-3075938053959578705</id><published>2008-03-28T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T19:09:16.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always a first...</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you all are well aware of the saying "There is always a first for everything.". Well, I just experienced a first for something that I really never expected to happen. That is pulling out of sports half way through. I have never done that before, and I have never expected myself to do that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the main reason for me pulling out half way through was because of my neck. Somehow I actually sprained my neck while I was sleeping last night. No, I did not do anything while I was sleeping and I was sleeping alone, mind you. It was just because of the position of my head was in while I was asleep ALONE!!! It totally disrupted my composure as I played badminton. I can't go about retrieve shots as I am so use to, diving here and there. The pain in my neck just keep getting in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I am also suffering from some other minor injuries. Such as my sprained left ankle which has not fully recovered from a few weeks ago. Yes, it has not fully recovered yet. It's taking longer than I thought. Then this morning I add a sprained toe to the list. Don't ask me how I did that, I just did. And while I was trying to carry on with my badminton, I again add another sprain right ankle to the list. What a day. Sprained my neck, ankle and a toe. Can anyone actually sprain a toe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a seperate note, it is always good to try something new, something that you would not usually do. In other words, step out of your comfort zone, do something that is not you. But of course don't over do it and attempt something stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-3075938053959578705?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3075938053959578705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=3075938053959578705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3075938053959578705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3075938053959578705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/always-first.html' title='Always a first...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-5064772030712941673</id><published>2008-03-27T13:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T14:30:53.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that I miss most...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I have not been updating regularly like I used to. But what are you going to do about it? You want to kick my ass for it, be my guest. You can get my address if you scroll down, or click on the "Contact Details" post. Just inform me when you do come. Anyways, as the title suggest, I'm going to list out the things I miss most. It will be in priority order, meaning that the item on top will be the things I really really really miss the most. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that I miss the most:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My car&lt;br /&gt;2. Whoopi, Arthur and Hannah (Mind you, they are my dogs. I miss Hannah the dog the most)&lt;br /&gt;3. Watching movies at 1U&lt;br /&gt;4. Going out late in the night&lt;br /&gt;5. Spontaneous outings&lt;br /&gt;6. Driving around with no direction&lt;br /&gt;7. Talking crap&lt;br /&gt;8. Food from Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;9. Shopping in 1U&lt;br /&gt;10. Batting cage&lt;br /&gt;11. Mapling&lt;br /&gt;12. Cheap food&lt;br /&gt;13. Having a kick around with friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-5064772030712941673?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5064772030712941673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=5064772030712941673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5064772030712941673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5064772030712941673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-that-i-miss-most.html' title='Things that I miss most...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-6686264576893768028</id><published>2008-03-10T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:16:05.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazingly Disgusted...</title><content type='html'>I am really amazed at some of the people I see since I have arrived in Australia. Not that I don't see these type of people back in Malaysia, but the frequencies of it happening here is quite a lot as compared to Malaysia. What kind of people I'm talking about? I don't really know how to summarise it all using a few words. I guess I'll just list it out for all of you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there are only two type of people I'm going to illustrate, but still I am unable to summarise them using a few words. The first would be those rushing into relationship. I mean they have only meet each other for a week or two, and they have decided to get together. I mean what is all that about? The barely knew each other and yet they still got together? It's not like we're in the middle of a war or anything whereby any day could be our last. Then that would be understandable, maybe not. But this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is that there is still plenty of time to know each other. Take the time to understand each other thoroughly then only make a decision. Instead of knowing the face value of each other and take a whack at it. The end result of this moment of rash decision making is always the same, sad one - one person saying they are not suitable for each other, the other hurting like mad. At that point, both will talk bad about each other to their circle of friends. And that is the end of the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next would be the obsessive type - which means where one goes, the other will follow. these are the couple I hate most. Even married couple don't do those kind of stuff, so why should they? Staying in the same place, studying the exact same course, exact same unit, exact same class, exact same timetable. For God's sake, why don't they just got married already? Or better still, why don't they commit suicide together like the ever loving Romeo and Juliet? Can't they make up their own mind? Can't they choose their own path without being influenced by others? I bet those buggers even have either an email address or web page, or even both with both their names or initials in it. That's just so disgusting. I really like to see how those people go on when they broke up one day (note that I'm using 'when' and not 'if'). They should make a reality show out of this man. Its gonna be so interesting. I don't know whether they are aware of their own actions, or they are just so obsessive of each other not to give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I guess there's a third group. this would be those getting together when they're still in secondary school and primary school. Oh yes, primary school. Kids these days. I'm saying this because I still remember that there was this young couple, still in Form 2 lining up quite someway behind us in a queue for movie tickets, but still near enough within my hearing range and view. It was the year end holiday and he is talking about school work. And he was such a fag. He actually put his arm on his waist palm out. Means he rest his arms like a girl. What a FAG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, my cousin and I bumped into him again at the batting cage on top of 1U. He was swinging the bat in such an ever cool way to impress his girlfriend and his gang of friends. Acting like he knows how to hit, but when the ball came at him, he can't even get the bat close to it, let alone hit it. As all these idiots eventually do, he made a fool out of himself in front of all his friends, his girlfriend, and me. It was a source of entertainment to me and my cousin though. She went up there to enjoy the breeze. I for one, went there to entertain myself with people making a fool out of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is added on a totally separated issue. After 7 years of saying 'I Like Her', 'I Fancy Her' and all that bullshit that only indicate one thing - fear of commitment, after all that, I finally dare to say I love her. I LOVE HER!!! Whenever i went, wherever life takes me, I would still return to her. Whenever I let her go, she would return to me like a boomerang. There is no doubt about that. I love her. Nothing anyone say or do can take me away from her. Finally, I am ready to commit myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ For the past month, I have been wondering what is missing from my bed every night when I sleep. I have been struggling with it, and finally I have found the answer to that query. Everything is in place except one vital thing - there's only one person sleeping on the bed and that's me.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-6686264576893768028?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6686264576893768028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=6686264576893768028&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6686264576893768028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6686264576893768028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/amzingly-disgusted.html' title='Amazingly Disgusted...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-2102580611277222996</id><published>2008-03-03T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:28:04.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Air of Change...</title><content type='html'>Although I'm not in Malaysia anymore, I am still aware of some things that are happening in Malaysia. The closest major event that I am aware of is the General Election - which is this coming Saturday 8th March 2008. What do I think of it? Well, nothing much for now because I am still not eligible to vote. I'll be eligible to vote in the next one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone can see, there is a air of change in the ruling party in 2 countries - US and Australia. They'll be a new President of US some time around November I guess. And Australia has changed their Prime Minister last year. So, since there are changes in these 2 countires, will we witness a change in Malaysia in the upcoming General Election? I can't really say what I have in my mind in fear of a lawsuit, but all I can say is that I hope this time the public would vote for people who not only posses a brain, but put it to good use as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note that I am not saying or indicating in anyways that the Prime Minister and his current cabinet is not doing that. I'm not implying that at all. Our country is still in one piece, so that would mean that their doing something right. What I'm trying to point out is that they could do a bit better overcoming the increase in crimes within the country and the ultimate foe in Malaysia - corruption. Of course, again I'm not indicating that I can do a better job than them. I am merely exercising my freedom of speech in voicing my concerns, like all Malaysian should. Instead of discussing this quietly in family gathering or afer a few glass of beers, Malaysian should be more vocal regarding their concerns of their country. And the government should hear the public out, instead of shunting their concerns aside and only concentrating in pleasing their own needs and wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making your own choice is the only freedom you have. Make your own decision. Don’t let others rob your only freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's it for now. Until next time. L'oncle Ben signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-2102580611277222996?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2102580611277222996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=2102580611277222996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2102580611277222996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2102580611277222996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/air-of-change.html' title='Air of Change...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-5323012365764747487</id><published>2008-02-22T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:58:53.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubt...</title><content type='html'>It is unbearable not having you with me. When we were still together physically, we practically went everywhere together. There wasn't a moment or instance that you would not know where I am, what I want and when I need it. You have never failed me whenever I needed you to be by my side. In short you have not disappointed me. Sitting here all alone makes me miss you more. In my heart, you are second to none - my beloved car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having spent nearly up to two weeks on foreign soil, it made me realise a few things. Some of these things are the things that I expect to happen and some of these things I do not expect them to happen but it is happening. You know, I have always made myself expect the unexpected, but this is just one unexpected event that cannot be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that I'm gonna admit I'm homesick, don't hold your breath because you might just die before I even admit it. So what are the unexpected things that happened? Give me some time to get around to that. Before I get to that particular part, allow me to tell you what I expected to happen. Don't be surprised with some of the things I'm gonna layout for you newcomers. Everything is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of course is that I am able to live more independently. Not financially of course. I'm talking about the existence of parental control, or rather none of it. It is nice to be able to sit down and do nothing constructive without being told off for once. It is nice not having anyone nagging at your ear for a change. I guess this is one of the main reason I applied for student exchange in the first place - to get away from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is that now I have to do most things myself. Things like cooking, shopping for groceries, cleaning, washing and all those chores tied to living on my own. To tell the truth, I'm not finding it hard at all. It's easy when you have a routine for chores and stick to it. It is also easy when you finish one before you start another. Therefore you don't end up being busy doing nothing. It is rather good to hear that I'm getting along with doing chores. People around me have this image that I am this rich kid that know nothing about suffering and chores. Well, I'm here to prove you wrong. I'm no rich kid and I know about suffering and chores. So stop giving me that rich pampered kid bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't expect is this feeling inside me right now. I thought I have made all the mental preperation before I leave. I thought I have done enough to subside it for a year. But I guess it is just not enough as seeing that I'm only here for merely two weeks, the problem has already arise. The more I try to shove it down with my activities, the more guilty I feel. Therefore I'll bring it up and making things more worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to doubt my own decision now. People say that as you grwo older, you start to make solid decision. But as I grow older these couple of years, I'm starting to doubt most of the decisions I make. Mayb I'm just thinking too much. Enough about that, back to the main point. I'm starting to doubt my decision to get involved. Although it is what both parties wanted, it doesn't seem to make both party happy. The more I look at it, the more I feel we are suffering. It is clear that you are getting the worse end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do not want to end this the way it did before. In fact, I do not want to end this at all. Would that be the best for us? Is it the best alternatives for us at the moment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-5323012365764747487?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5323012365764747487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=5323012365764747487&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5323012365764747487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5323012365764747487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/02/doubt.html' title='Doubt...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-1076892464097957661</id><published>2008-02-17T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T16:42:01.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subsidiary Sister Blog...</title><content type='html'>I know I have not been updating frequently lately. That is because right now I have to pay for internet. And second is that I have another blog. So I have to spread my time among both my blog. So if you don't see any updates here, head over to the sister blog and have a look. I might post something up there. The url link is www.generation-l.blogspot.com . Or you can click the link of the right that says Generation L. Curious what it is about, head over there and you'll find out. Got to go. L'oncle Ben signing off....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-1076892464097957661?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1076892464097957661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=1076892464097957661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1076892464097957661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1076892464097957661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/02/subsidiary-sister-blog.html' title='Subsidiary Sister Blog...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-1170220104293580783</id><published>2008-02-15T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:54:44.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contact Details...</title><content type='html'>Well, I doing just fine right here. Thanks to those who showed their concerns. I don't have much to update at this moment. all I have now is my contact details. They are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address:&lt;br /&gt;Wong Wai Sing&lt;br /&gt;Farrer Hall&lt;br /&gt;Monash Residential Services&lt;br /&gt;Building 47&lt;br /&gt;Monash University&lt;br /&gt;Victoria 3800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ So, if you have anything that you want to send to me (not that I'm expecting anything at all), that would be the full address that you are suppose to write on the envolope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobile Phone:&lt;br /&gt;+61431393003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landline:&lt;br /&gt;+61399057853&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ You can call me on this fix line, but not at this very moment though. I have yet to acquire a phone yet. I am still hunting around with friends of mine. I'll let you guys know when I do get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-1170220104293580783?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1170220104293580783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=1170220104293580783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1170220104293580783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1170220104293580783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/02/contact-details.html' title='Contact Details...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-5940786904128224573</id><published>2008-02-12T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:18:41.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia in a nutshell...</title><content type='html'>Well, today is my third day in Australia. I touched down on foreign soil (Gold coast) at exactly 8.20 pm local time (that's Australian time for you mates) Surprisingly, AirAsia was rather on time. As ever, the seats are not that comfortable. But, it got me to Australia safely. I think that's what matters most right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all these few days, I have been skipping brekky and one lunch these two days, had a small dinner tonight. It's not much, but it's dinner. Had a fun night. It was Quiz Night tonight. Practically, it's just another form of ice breaker. It's just asking you quite a few questions and asking you to do some stuff in front of everyone. So that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played some futie just now with some residents. Surprisingly, I didn't sweat. So that was it. I guess I'll stop here for now. I'll update more next time round. Catch you next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-5940786904128224573?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5940786904128224573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=5940786904128224573&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5940786904128224573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5940786904128224573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/02/australia-in-nutshell.html' title='Australia in a nutshell...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-8306756588425573276</id><published>2008-02-09T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:39:30.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane...</title><content type='html'>I'm ... I'm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm standin' here outside your door&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn&lt;br /&gt;The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn&lt;br /&gt;Already I'm so lonesome I could die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many times I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've played around&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every place I go, I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Every song I sing, I sing for you&lt;br /&gt;When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come to leave you&lt;br /&gt;One more time, oh, let me kiss you&lt;br /&gt;And close your eyes and I'll be on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream about the days to come&lt;br /&gt;When I won't have to leave alone&lt;br /&gt;About the times that I won't have to say ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;(Leaving) On a jet plane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-8306756588425573276?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8306756588425573276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=8306756588425573276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8306756588425573276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8306756588425573276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='I&apos;m Leaving on a Jet Plane...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-1374205915684228007</id><published>2008-02-03T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T12:39:28.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick?</title><content type='html'>They say the first few weeks staying abroad, one will feel homesick. One would miss everything at home. One would be longing for the presence of their parents. But I'm wondering whether did they make that assumption or claim based on average people. If they did, would it apply to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let see, I would miss the presence of my parents - FALSE. I would miss the presence of my immediate family - FALSE. I would miss being able to drive around - FALSE. I would miss spending time with my family - FALSE. I would be longing to see my parents - FALSE. So as you can see, I don't think I'll be missing my home at all. Missing Malaysia, maybe. This is debatable. Missing some people that I'm leaving behind, of course. So you see, Homesick wouldn't be much of a problem and I don't see any other obstacles stopping me from settling in fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, I have been relatively independant. As I grow older, I became more and more independant. Of course, I still remain dependant when it comes to finance. This excursion would make me more independant as I am now. This is the side of me that my parents want to improve but never accept it as a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might say: "You're only sayig that you would not be homesick now. Things will change when you're over there." Well, I know things will change, but hear this. I would not envisage coming home at all. Would you be eager to go back home when you know for sure that you'll be nagged about just for about everything you do? Would you be eager to go back to parents that think they are above all else in your life, parents who think that you should cancel your plans with your friends so that you can waste time with them? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word homesick, does not mean much, or even anything to me. To tell the truth, I already have plans to migrate. I don't think I will see myself settling down in Malaysia. Malaysia is being taken over by crimes. Soon, all you will see in the newspaper, and hear on the news is all about what crime happened on that particular day and how many rape cases have been reported that day. Plus, I'm not going to live so close to my parents whereby they can nagged me even more and subsequently teach me how to raise my kids if I have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, they are trying to force me to become someone that I'm not. They try to tell me how to live my life. But not once, have they stop and think to accept me for who I am, and that I have a brain of my own. I am mature enough to make my own decisions in life and I am able to differentiate what is right and what is wrong. They always like to think that they are older therefore they are more mature. Well, sad to say, maturity is not a function of age. What's even sadder is that I found out that never think things through while they are making plans and that they like to leave things to the very last minute. Luckily, I have neither of those 2 traits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-1374205915684228007?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1374205915684228007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=1374205915684228007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1374205915684228007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1374205915684228007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/02/homesick.html' title='Homesick?'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-8829717226450544038</id><published>2008-01-21T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:35:36.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn out...</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't say it's been a hectic weekend, nor would I say it was a busy weekend. But what I would say is that it was a tiring weekend, leaving me with the feeling of being worn out as the title suggested. Taking my sore throat, flu and cough into account, it only can get worst. And it most certainly did but I'll get to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday as usual, worked from 9am to 1pm. Then rushed home to send my sister to tuition. After that, I spent the rest of my day, or rather the rest of my weekend on 1 Utama. Nothing much happened on Saturday. Ok, there was something but it's for me to know and all of you to mind your own business. ~Laughing out loud~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was Saturday. Yes, I'm serious. I'm not spilling the beans on what happened on Saturday. You want to know what happened, use your imagination. Sunday was sort of tiring for me. I have to leave my house 9 in the morning just to go all the way to Klang to fetch Shi Min. Then after that I have to drive all the way back to Subang to fetch Sue-Anne and RuZhen. Next stop was 1 Utama again (for me of course). We had lunch, shopped around (which was really around because no matter where we go, we still end up walking in the same areas over and over again.) Initial plan included a movie, but as always, we changed the plans last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was about time, we left 1 Utama with the intention to have dinner over at Jalan Alor. It turns out, the road there was blocked. So like always, we altered our plan. Alternatives, we went to Sri Hartamas for Korean food. When that was done, there was only one thing to do - go home. So like always, I have to send everyone home. The list started off with Hannah over at Ampang, then it was Sue-Anne and RuZhen in Subang, followed by Shi Min all the way in Klang, and lastly myself back here in Sri Damansara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, I realise that I'm the only one in the group who knows where everyone's house is and how to go there but no one knows exactly where my house is. Isn't that an amazing thing? But the downside to that was that I travelled 273.4 km just driving alone. That distance does not take into account the distance I covered when walking in the shopping centre. When I got home, or rather on my way home after dropping Shi Min off, my stomach starts to feel unwell. Straight away I know what's wrong. It's food poisoning. I got it from the raw beef that Hannah ordered. Knowing full well that I have a sensitive stomach, she still went on and ordered raw beef and choosing not to tell me what it is before I took some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's about it. Nothing mush except the fact that I didn't have a good night sleep because of my stomach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-8829717226450544038?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8829717226450544038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=8829717226450544038&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8829717226450544038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8829717226450544038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/01/worn-out.html' title='Worn out...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-7881861914507983508</id><published>2008-01-18T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:27:46.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumble Jumble...</title><content type='html'>As you can see from the title, this post will be jumbled up. The contents will not be related to one another. At least that's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I got a new pair of glasses last Friday. Been wearing them for a week now. I'm sort of happy now that I can see a little bit more clearly now. Which also enables me to look at cutes girls better. Ha ha ha!!! But i'm unhappy with the fact that my eyesight have deterioted by 100 points (or whatever base they call it) over the last four years. That is a sad thing to know though. Guess I have been staring at the computer screens too much nowadays. But who cares now, with these new pair of glasses I doubt i will miss another cute girl on the street now. He he he!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R5CnS7JvD2I/AAAAAAAAADs/BNlhDal_9oM/s1600-h/Nissan+Fair+Lady.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R5CnS7JvD2I/AAAAAAAAADs/BNlhDal_9oM/s320/Nissan+Fair+Lady.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156805516897226594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing was I got to be behind the wheels of the car you juz saw above. It's the Nissan Fair Lady. Ok, I didn't really take it out for a real spin. It was because I was working part time in a car repair shop in Sunway. The technicians were kind of swamp with all the cars coming in that day, and it so happens that the boss was out settling something regarding one the employee's EPF things. So they needed someone to be behind the wheels of that particular car to test the brakes. It's kind of new though. If I remember corectly, The mileage is below 100000 km. The client brought it in to check that the car is in good condition before buying it. So I just got in and tested the brakes. It was the last thing to check and it was fine. So they lower the car and it was time for them to get to work on other cars. So they asked me to drive the car out of the back door of the shop and park it in front of the shop. With nothing to do, I just said yes and did as I was told. Like any sports car, you barely have to step on the accelerator for it to start moving. I was merely resting my leg on the accelerator and it just shot up to 30 kmph. Luckily I not that bad a driver. I was still able to control it but only at a reasonable speed. Plus, I have a fear of scratching the car as I have no idea how much it cost, but I know it's gonna be a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third on the list is that I got sick this week. It started off with a sorethroat. No biggie. Did what I usually do, go to any shop that sells Strepsils, go in, look for the one with honey and lemon flavour, take a box, and pay for it. Prescription: Finish the whole box which is 24 tablets. If sorethroat still remains afer 24 tablets is up, buy another 6 tablets until the sorethroat is gone. That how I deal with sorethroat. I rarely go to the doctors for these minor ailments because they charge awful high just for lozenges. And now, I got the flu. My way to deal with it? Just let it be, let it recover by itself. The cause of these two minor ailments all of a sudden? I already know who it is. She has been complaining about it to me a few days back. Then we met up, and right after that it was my turn. So who caused it, you be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's about it. That's all that happened to me this week. Oh wait, there's one more thing. My watch, which has been with me for about one and a half years suddenly went out of commision. The glass on top, for some reason that I could neither explain nor think of, broke. It was shattered without me noticing. Luckily I have a reserve watch, but that too has a shortcoming. The battery went out. I have been procrastinating on replacing the battery since last September. And seeing that I do not have much of a choice now, I have to replace the battery with a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Now I think that's all about it from me on what happened so far this week. Going to go out for the next two days. Gonna be very tired after all that. And I still have to go to work on Monday. Well, that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now... L'oncle Ben signing off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-7881861914507983508?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7881861914507983508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=7881861914507983508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7881861914507983508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7881861914507983508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/01/mumble-jumble.html' title='Mumble Jumble...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R5CnS7JvD2I/AAAAAAAAADs/BNlhDal_9oM/s72-c/Nissan+Fair+Lady.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-6395810878894569340</id><published>2008-01-08T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:42:05.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth or Bullshit??</title><content type='html'>Since Shi Min you wanted an update, fine I'll update my blog. If not I doubt I will hear the end of it. So just to entertain you, I found something that I thought it to be rather absurd at first, but then when you take the time to mull it over, it does start to make some sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I saw while I was channel surfing during my holidays. Let me clear something before we proceed. My holidays and my course mates' holidays are totally different. That is because I'm working and some of them are not. So this holida I'm talking about was in teh month of November. That was the time when I was most free, hence the ability to waste time on channel surfing. Now that I've cleared that up, I'll begin with the dialogue. It's between this guy whose actual name and screen name excapes me (Guy), and Ben Stiller (BS), whose screen name escapes me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: So, are you prepared for the big date tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS: Yup... (waves a condom int the air) All I need is this baby. This is gonna be a huge night for me, I'll tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No man... It's only your first date... You should take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS: Then what the hell you suppose I do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: You should masterbate before your date man... That's like the most basic thing for a guy to do before he goes on a date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bs: WHAT!!?? NO!! I am not going to masterbate if I can have sex with such a sexy lady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Well, that's the thing... You keep having the thought that you gonna have sex with until the point where you're not concentrating on what is actually happening at that very moment... If you masterbated before the date, you need would be satisfied... So you won't be wanting it when you're on the date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~end~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about much it. Anyone has any comment or view on that? Because I was pretty much stunned when I saw that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-6395810878894569340?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6395810878894569340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=6395810878894569340&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6395810878894569340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6395810878894569340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/01/truth-or-bullshit.html' title='Truth or Bullshit??'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-1799718352437466766</id><published>2008-01-01T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:45:30.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Wanna Miss a Thing...</title><content type='html'>This song totally signifies what I'm feeling at this very moment, and every moment to come in the next 39 days. Although we will be busy with our own agenda, it provides insufficient excuse nor reason for me not to be there for you, not being there with you. Hope you enjoy this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;While you are far away and dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Well, every moment spent with you&lt;br /&gt;Is a moment I treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying close to you&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;br /&gt;Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna stay with you&lt;br /&gt;In this moment forever, forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one smile&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one kiss&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Right here with you, just like this&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you close&lt;br /&gt;Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;br /&gt;And just stay here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;For all the rest of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna fall asleep, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-1799718352437466766?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1799718352437466766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=1799718352437466766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1799718352437466766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1799718352437466766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-wanna-miss-thing.html' title='Don&apos;t Wanna Miss a Thing...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-8393337667627575903</id><published>2008-01-01T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:47:17.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>It's is now year 2008, and the first post on of the year on the first day of the year would recap what I did on New Year's eve to usher in this year. Just to give the initial picture, I went out the whole day, from 8.30 in the morning, until roughly around 1.30 in the morning. Who I went out with? I went out with someone dear to me, someone whom I recently learn to cherish and appreciate more. If you still can't figure out the relationship between the two of us, you are not worthy of being my friend. I was just joking. Enough with that, now with the actual story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left her house around 9 in the morning. Actually, we were suppose to leave earlier, but both of us felt a bit reluctant to leave the comfort of our bed. So we took a drive up to Malacca to enjoy the A'Famosa Animal World Safari. Yes, you got it right. We drove, or rather I drove and she enjoyed the ride (at least I think she enjoyed it) all the way to Malacca just for the animal world. We could have got there a bit earlier, but a mistake in navigation took out some time to right that wrong. However, we later found out that even with the navigational error, our timing was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached there around 12 noon. By the time we got our ticket all sorted out, it was nearly 12.30 noon. Just in time for lunch as I was getting hungry. Took our lunch and we started walking around the safari. I said our timing was perfect because by the time we finish our lunch and looking around the animals that is on display, it was nearly time for the shows that are on display. We went to all four shows which is like one after another. So there is no need to find other things to do to fill your free time while waiting for the next show. There was something interesting though. There was a tour group from Iran, and before every show starts, they would dance to the music and entertain the crowd. Even a small child, i think her age was around 5 to 7 years old followed I think her sisters dancing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were done there around 5 in the afternoon. Then we drove back to KL. We were celebrating a friends birthday, which was actually today. But seeing that she has other plans today, her friends just thought of celebrating it few hours earlier. After that, we all went to Titiwangsa, supposedly to enjoy the full spectacle of the fireworks. End up, part of our vision was blocked by buildings and trees around the area. When that was over, we all went home. There was nothing much to do really after the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great day out. And it was a great way to end a below average year for me. I know some of you would ask: "I thought you said you wanted to concentrate on your studies?", or "what about your personal goal?". Well, my answer to your question would be: Let say in order for you to go back home via public bus, you can only take 2 particular bus ie Bus #5 and Bus #7. And between these two busses, Bus #5 stops directly in your housing area, and Bus #7 stops somewhere near your housing area. If you are waiting for Bus #5, but Bus #7 arrives earlier, would you take it? That is the situation I was in. I was going to take #5, but #7 stops in front of me, knocking on my door. And it is obvious that I took #7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-8393337667627575903?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8393337667627575903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=8393337667627575903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8393337667627575903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8393337667627575903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-6499379691624453644</id><published>2007-12-30T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T15:54:33.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing batter batter swing...</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a tiring week for me. Been working for most part of the week. On the days that I have my day off, I'm either attending a relatives party, or a small get together that my mum's colleague organised. Apart from that, shopping, movies. All in all, it's been a tiring week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out whole day yesterday with my cousin to do some what I would say last minute shopping. No, not shopping for christmas presents because that would be overdue. It's not shopping for New Year presents because I don't think anyone gives present to each other for New Year. Neither am I shopping for new attires for Chinese New Year. There's still quite some way to go until then. I'm actually talking about last minute shopping for whatever I need to bring over to Australia. Although I'm only going in February, but I still see it as last minute because if I'm not wrong, there isn't any sales in February. I think I spent about RM 400+ just on clothings yesterday. And that's with sales. Just imagine if there isn't any sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished shopping round 4 something i guess. Then we went up to One Utama's upper roof where they have this futsal courts and batting cages. We went and have a look at the batting cages. So happens that there were people batting there. So we just thought of going closer to have a look. There were quite a few groups of youngsters there, and there was also a pair of couple there as well. Both of them batted quite well, though the girl was better than the guy. When the couples left, the groups of youngster came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, my cousin and I would just guess their age just to entertain ourselves. But it turns out that we don't have to, because the youngster did that for us. It turns out, none of them actually knows how to bat properly. They are just batting to impress their girlfriends and or their friends. They ended up embarrasing themselves, and in the meantime entertaining my cousin and I. It's so fun looking at other people take a swing at the ball and miss. It's quite embarrassing for the batter, but it's quite entertaining for the spectators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the group of youngster left, they wass't really anyone there. So I just thought that since there isn't anyone there, it would not be that embarrassing if I went in and take a few swing. So I went and changed a token for the game. Went in, inserted the token and the next thing I know, the previous group of youngster came back. I was like SHIT. Spectators!!! I was never a good batter when I was still in the softball team back in my highschool days. And it's been 3 years since I played softball at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have already inserted the token, might as well go through with it. It's only 15 balls. After 15 balls, it wasn't as bad as I would have thought. Missed 1 or 2 balls, prematurely swing at a few, and the rest made enough contact for the ball to fly. Wasn't really embarrassed, but wasn't really proud of myself either because I did something very stupid. I forgot to relax my muscle before I bat. And I felt the consequences last nite. Both my arms' muscle is very tight. Feeling the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-6499379691624453644?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6499379691624453644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=6499379691624453644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6499379691624453644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6499379691624453644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/12/swing-batter-batter-swing.html' title='Swing batter batter swing...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-4274557051933356981</id><published>2007-12-21T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:01:01.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death...</title><content type='html'>I once heard someone said "When you die, it's only your heart that stops. Your brain still functions. Just that it is not telling your heart to pump blood anymore." I can't really remember from whom I heard it, nor can I remember when I heard it. But, I'm sure I heard it and it's been stuck in my head ever since. It kept me thinking all the time, and it's keeping me awake lately. As if I haven have enough problems on my plate to take into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm still kicking and screaming (just a manner of speaking), I am already doing so many thinking even when my physical body is actually doing something else. I can't imagine what it would be like when I have an eternity of time to think. That is provided that what the person said in the very begining is true. If anyone can prove the authenticity of that statement or claim, please do. I really want to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not joking when I say I have nightmares imagining it. It's not death that gives me nightmares. It's actually the fact that I'm going to lie still for an eternity whole my body rots. I have never been able to stay still for more than 5 minutes, maybe less. It is adamant that my body moves around. Even while sitting in a lecture, thre must be at least some part of my body moving. If not, I will feel restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would a normal person imagine what would it be like when him or herself dies? Would anyone ever imagine that? If there is, please do come forth. I really like to have a chat with you. I want to know what kind of things you do imagine when in that situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-4274557051933356981?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4274557051933356981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=4274557051933356981&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/4274557051933356981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/4274557051933356981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/12/death.html' title='Death...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-2213712659351675316</id><published>2007-12-20T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T00:25:35.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunger...</title><content type='html'>Since I have created a movie list, I was wondering why not I create a To Eat List since I'm leaving for Australia coming February. I really do hope I can enjoy all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Eat List:&lt;br /&gt;1) Dunkin Donuts&lt;br /&gt;2) Cheap Hawker Centre Food&lt;br /&gt;3) Tony Romas In Singapore&lt;br /&gt;4) Baskin Robbins&lt;br /&gt;5) Donut Factory From Singapore&lt;br /&gt;6) Corn in Cup&lt;br /&gt;7) Popiah&lt;br /&gt;8) Uptown Lam Mee&lt;br /&gt;9) Sungai Buloh Fish Head&lt;br /&gt;10) Klang Begger Chicken&lt;br /&gt;11) Zhi Bao Gai (Chicken wrapped in paper)&lt;br /&gt;12) Home cook meals&lt;br /&gt;13) Selayang Bak Ku Teh&lt;br /&gt;14) Wan Tan Mee from Bentung, Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;15) Char Siu from Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;16) Menglembu Peanuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's only for the best part of 10 months, it would be very hard for me as I practically live to eat. Having restriction on my food choices is going to be quite tough on me. The prices we pay for a good education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-2213712659351675316?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2213712659351675316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=2213712659351675316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2213712659351675316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2213712659351675316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/12/hunger.html' title='Hunger...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-3335292443865707445</id><published>2007-12-12T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:25:21.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust...</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me whether did I notice that most of my post recently has been about relationship. Actually, I noticed. And most of them are sort of resenting relationships. I don't resent relationship because someone left a scar on me. I'm not saying that someone actually did that. I think the reason for my lately behaviour is because I'm eager to get into a relationship. Or am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have asked some of you about what you think is most important in a relationship, and further stating that I would post about it. Well, it was sort of a failure because I couldn't get the sufficient information to make a fair judgment. But I'll write a bit about it with no actual data and or information to support it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in my opinion that in a relationship, the most important aspect of it is trusting each other, no matter what other people say. Some people might argue that the most important aspect to a relationship is understanding each other, loving each other, giving each other time. But they might not realise that all those requires trust. Without trust, there would not be any of those mentioned above. Trust might not mean much to most people, but I found out that it is a very very delicate word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaining another person's trust is not an easy thing to do. It's not like gaining a person's trust enough for both of you to be friends. It requires more than that. The other party needs to know that they are able to trust you with certain things like only the two of you knows and or have to know. Also, there are some minor things like not telling every details of the relationship to people around you. Some things are better left unsaid. But that's not the case with couples these days. They tend to tell most things of the relationship to their circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be enough for normal people to start a relationship with people they barely know, or just being able to trust each other not to cheat on them. For me, I feel that it is never that easy. Apart from trusting each other, we still have to trust ourselves. For me, it is easy gaining the trust of others, and it's even easier to throw it out the window. In my opinion, I feel that not only must we get the trust of the other party, we should also gain the trust from ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to explain what I mean by trusting ourselves. But it is clear to say that I'm unable to trust myself with anyone just yet. It is never easy gaining the thrust of oneself. I once had that trust, and I threw it away for one very very idiotic and moronic fantasy. I do not know why I even did that in the first place. On any other given day, I would have had a go at anyone who did that. But now that I have done it myself, I'm at no liberty to have a go at anyone for it. I should instead start with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I understand what they mean by saying "The grass is always greener on the other side". Man are never content with what they have. They always want more. And when they see something that they perceive as better, they start going for it, no matter what. When they finally got it, they realise that it is actually not that better off, or sometimes even worse off. In the process, they will definitely lose out on something. My advice, be content with what you have, because it's the only thing that you are getting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-3335292443865707445?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3335292443865707445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=3335292443865707445&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3335292443865707445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3335292443865707445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/12/trust.html' title='Trust...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-559715156460393912</id><published>2007-11-29T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:24:21.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Situation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B (A guy) and C (A girl) goes out for lunch and a movie. You know, a normal outing teenagers have these days. After that, B sends C home. Nothing out of the ordinary. When reaching C's house, she invites B into the house for a drink and maybe a short chat. B declined the offer and goes home. The thing is, B is interested in C. But there is a problem. The problem is that C just recently got out of a relationship and is quickly reengage in another relationship with a guy she barely knew. And prior to the outing, C told B all about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has B  done the right thing by leaving and not accepted the invite into the house? Or has he blown his chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: B did the right thing in leaving. He knows that C is in a relationship. Although she has just got out of one, but she has strongly indicated that she is now in a new relationship with this other guy. By leaving, B did not get himself involved and or eventually causing havoc in the relationship which is already lacking trust, hence being shaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That's total bullshit. B is just so dumb. He should have accepted her invite and gone into the house. Who knows, the girl might be interested in him and created the whole story up. Who knows what was the girl's real purpose of inviting him in? The girl might be going to confess to B should he went into the house, who knows? her confidence is already shaken up. Why not take full advantege of it? Why not make use of the opportunity that is given?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your take on this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-559715156460393912?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/559715156460393912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=559715156460393912&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/559715156460393912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/559715156460393912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-to-do.html' title='What to do??'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-2734010893941430935</id><published>2007-11-26T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:27:46.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerously close!!!</title><content type='html'>What is dangerously close?? Well, they say picture paints a thousand words, so I'll show you. This is dangerously close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R0mfPL3YRwI/AAAAAAAAADk/QuozKRhGSSA/s1600-h/Thankrgiving009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R0mfPL3YRwI/AAAAAAAAADk/QuozKRhGSSA/s320/Thankrgiving009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136811933224683266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who do not know, the is my head and the scratch is dangerously close to my right eye. It's about 2 to 3 centimeters long, and about 1 centimeter away from my eye. I had these kind of injuries before, but not to this magnitude. This is by far the worst head injury I obtain from playing football or futsal. I had another slight injury some where similar but it's obvious that the previous bump did not leave any serious mark like this new injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my glasses took some of the damage as well. But luckily, it wasn't too damaged to the extent that I can't wear it anymore. Maybe it is a sign to my parents that it is high time for me to change my glasses. I have been hinting to them that I need to change them since I have been wearing them for 4 years now. If that's the case, it is a high price to pay for a new pair of glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope it does heal fast like all my other injuries, because I'll be starting work soon. It's a scary sight to see this particular injury on me for the first time. According to some, I am already a scary sight without the scar. I wonder is there any truth in that. Most of all, I hope there won't be any scar. That's the last thing I want. I already have 2 scar on my body. One small, one rather medium size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-2734010893941430935?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2734010893941430935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=2734010893941430935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2734010893941430935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2734010893941430935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/11/dangerously-close.html' title='Dangerously close!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/R0mfPL3YRwI/AAAAAAAAADk/QuozKRhGSSA/s72-c/Thankrgiving009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-6551889740871501743</id><published>2007-11-25T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:57:13.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never should have let you go...</title><content type='html'>No, that's not the actual title of the song. Tha actual title of the song is Never Gonna Let You Go by Sergio Mendes. Enjoy. I hope you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Guy~&lt;br /&gt;I was as wrong as I could be to let you get away from me&lt;br /&gt;I'll regret that move for as long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;But now that I've come to see the light&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is make things right&lt;br /&gt;So just say the word and tell me that I'm forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna be better than we were before&lt;br /&gt;I loved you then but now I intend&lt;br /&gt;To open up and love you even more&lt;br /&gt;This time you can be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hold you in my arms forever&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try and make up for all the times&lt;br /&gt;I hurt you so&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hold your body close to mine&lt;br /&gt;From this day on we're gonna be together&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I swear this time&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Girl~&lt;br /&gt;Looking back now it seems so clear&lt;br /&gt;I had it all when you were here&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you gave it all and I took it for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Guy~&lt;br /&gt;But if there's some feeling left in you&lt;br /&gt;Some flicker of love that still shines through&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk it out&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about second chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Girl~&lt;br /&gt;Wait and see&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be sweeter than it was before&lt;br /&gt;I gave some then but now I intend&lt;br /&gt;To dedicate myself to giving more&lt;br /&gt;This time you can be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Both~&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hold you in my arms forever&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try and make up for all the times&lt;br /&gt;I hurt you so&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hold your body close to mine&lt;br /&gt;From this day on we're gonna be together&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I swear this time&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[break]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Girl~&lt;br /&gt;So if you'll just say you want me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Both~&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hold you in my arms forever&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try and make up for all the times&lt;br /&gt;I hurt you so&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hold your body close to mine&lt;br /&gt;From this day on we're gonna be together&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I swear this time&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna let you go&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my arms forever&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try and make up for all the times&lt;br /&gt;I hurt you so&lt;br /&gt;Hold your body close to mine&lt;br /&gt;From this day on we're gonna be together&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I swear this time&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-6551889740871501743?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6551889740871501743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=6551889740871501743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6551889740871501743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6551889740871501743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/11/never-should-have-let-you-go.html' title='Never should have let you go...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-7482513625653599645</id><published>2007-11-22T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T18:57:35.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie mania III!!!</title><content type='html'>Yet again, I'm here to update the list of shows that I want to watch and looking for someone to accompany me. The same rules applies, anyone wants to watch a movie that is listed on my list and can not find anyone to watch with, can watch with me. HA HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Game Plan&lt;br /&gt;2) The Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;3) The Golden Compass&lt;br /&gt;4) Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;5) Hitman&lt;br /&gt;6) 30 Days of Night&lt;br /&gt;7) The Last Legion&lt;br /&gt;8) Alvin and the Chipmunks&lt;br /&gt;9) I Am Legend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-7482513625653599645?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7482513625653599645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=7482513625653599645&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7482513625653599645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7482513625653599645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/11/movie-mania-iii.html' title='Movie mania III!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-6725694564926197728</id><published>2007-11-21T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T16:36:53.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged yet again...</title><content type='html'>LIST OF TOP 5 PRESENTS YOU WISH FOR:&lt;br /&gt;1) A new handphone maybe...&lt;br /&gt;2) Some formal clothings...&lt;br /&gt;3) New batteries for my new watch...&lt;br /&gt;4) Some car accessories...&lt;br /&gt;5) Someone to give whatever that is listed in the wish list on the left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PERSON WHO TAGGED YOU IS:&lt;br /&gt;Mei Gan Bee Heong (I hope I spelled your name correctly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR 5 IMPRESSION ABOUT HIM/HER:&lt;br /&gt;1) Studious...&lt;br /&gt;2) A little talkative...&lt;br /&gt;3) Picky eater...&lt;br /&gt;4) Independent...&lt;br /&gt;5) A great friend to have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST MEMORABLE THING HE/SHE HAS DONE FOR YOU:&lt;br /&gt;Er... Er... Giving me back my gay partner?? Does that count??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST MEMORABLE WORDS HE/SHE EVER SAID:&lt;br /&gt;Er... Asking me not to think too much??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER, YOU WILL:&lt;br /&gt;Get bashed by William...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR ENEMY, YOU WILL:&lt;br /&gt;Get bashed by William...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOU ENEMY, THE REASON WILL BE:&lt;br /&gt;Er... No idea... I will let everyone know when I know myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASS THIS TO 10 PEOPLE YOU WISH TO KNOW HOW THEY THINK ABOUT YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1) Peggie&lt;br /&gt;2) Cassie&lt;br /&gt;3) Callie&lt;br /&gt;4) Weng Tze&lt;br /&gt;5) Ansyn&lt;br /&gt;6) Cindy Cheong&lt;br /&gt;7) RuZhen&lt;br /&gt;8) Sue-Anne&lt;br /&gt;9) Wen Harn&lt;br /&gt;10) Ywan Tyng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-6725694564926197728?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6725694564926197728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=6725694564926197728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6725694564926197728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6725694564926197728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/11/tagged-yet-again.html' title='Tagged yet again...'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-5439410960962014029</id><published>2007-11-18T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:45:32.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a dilemma!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes!!! I'm in a dilemma yet again. Initially, it was about what course to study. This was early this year. Then, it was whether to apply for a deferment so that I could spend some time to spend with my now late grandfather. All this 2 dilemmas have been dealt with swiftly at that time. Now, I have yet encountered another major dilemma. It seems that this year is a year of dilemmas for me. I doubt that this third dilemma could be solved so quickly. I think this would be very time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third major dilemma of the year - should I further pursue my personal goal of staying single until the end of 2009, or should I just forget about it? I've been asking myself this question for the pass few weeks, and I have yet to get a definite answer from myself. Why is it so hard to get an answer from oneself to the question oneself asks? And why is it never a simple answer when it comes to relationship problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year now that I have been single. Been enjoying every minute of it. Couldn't say I didn't regret over what I did, but I just have to live with the decision I made. 1 year, without much problems other than assignments and exams. All of a sudden, it just came to me. Out of nowhere. Now, I'm stuck contemplating about it all the time. Creating some sleepless nights, loss of concentration and a slight loss of appetite for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a higher ruling stating that once you are involved in a relationship, you can never run away from it, you must always be in a relationship irregardless of who you are with? Why is it so hard to fight the urge? Why do we as humans, have the urge to get into a relationship at this age in the first place? Is it human nature for us to get into a relationship at this age? Or is it we getting into a relationship at this age that makes it human nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been asked why is it that I see the need to get involved in a relationship on many occasion. And on each occasion, I chose to avoid the question. Now I ask everyone who is in a relationship back: "Why do you see the need to be in a relationship? Would it kill you if you are not in a relationship now?" Let say you only just got into a relationship this year at the age of 19, that gives you about 18 years of single life. You don't seem dead, so why the change in your status all of a sudden? Is it because everyone around seems to be doing it, so you should be doing what other people are doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I'm now wondering whether this constant complaining about relationship is a disguise of my urge to be in 1 myself. Psychologically, when a person keeps complaining about something or someone, they are actually hiding their urge for it or he/she. So does this really mean that although I'm complaining about it out here, I'm actually craving for it deep down? Again, why is it never a simple yes or no question when it involves relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-5439410960962014029?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5439410960962014029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=5439410960962014029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5439410960962014029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5439410960962014029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-dilemma.html' title='In a dilemma!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-1999275983161531330</id><published>2007-11-10T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T18:57:42.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unjust!!!</title><content type='html'>Relationship - a bond between 2 people, but most of the time when people mention relationship, the first thing that comes to their mind is the boy-girl-relationship (BGR). BGR is about 2 person having a certain feeling towards each other. I don't think there is any need for me to explain further about it as I'm sure you all know about it quite well. What I am going to talk about is how unfair, how unjust it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, I feel that some guys are just plain unlucky. When a girl talks to him, his other half would get jealous. And when the conversation is over, she would question him on who was the girl, what were they talking about and all that. It is sort of like a mini interrogation. Whatever the guy tells her, she would only half believe him. But when any guy talks to the girl, her better half is not suppose to get jealous and ask her the same question she asked. Instead, he's suppose to feel grateful that there's someone admiring her and that she's with him. Where is the sense in that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to getting into a relationship, there is of course the going after process. And it is not surprising to see a couple of guys going after the same girl. When that happens, it is perfectly alright for the girl to play around with them and deciding who to choose at a later time. Put a guy in a similar situation whereby there's a few girls going after him. He can't do what the girl did, because then he would be labelled a player. Why can't a guy keep his options open like what the girl is doing? Why is it that the guy has to make the decision at the spot when the girl is allowed time to think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls' degence to these matters would be that "How would I know he trully is in the relationship with me and not just fooling around?". If that's the case, why can't the guy raise the same defence? And why is it that a guy can't end a relationship with a simple reason such as "The feeling is no longer there." without being suspected of having another relationship elsewhere? Yet when the girl use the same reason, the guy cannot question her or suspect her of such things? Hannah, you said "How often do you hear girls cheating on the guy?". I admit that in most cases, he guy cheats on the girl, but I would still say it's unfair to the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you are indicating is that guys have the tendency to cheat more than girls, meaning to say that girls, or female in general always want to keep the relationship intact. Am I correct? I beleive I am. But how about those who hire private investigators to spy on their husband? I don't hear a lot of husband doing that to their wives. Are you telling me that by doing so, they are trying to keep the marriage/relationship intact? By digging up people's secret? Or paying someone to spy on them? If that's the case, I trully pity your better half because his every action is being scrutinized by a very bias check and balance system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, haven females been asking for gender equality for quite some time now? So why is there still differences in treatment to both parties? Or is it just reverse discrimination in progress? Do we males have to think that "Oh, we have discriminated them on their gender for quite some time now. And it's time we repay the favour and not question them in anything. Let them do as they see fit." If that's the case, here's my answer to that: "BULLSHIT!!!" You asked for gender equality, now you have it. And yet you are creating the inequality and labelling men as bastards? Why not ask for reverse discrimination in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the women out there: "If you think he world is against you, it is. Blaming other people doesn't work. When you fight life, life always wins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Girls never realise that sometimes, it is them who drive their better half up the wall and away from them. And after that, they still suspect the guy of having another relationship behind her back. do take note that between the years of 2035 and 2040, it is expected that the females would outnumber the male. By that time, I really want to see if females still act the way they do now seeing that at that time, there won't be enough guys to go around for each female.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-1999275983161531330?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1999275983161531330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=1999275983161531330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1999275983161531330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1999275983161531330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/11/unjust.html' title='Unjust!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-8333402133982399718</id><published>2007-11-05T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:44:12.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traumatized!!!</title><content type='html'>This post will have the 5 most traumatizing moment in my life, starting from No. 5 down to the most traumatizing moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 5 - 2003&lt;br /&gt;This is the one where I lost my IC. Yup, I have lost my IC before. But just that once. I was representing my schoolfor softball in the MSSKL competition. In case you all don't know, MSSKL stands for 'Majlis Sukan Sekolah-Sekolah Kuala Lumpur'. Is that how you spell school in Malay? I can't really remember because it's been a long long time since I used Malay in written form. Forgive me if it is wrongly spelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing the game, and all of us left our bags under a tree because it was noon and it was damn hot. The sacrifice we made as our school's representative, and to think they only pay us RM 10 for the whole competition. None of us were concentrating on our bags as we were more concentrated on the games than any where else. Of course, I only found out about it after the game when I wanted to get my money and buy some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was so shaken up then. Went to S.M.K. Bukit Maluri's office to make a police report. They said I have to make another official police report. I was really scared then. Told my dad when he got home, and he took me to make an official police report. Then he made up a story that I have to stay overnight in the lockup. It got me very scared then and i swear that I won't lose my IC again. Only now I found out that he was lying about the lockup thing. But it got me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 4 - 2007&lt;br /&gt;I still remember this very clearly. It was just a few months back. It happen right opposite the Kelana Jaya LRT station, just underneath the overhead bridge. Was on my way home from college after a short session of self study during my study break. For no reason, this driver in front of me stop all of a sudden. So I was forced to do the same. As did the guy behind me. I made it without hitting the car in front. But the guy behind me wasn't so lucky. He tried to swerve to the left and avoid me, but all he did was made it worst. He clipped the left side of my back bumper, and he hit the car occupying the next lane. End result, he has to pay for both our damages on top of his own damages. Luckily for him he had insurance to cover everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, I was so scared to drive for a few weeks. I tried to avoid as much driving as I possibly could at the stage. Plus, it was just the day before my Micro-economics paper. Couldn't really concentrate for the preparation for the paper, couldn't really concentrate on the paper either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 3 - 2000&lt;br /&gt;This was the year I removed my tonsils. This was also the year I had my UPSR exams. It isn't that big now, but it was then for me. Earlier that year, my left ear always had this sound that is similar to the flatline sound. You get what I mean? Plus, I couldn't really hear properly with my left ear. At first I thought it was nothing and maybe it was because there was water trapped inside as I was swimming regularly then. So I thought nothing of it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a few months, it was still there. And it started to hurt when I went up to Genting with some of my relatives. It hurted as well on our way down. So my mum decided to get it checked out. Turns out, I had a sinus problem that is somehow affecting my ear and my hearing. At that stage, I had already loss about 80% of my hearing. That's only my left ear. Then the doctor strated giving me some meds to help it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more months, nothing seems to turn better. He told me mum that he has to operate on it to suck out whatever it was that was affecting my ear. After discussing with my father, me without having a say of course, they decided t o go ahead with the operation. Everything turned out fine. I can hear properly now. It was very scary, going into the operation room at the age of 12. On top of that, I watched a lot of movies at that age, and most of the moive had people died after entering the operation room. So you can just imagine how traumatized I was to enter that room without my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 2 - 1995 &amp; 1997&lt;br /&gt;This 2 events are tied second on my list. Both involving head injuries, both involving quite an amount of stiches. The first was during Standard 1. I was playing with my friends. Was running around. All of a sudden, I just fell and hit my head on the drain. I got up and continue running after my friend. Only when they stop and started pointing at my head that I realized my head was bleeding. Then I saw a security guard running towards me and he rushed me to the staff's office. One of the teacher took me to get it stiched up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second incident was in Kelantan 2 years later. I was playing around with my toys. I don't even know how, I somehow knock my head against the small coffee table in front of the TV and somehow i started bleeding from my forehead again. Of course, it needed stiches again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might ask what's such a big deal about stiches? you went for operaiton before. Well, it was way before the operation, and I was still a young lad then. I was dead afraid of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 1 - 2007&lt;br /&gt;The most traumatizing incident. And it happend just today, 5th November 2007. For the first time in my life, I was so damn afraid to go into an exam hall. I never felt so unprepaid for a paper before. this was my first time. Although before this, I had never made 100% preparation for any exams before, but I was always prepared for the exams. But today was totally different. I had the feeling that I couldn't even answer a single question when I was walking to my table. I don't want to talk more about it. It's scary enough to go through it once, I don't want to go through it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it, That's the 5 most, or rather 6 Most Traumatizing moments in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-8333402133982399718?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8333402133982399718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=8333402133982399718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8333402133982399718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8333402133982399718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/11/traumatized.html' title='Traumatized!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-8484861460016763852</id><published>2007-10-22T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:27:47.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old faces, yet new looks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RxwY7-wyU8I/AAAAAAAAADU/O_R33eP8QqA/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RxwY7-wyU8I/AAAAAAAAADU/O_R33eP8QqA/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123997894779753410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fine Saturday morning, but it soon turned out to be a disastrous wet Saturday. It did not however, stop me from meeting up with my classmates, my friends from primary school. Although not the whole 49 of us attended, but it was still a sight for sore eyes seeing them again. Some has changed, some have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We basically discussed how we have been lately, whether are we still studying or working. We even went on to discuss whether all of us still single or not. Not only us, we even asked our teachers the last question. We are very open people. So are our teacher. Somehow or rather, we are very close to each other even though we have left primary school 7 years now. What I found out from the teachers is that, although they had received invitation to attend other batch of students gathering, they had only attended ours. That cheered everyone who attended up as we were once labeled as the class where there is a lot of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially in teh eye of our BM teacher - Miss Ong Wen Hui. She has the same name as one our my classmate. It was sort of a coincidence, but I never notice that until now. Anyway, when we were still back in primary school, I remember she always complain that our class will fail our BM paper because she has a very very hard time teaching us. Now, she announced that our class were not that bad as compared to a class that she is having now. Incidently, the sister of one of us was in that class. The thing is, her odler sister- my classmate, was the best in our class. She took the SK standard as compared to all of our SJK standard. Irony isn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our teacher hasn't changed at all. Not from my memory anyway. All of them still teaching. And only one of them still single. At least that's what I thought. But I'm definitely sure she wasn't married yet because I don't see any wedding ring on her ring finger. And also based on the fact that she didn't send us any invitation to her wedding. LOL. Maybe I should bring that up in the next gathering should I attend or if there is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RxwdWuwyU9I/AAAAAAAAADc/8wLrtchzgE8/s1600-h/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RxwdWuwyU9I/AAAAAAAAADc/8wLrtchzgE8/s320/IMG_0046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124002752387765202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the teachers. Now it's turn for the students. Well, like I said most of us didn't changed much. Some of us did. It's like a total face makeover. I'm usually very good at recognizing faces. but when one of them walked in, I can't recall at all until she start talking. It took me awhile to remember her name. But she got my name faster that I got hers. It was kind of embarrasing. One of us eevn took out our old year book to look at our childish faces 7 years ago. My face haven changed one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them didn't really changed much. They still retain their looks from 7 years ago, but they got prettier. Of course, I'm talking about the girls. The guys, well we just retain our faces. One shocking news that we all received on that day was that one of us got married this year. Yes, she got married at the age of 19. Nothing surprising at all. The reason? Well, we're all educated well enough to have a well educated guess as to the reason why she got married at this age. One of us even felt that it (the marriage) is the best thing to happen to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there isn't much more I can say that isn't said or shown. It's real nice to get to see all of you again. hope i can see you all again in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-8484861460016763852?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8484861460016763852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=8484861460016763852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8484861460016763852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8484861460016763852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/old-faces-yet-new-looks.html' title='Old faces, yet new looks!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RxwY7-wyU8I/AAAAAAAAADU/O_R33eP8QqA/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-6406440359620494654</id><published>2007-10-18T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:16:32.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily Frustrated!!!</title><content type='html'>It is now the 13th week, the last week of my first year second semester at Monash. This is the week where all the tips, if any will be given out by lecturers and tutors. So, this is not a week to miss any classes. That was my intention for the whole week, not to miss any class. The things is, when you have the will not to miss any class, it must be matched by the will of the lecturer n tutor to conduct a proper class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I waited for 6 hours plus, from 7 something in the morning until 2 in the afternoon just to attend Money and Capital Markets' lecture. When the lecturer started the so call lecture, he announced that he will be done in half an hour. I was like what the fuck?? Half an hour?? I waited 6 hours for a half an hour lecture? After awhile, I let it slide reminding myself that there is still the tutorial tomorrow. And guess what? At the end of the ridiculously short lecture, he announced that he would not be entering any classes tomorrow. Should we have any question, we just have to go to his room and consult him. Again, "WHAT THE FUCK!!??". I set out not to skip any classes. I set out to attend 7 classes this week. Because of his second announcement, he forced me to skip my business law replacement tutorial tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why is it that lecturers and tutors keep reminding us not to skip any classes, that we have to attend all the classes so that we would get at least a reasonable results in our finals. And yet they indirectly forced me into skipping my class tomorrow? Where is the sense in that? Guess with that, I'm already on borrowed time for my preparation for the final exams. I'm now entering my study break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the frustrated part. Now for the happy part. Like I said, I was in campus at around 7 something in the morning. Had my breakfast, waited for the library to open while doing so. Went into the library slightly pass 8am. purposely got a computer freaking near to a study table so I can have a slot on the study table and a computer to use. Printed out some pass year papers, then I started on some revision. Not bad though. I managed to do 3 chapters until 11 something. Well, effectively it was only 2 chapters as the first chapter does not count. It's only the introduction chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Shi Min at the campus's cafeteria. Then we went to collect our marketing submission. I could find all my friends' submission, but I just can't find mine. Shi Min swore she handed in mine along with hers. After searching through the box intensively twice, I gave up and we went and did some study. It was really some study as we chatted for most part. I can't really remember what we were talking about that led us to discuss about couples and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she said something that is really true. "Boyfriend/girlfriend is not everything you know. Breaking up is not all that bad. It could be worst." (That wasn't really the exact words, but it was roughly there and it carries the same meaning. At least the message was not distorted.) What could be worst? Well, "At least the girlfriend didn't die." My instinctive answer was "Why you so cruel?" After hearing her explain, I realise that it is not cruel at all. What she said is true. Losing your partner to death is much worst than breaking up. Can't really recall what she actually said. Shi Min, if you are reading this, can you re-explain the reason that you told me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it folks, that's what I did today. Chat, waste time and eat. That's all. And exams is about one week away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:"Why you want to die? You can not die I tell you. You die I kill you. You better think it through. I give you 2 minutes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-6406440359620494654?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6406440359620494654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=6406440359620494654&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6406440359620494654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6406440359620494654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/happily-frustrated.html' title='Happily Frustrated!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-112943799664600242</id><published>2007-10-16T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:06:48.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Waster!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9900" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFD79A"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/not-scary.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves you. Isn't that sweet?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scary Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 32% Slacker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaslackerquiz/slacker-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a few slacker tendencies, but overall you tend not to slack.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to relax when the time is right, but you aren't lazy!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaslackerquiz/"&gt;Are You a Slacker?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Stress Level is: 50%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howstressedareyouquiz/stress-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are somewhat prone to stress, especially when life gets hard.&lt;br /&gt;When things are good, you resist stressing over little problems.&lt;br /&gt;But when things are difficult, you tend to freak out and find it hard to calm down.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howstressedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Stressed Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Tomboy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howfeminineareyouquiz/tomboy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're having too much fun to bother with nail polish and crazy diets.&lt;br /&gt;Guys are instead impressed by how much you know and do!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howfeminineareyouquiz/"&gt;How Feminine Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 92% Feminist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouafeministquiz/feminist-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a total feminist. This doesn't mean you're a man hater (in fact, you may be a man).&lt;br /&gt;You just think that men and women should be treated equally. It's a simple idea but somehow complicated for the world to put into action.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouafeministquiz/"&gt;Are You a Feminist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 24% Spoiled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouspoiledquiz/spoiled-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're barely spoiled. You may have some nice things, but you never let them go to your head.&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate each gift you're given - and you don't dwell on what you "deserve" to have.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouspoiledquiz/"&gt;Are You Spoiled?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Interpersonal Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/interpersonal.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shine in your ability to realate to and understand others.&lt;br /&gt;Good at seeing others' points of view, you get how people think and feel.&lt;br /&gt;You have an uncanny ability to sense true feelings, intentions, and motivations.&lt;br /&gt;A natural born leader, you are great at teaching and mediating conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good counselor, salesperson, politician, or business person.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Extrovert, 40% Introvert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/extrovert.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite outgoing&lt;br /&gt;You are a social connector - you know a ton of people&lt;br /&gt;While you aren't a wild extrovert, you are a great talker&lt;br /&gt;A fantastic storyteller, you keep everyone laughing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/"&gt;Are You An Extrovert or An Introvert?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 84% Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/happy-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unlikely that you know anyone happier than you.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to be happy, no matter what life throws at you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B6B6C2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn Spanish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D7D6DE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/spanish.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, learning a language is about career advancement and communication.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Spanish will bring you tons of possiblities for jobs and travel. Bárbaro!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/"&gt;What Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Attitude is Better than 70% of the Population&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourattitudequiz/attitude-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a good attitude. While a realist, you do see the positive side of most things. People love to be around you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourattitudequiz/"&gt;How's Your Attitude?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's Not a Violent Bone in Your Body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/violent-3.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're cool and collected, even when someone really gets under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;And while you don't blow up when you're angry, you know how to express your anger calmly.&lt;br /&gt;You don't bottle emotions up or let them get out of control. For you, violence would never be an option.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/"&gt;Could You Be Violent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Romantic Realist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouromanticorrealisticquiz/romantic-realist.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be grounded when it comes to romance.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you can fall hard... but only for someone you've gotten to know.&lt;br /&gt;And once you're in love, you can be a total romantic goofball...&lt;br /&gt;But you'd never admit it to your friends!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouromanticorrealisticquiz/"&gt;Are You Romantic or Realistic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-112943799664600242?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112943799664600242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=112943799664600242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/112943799664600242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/112943799664600242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-waster.html' title='Time Waster!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-1496756717828217182</id><published>2007-10-16T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:29:23.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technologies vs. Human Touch</title><content type='html'>A while ago, I heard on the morning radio that some western country is going to computerize their shopping malls. Meaning to say, they will lay off most of their labour force and replace them with technologies. The technology that they were talking about is a self check counter. This self check counter will be similar to those existing machines tat you can find in shopping malls all around the world. Instead of having it at the cashier, they are planning to install it onto the trolley. So that when you take something off the shelf, you just scan the item and drop it into the trolley. At the end of your grocery shopping, the attendant at the cashier would just look at your machine on the trolley and require you to pay the amount shown there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite innovative for them to come up with that idea. It will definitely help reduce the line and time spent just waiting to pay for your groceries. The supermarket can also save cost as they do not have to hire that much worker anymore. This new proposal machine will help customer save time and energy, and it will also help the supermarket save cost. That particular country's scientist even suggested that this machine to be used not only in supermarket but everywhere as well. Is it a win-win situation for both the consumer and shopowners should that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one am against the implementation of this new machine everywhere else. I do not object against implementing it in supermarkets. I agree that implementing these machine in supermarkets will help a lot. But not in small shops or outlets. In these small shops or outlets, you usually get discounts when you shop there often enough. And from time to time, you get to have a little chat with the shop owner. Sometimes, you get to buy something from the shop that is not even on display yet. That is the perks of shopping at a shop often. If they replace every shop with the new machine, all these will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, shoppers will find their lives very dull because their shopping are no longer filled with conversation. It is just getting what they want, pay for it and leave. Sometimes, I even find a short chit-chat with the stalls' owner relaxing and soothing. These are the people that you know for quite sometime. These are the people who knows your family. Are you willing to replace all that for a piece of machine? I know I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Don't rely on technology, machines are easy to break.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-1496756717828217182?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1496756717828217182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=1496756717828217182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1496756717828217182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1496756717828217182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/technologies-vs-human-touch.html' title='Technologies vs. Human Touch'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-4955858141108331381</id><published>2007-10-12T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:06:00.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's here but not here!!! He's gone but not gone!!!</title><content type='html'>Its nearing the 100 days mark now. That is the amount of days that my grandfather has left me and my family. Out of these 100 days, I have pushed him out of my thoughts. Or rather my work have done that for me. With assignments and all, there isn't really much time for me to concentrate on other things. Now, I'm giving myself some restbite. I'm putting all my work aside thise weekend. The family is having a gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard hearing the news on that faithful Sunday morning. I was preparing for another trip down to be with him the following week. Guess that plan got brought forward for the wrong reason. Everyone in the family expected it though, but none of us could tell when exactly. He was getting weaker by the week since he's been here. Then he would be better off for one weekend, and then he would get weaker again. It has been like that for the best part of a month or so. Guess it was a blessing for him and the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to talk much about the sad things now. Just want to dedicate the following song to him. found it quite suitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shine your Light by Robbie Robertson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cry of the city like a siren's song&lt;br /&gt;Wailing over the rooftops the whole night long&lt;br /&gt;Saw a shooting star like a diamond in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Must be someone's soul passing by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the streets&lt;br /&gt;Where we used to run where your Papa's from&lt;br /&gt;These are the days&lt;br /&gt;Where you become what you become&lt;br /&gt;These are the streets&lt;br /&gt;Where the story's told&lt;br /&gt;The truth unfolds&lt;br /&gt;Darkness settles in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light down on me&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up so I can see&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength&lt;br /&gt;To carry on, carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be a hero&lt;br /&gt;Just an everyday man&lt;br /&gt;Trying to do the job the very best he can&lt;br /&gt;But now it's like living on borrowed time&lt;br /&gt;Out on the rim, over the line&lt;br /&gt;Always tempting fate like a game of chance&lt;br /&gt;Never wanna stick around to the very last dance&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I stumble and take a hard fall&lt;br /&gt;Loose(?) hold your grip off the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light down on me&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up so I can see&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw him walking by the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;Maybe trying to find his way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's here but not here&lt;br /&gt;He's gone but not gone&lt;br /&gt;Just hope he knows if I get lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light down on me&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up so I can see&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;To carry on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-4955858141108331381?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4955858141108331381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=4955858141108331381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/4955858141108331381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/4955858141108331381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/hes-here-but-not-here-hes-gone-but-not.html' title='He&apos;s here but not here!!! He&apos;s gone but not gone!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-182113289600148598</id><published>2007-10-10T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:37:08.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Interesting!!!</title><content type='html'>I found out something very very interesting today. Or rather I was being told of something very very interesting today. I got this little information from my marketing tutorial today. You see, the thing with marketing is that it enables you to learn things that noone else will teach you, it provides you information that no other course can provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing that I found out today was that guys cano not wear panties for one particular reason. All this while, I know that guys can not wear panties for one reason and one reason only. That reason is - it's just morally wrong for a guy to wear panties. It's totally wrong for a guys to wear one. Who in their right mind would do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are some who don't act their right mind. No, it's not someone I know personally who wore a panty before. It is not someone my family knows as well. If any of you watched the comedy series 'Friends' before, then you should know what I'm talking about. Actually, I wasn't really sure he actually wore it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to topic. The reason I found out today about why guys are not suppose to wear panties is because of the material used. According to my tutor, should a guy wear 1, it will break in hours or maybe less. Depending on the guys 'action'. When the tutor asked the guys what they think the reason was, the answers that came out was:&lt;br /&gt;1) Because of our different organ?&lt;br /&gt;2) Because very tight?&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;4) Is it because of the lace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. Guys can't wear panties not totally because it's morally worng to do so, but it's because the materials used for the panties are not strong enough for guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-182113289600148598?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/182113289600148598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=182113289600148598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/182113289600148598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/182113289600148598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/something-interesting.html' title='Something Interesting!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-5931005290220760429</id><published>2007-10-08T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:29:57.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different side of the story!!!</title><content type='html'>It was a nice day, and it was the day I breath a sigh of relief. I just handed in my last assignment of the semester. The havoc creating MYOB. It has created such havoc that my mind has lost track of the date and all of its surroundings. Luckily, it regain its 'consciousness' the moment I hand in my assignment. Right now, I don't care if I got anything wrong, I don't care if I did not reach the word limit. All i care now is handing it in. That's all. Nothing else matters anymore. Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the holidays, the final exams looks so much closer. Before the holiday, it was still 6 weeks to go. So no hurry. Now after the holidays, it's only 3 weeks left to my first paper. If I'm not wrong, it's going to be Marketing paper. My last paper wouuld be 1 week later, which will be my Money and Capital Markets' paper. And yet at this very moment, I'm not concern at all about it. All I'm thinking about right now is who to watch Resident Evil: Extinction with and when to watch it. Some of you would say I'm out of my mind. Some of you would say "Still the same old Ben." Me? I'll say "So who want to watch it with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not THAT concern about Marketing and Money and Capital Markets. I'm sort of confident about these 2 subjects. Confident to the extent that I would not fail them. Business Law is a totally different matter. I can't say I'm confident about it, but I can't say I'm not confident about it. I think I'm sort of overconfident about it, but at the same time taking nothing for granted. I'm not sure how people usually clasify that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject I'm worried about most is my Introductory Accounting B. The first thing is, it's mostly theory. Those who studied with me for quite a while would have heard me complain about theory work all the time. So i'm not so confident about the subject which is supposedly under my first major. Maybe I want to switch my major from accounting to Human Resource. As I told one of my friends today, "HR is the only department whereby you wouldn't get cut when you start working. Instead, you get to fo the cutting." But that means I'm sort of like jumping around again, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~People working in HR dish out all the cutting because they receive all the cutting when they were HR students in university.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-5931005290220760429?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5931005290220760429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=5931005290220760429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5931005290220760429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5931005290220760429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/different-side-of-story.html' title='Different side of the story!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-880116127808366079</id><published>2007-10-06T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:27:48.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Til Death Do You Part!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rwb8kOwyU5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/yt8LTb1oAAU/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rwb8kOwyU5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/yt8LTb1oAAU/s320/P1010018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118055725921358738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you, Mr. and Mrs. Glenn's first name. To tell the truth, I have no idea what Glenn's first name is. In fact, I don't even know which country is he a citizen of. That is because I heard he was formally a Malaysian or Singaporean, then he migrated to London. So I don't know whether he applied for PR over there or he stick to his original citizenship which I also have no idea is with which country. It doesn't matter that much, because now we are family. It doesn't matter where he's from. As long as he can get use to this part of the family, I don't see any problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their wedding was actually 15th September 2007. I only put it up now because I just got some of the photos. These are the photos taken by my dad. Doesn't really look nice though. Magdalene's brother have some much better photos, But he's currently busy with something. So he is unable to pass those photos around. Heard he was suppose to crop out some weights and double chin. HAHA... Wish him luck on that. He has some very demanding aunts. So do I. ~Smirking~ will update the photos when I get them. That is if I remembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding announcement came to me as a total surprise because I was not aware that she was dating all this while. Well, Who am I to know right? That's what all my friends told me. But the thing is, my house is usually the news centre of my mother's side. Whatever happens in that family, my house would usually be the first few people to know about it. guess I didn't get the memo or I wasn't attentive enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rwb_IuwyU6I/AAAAAAAAADE/ypBPYkWUmDg/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rwb_IuwyU6I/AAAAAAAAADE/ypBPYkWUmDg/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118058552009839522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the flower girls. Aren't the cute? Too bad my dad didn't take some of the older, more mature flower girls. Hope PK did got some. No, I'm not being a pervert. I just want to see whether did I miss out on anything, or anyone on this matter. I know for a fact that I have missed out on a very very nice and elegant dinner. there was wine as well. That to me is a very big miss. Everyone who knows me knows that I'm an alcoholic. Can't blame me. Been brought up that way. It's sort of a good thing too. At least I won't get drunk that easily and be cheated by people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RwcAZuwyU7I/AAAAAAAAADM/zCn5hMDGApo/s1600-h/P1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RwcAZuwyU7I/AAAAAAAAADM/zCn5hMDGApo/s320/P1010012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118059943579243442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read correctly. I didn't go for the wedding. I miss my cousin's wedding. It's not the first time. I missed another of my cousin's wedding. I missed 2 of her wedding actually. No, she didn't get married, divorce then get married again. She had 2 wedding. One in Malaysia, one in the states. This is to accommodate both side because her husband was an American born Scottish if I'm not wrong. They eventually gave birth to 2 very cute son, whom I such obsessed with. Guess it's a trend for me, missing my cousin's wedding. I really hipe it doesn't happen again. Becaus i don't want to miss out on anymore weddings. I don't want to miss out on the alcohol again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-880116127808366079?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/880116127808366079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=880116127808366079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/880116127808366079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/880116127808366079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/til-death-do-you-part.html' title='&apos;Til Death Do You Part!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rwb8kOwyU5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/yt8LTb1oAAU/s72-c/P1010018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-4584547149788389447</id><published>2007-10-03T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:28:18.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ocean Deep bt Cliff Richard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, can't you see I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Can't you give this fool a chance&lt;br /&gt;A little love is all I ask&lt;br /&gt;A little kindness in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me behind&lt;br /&gt;No, don't tell me love is blind&lt;br /&gt;A little love is all I ask&lt;br /&gt;And that is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh love , I've been searching so long&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching high and low&lt;br /&gt;And little love is all I ask&lt;br /&gt;A little sadness when you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll need a friend&lt;br /&gt;Only please don't let's pretend&lt;br /&gt;A little love is all I ask&lt;br /&gt;And that is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I wanna spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't fly&lt;br /&gt;As a string of pearls&lt;br /&gt;The pretty girls go sailing by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;## Ocean deep&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid to show my feelings&lt;br /&gt;I have sailed a million ceilings&lt;br /&gt;Solitary room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean deep&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever find a lover&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she has found another&lt;br /&gt;And as I cry myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I know this love of mine I'll keep&lt;br /&gt;Ocean deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now , can't you hear when I call&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear the word I say&lt;br /&gt;A little love is all I ask&lt;br /&gt;A little feeling when we touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still alone&lt;br /&gt;I've got a heart without a home&lt;br /&gt;A little love is all I ask&lt;br /&gt;And that is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat **&lt;br /&gt;Repeat ##&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely , lonely , lonely&lt;br /&gt;(Ocean deep)&lt;br /&gt;On my own in my room&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely&lt;br /&gt;(Ocean deep)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely , I'm so lonely ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-4584547149788389447?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4584547149788389447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=4584547149788389447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/4584547149788389447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/4584547149788389447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/ocean-deep.html' title='Ocean Deep'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-423689697214005687</id><published>2007-10-03T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:12:33.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second chances!!!</title><content type='html'>Second chances are basically just another opportunity for a person to do what he or she was suppose to do right in the first place. Second chances usually comes when a person screws something up when he is given the initial chance. It is normal for people to ask to be given a chance. It is even more common for people to ask for second chances. And more often than not, second chances are usually given easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, second chances are not giving people another shot at getting things right. It is another chance for that particular person to screw things up again. Most probably that person is going to screw up the same way he screwed up the first time. The difference is, you will be expecting the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one gets a second chance, he or she would act in a manner that seems that they are willing to change. That is, of course just the starting period. After a period of time, consciously or unconsciously he or she would return to their normal state. Meaning to say, that person would go back to the way he was prior to him screwing up the first time. Like I said, the difference between the first and second chance is that you will be expecting him to screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, second chances are not so much of another opportunity for a particular person to do something, but it is more of an expectation of failure. When you give a second chance to somebody, you will unconsciously act in a conservative manner. You would be very cautious as compared to the first time, because you know that this particular person has the ability to fail as he or she has proved it in the past. So, when you are about to give someone a second chance, ask yourself whether does that person deserve it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything inside me is telling me if I give you a second chance, you will make me look like a total fool. Now look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   ~Samuel L. Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-423689697214005687?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/423689697214005687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=423689697214005687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/423689697214005687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/423689697214005687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/second-chances.html' title='Second chances!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-7595803844713375012</id><published>2007-10-03T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T10:49:52.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadtrip!!!</title><content type='html'>As some of you who tried to contact me through MSN yesterday would know, I went to Sungkai. first of all, I would like to thank my friends (they know who they are), for bringing me there last year. Now I have another place to enjoy and relax myself. I am really grateful for the cirlce of friends that I have because all of them know different places to enjoy. So when they share it with me, I know all sorts of different places to go to. The downside is that knowing so many places costs a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went and picked up my cousins in the morning. We went and had our breakfast at the OldTown Cafe near in Kota Damansara. After that, we drove, or rather I drove down to Sungkai which is located in between Ipoh and KL. It took about one hour plus for us to get there. To enter the hotspring, you have to pay entrance fees. The fee has increased to RM8. It was RM5 when I went last year. We were in there for only an hour because my cousins can't take it. One of them was on teh verge of fainting. This doesn;t mean anything bacause the 3 of us were so smart to be there taking a dip in a hotspring around noon time. There were only the 3 of us there at that time. 3 idiots, 3 moron, 3 dumbass, 3 crazy buggers tortuting themselves under the hot sun in the hotsprings. But then again, if we weren't crazy buggers, we won't be there in teh first place, and we won't have much fun since our childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we dry ourselves up, we took another hour drive to Ipoh just to eat the Ipoh Hor Fun. I know what you are thinking. 3 idiots having too much time on their hands with too much money to spend. Actually, on partial of that statement is correct. We were having too much time on our hands. However, all 3 of us are broke. and yet we still went and do what we did. This is the bond of cousins that not many people would understand and get to enjoy. I pity those people who can't enjoy what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we drove all the way back to USJ 15 for the girls to do their facial. Me? No, I didn't do facial. I just sit there and wait for them. It wasn't all that broing as I would have expected in the first place though. Although they were doing their facial, all 3 of us were talking all the time. Come to think of it, I don't think there was a time we stop talking throughtout the trip other than during movie time later on. Yes, we even went for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After facial, we went to one of my cousin's house so she could drop her bags off and change a set of clothes. Then it was off to 1U for dinner and subsequently movie. We had A&amp;W. It was terrrible. I don't know how they can survive and pay the rent, because as far as I know, the rent in 1U is not that cheap. and as far as I know, not many people eats at A&amp;W. On top of that, the food are just terrible. The cooked it and leave it on the counter for don't know how many hours. Then they serve the cold, hardened hot dog or burgers to customers. How can they do business like that. What my cousins say are true. "Because run by ____ mah!!!" I don't want to list out what is in the blank because I don't want to get them into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between our dinner and movie, we went around helping my cousin look for a present that she and her friends were going to get for another friend's 21st birthday. It was here that further proved that I a genderless. That is what my cousins refer me s nowadays. I started giving opinions from both sex's point of view. I guss it's a good thing to be a genderless right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day, we talked about a lot of stuff. That is why we couldn't stop talking. We talked about out country and its interior (I hope you get what I mean), we talked about the conservativeness of Malaysian and in the process teaching one of my cousin what a dildo is, and touched on our family history and dirty story. It was a fun day overall. To top things off, I have class today at 8am and I only reach home about 12 smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phrase of the day: It runs in the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-7595803844713375012?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7595803844713375012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=7595803844713375012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7595803844713375012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7595803844713375012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/roadtrip.html' title='Roadtrip!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-7024937126241211036</id><published>2007-09-30T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:15:27.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise!!!</title><content type='html'>I finally found my paradise. People usually refer paradise island escape. Me? My paradise goes by the name of Vivo City. It is a shopping centre in Singapore. It is located in Harborfront, just adjacent to the Harborfront Centre and quite near Sentosa Island. It is truly my paradise, and my heaven on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a person like me who does not really like shopping, I didn't even want to go home when it was about time. I do not know about those who really like shopping. I think they would want to camp in the shopping centre. That's what I would want to do given the choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought i was going to be a boring afternoon. It was planned that I would meet up with my aunt for the afternoon since I was in Singapore. I said I want to go have lunch, shop a bit and play a bit. On Saturday night, both of us were thinking hard what to do the next day. because both of us don't really like shopping, and Sentosa Island is just too big for half a day. Then I remembered someone telling me about Vivo City being new and all, so I suggested we go take a look. We thought it would be just a walk, less than an hour and we would be out of there. We were so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at one of the Japanese shop. I can't really remember the name of the shop. After that, we went opposite to Candy Empire to get my licorice. We were in there for about 20 minutes. The sweets and chocolate in there were just SO SO SO tempting. I wanted to take pictures and show it, but there was a sign in the shopping centre saying no taking photos. I think they are trying to maintain their creativity or innovative-ness or something. So I just obey the sign. The choices there are REALLY REALLY tantalising!!! We can't stop looking at everything. Too bad they don't offer free samples. Maybe they are smart at not offering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went upwards, the only way to go. At the centre court, we saw very very cheap wines. Some of it only cost S$19, the quality of it I'm not so sure of it. They offered free sample but we didn't take any. We then circle the ground floor. We didn't see nothing much because this is the floor with all the most expensive stuff. We did however went into a shoe shop to take a look. It's mostly for corporate women. But it's worth a look anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With nothing much to see, we went to the second floor. This floor would be filled with moderate priced items. So we took our sweet time to look around. We entered a shop named 'Chocolate Factory'. The name itself was so tempting to the extent we were hungry even right after our lunch. Of course, we went in and take a look. 100gs of a particular chocolate cost bout S$20+. Although it's expensive, it didn't stop us from having a look around. I saw a basket of pieces of white and normal choclate. It is so nice that I am sure it will increase the aroma of my chocolate chip cookies. Too bad, it has been a long time since I made them and it is darn expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then got out of the shop to rid ourselves of the cruel temptation. We just blindly walk around after that. Without noticing, we got into an electonical shop. We spent about 45 minutes in there. Enjoying the newest flat screen monitors, LCDs TV, Plamsa TVs, PS3, Xbox 360 and the sound system. Although we know nothing much about it and having no intention of buying any, we still got lured into asking prices of everything, touching it, drooling over it. I did most of the drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 3 hours of shopping, we went to Figs &amp; Co to have our teabreak, or rather pit stop for our soon to be shop-a-thon. We had strawberry cheese cake and brownies. They were just superb. But it came at a price. It cost around S$15 - S$20. After recharging, we went to continue our shop-a-thon. I bought a present for my father's birthday. Then we went to Hang Ten and got myself a cuople of jeans. I have been wanting to get 1 for quite some time now, I just couldn't find the right one or the right price. Now i found the suitable colour and cutting, and it price ain't that bad either. They have this offer whereby when you buy 1 piece of anything you get 10% off, 2 piece you get 30% off, and four piece and above 40%. On top of that, you will get another S$10 off the final price for every purchase of S$50. I bought 2 jeans and a t-shirt for myself and 3 t-shirt for my sister. Actually, it was my aunt who bought all those stuff. She said it's my birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did buy something for myself as well. I did so for 3 reasons. The first is because my birthday is coming. So I thought of buying a little preent for myself. Second is to reward myself for behaving throughout the year until now. And lastly, I just wanted some guyinh stuff to decorate my already girlish study table. Everyone who has seen my table keep asking me whether I'm a girl or a guy. So I want to clear things out now. I'm a guy. When I fill out any forms, I tick the box indicating 'male'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great day out at Vivo City. It totally changed my preceptionn towards shopping. I really don't mind going back there for another. I have already made a date with my aunt to go again next year. And I'm not breaking that promise. Just to clarify for any new readers of this blog. I'm a GUY!!! Although I talk about shooping like a girl, but I'm a GUY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Wei Sun, I know you have already classify me as genderless. But forms does not have a box for it. So how do I fill? Which do I tick??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-7024937126241211036?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7024937126241211036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=7024937126241211036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7024937126241211036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7024937126241211036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/09/paradise.html' title='Paradise!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-4731753268065467489</id><published>2007-09-28T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:27:50.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New memories!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally have some free time on my hand. Although it is latem and it has been a long day, somehow or rather I still don't feel tired, yet. And finally, I get to see my two nephews. They are just so cute. I just feel like kidnaping them. Too bad, my cousin knows where my house is, they know my parents as well. So there isn't much chance of doing that. The only way I can 'kidnap' them is by taking photos after photos of them, and that's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next few days, I'll be staying at my cousin's house, or rather apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0aS-wyUvI/AAAAAAAAABs/yHEu2E6Quew/s1600-h/Singapore004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0aS-wyUvI/AAAAAAAAABs/yHEu2E6Quew/s320/Singapore004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115273665150341874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the room. Kinda small, but I'm not complaining. I still get to be around my 2 nephews. Actually, the made sleeps here. But we were offered to share the room with her. But we didn't want to disturb her, instead we sleep in the living room. On the sofa and on the floor. It's still comfortable enough though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0bquwyUwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZQ-m6toEkjo/s1600-h/Singapore004.jpg+edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0bquwyUwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZQ-m6toEkjo/s320/Singapore004.jpg+edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115275172683862786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what we did to the room straight away the moment we reached there. I sort of distorted the image because there are just somethings that are not meant to be seen. I'll let your imagination to the wandering. Please, don't ask me what are underneath those blobs as I will not tell. Even if you make your guesses, I will just smile or smirk at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0cV-wyUxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/f26D1oxcXUQ/s1600-h/Singapore005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0cV-wyUxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/f26D1oxcXUQ/s320/Singapore005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115275915713205010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get a clear view of the swimming pool from the balcony. It's not that big. Didn't get mush swimming done when we were down there. But still, it helps relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went and picked up the 2 brats. Got home, wait for dinner time and then have dinner of course. Here are some pictures I took while we were waiting for dinner time. Mind you, it's not atthe highest quality. So don't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0dhewyUyI/AAAAAAAAACE/iAizoCdWW6Y/s1600-h/Singapore011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0dhewyUyI/AAAAAAAAACE/iAizoCdWW6Y/s320/Singapore011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115277212793328418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby actually moved, so that is why the face kinda blurred out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0d8ewyUzI/AAAAAAAAACM/eBQBrKfnMgo/s1600-h/Singapore012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0d8ewyUzI/AAAAAAAAACM/eBQBrKfnMgo/s320/Singapore012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115277676649796402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another shot of the same position though. Don't know which is a better 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0eb-wyU1I/AAAAAAAAACc/5f3TtDspxME/s1600-h/Singapore024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0eb-wyU1I/AAAAAAAAACc/5f3TtDspxME/s320/Singapore024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115278217815675730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of everyone doing their own stuff. Don't all of them look cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0ewewyU2I/AAAAAAAAACk/DWuWgGoPIq8/s1600-h/Singapore032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0ewewyU2I/AAAAAAAAACk/DWuWgGoPIq8/s320/Singapore032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115278570002994018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at him. He knows how to pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0fGOwyU3I/AAAAAAAAACs/1jZsls2wAd4/s1600-h/Singapore028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0fGOwyU3I/AAAAAAAAACs/1jZsls2wAd4/s320/Singapore028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115278943665148786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby, Owen is actually trying to eat some of the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0fZuwyU4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/WDtO2tRZQoE/s1600-h/Singapore000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0fZuwyU4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/WDtO2tRZQoE/s320/Singapore000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115279278672597890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, this picture is just taken out of pure boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-4731753268065467489?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4731753268065467489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=4731753268065467489&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/4731753268065467489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/4731753268065467489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-memories.html' title='New memories!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/Rv0aS-wyUvI/AAAAAAAAABs/yHEu2E6Quew/s72-c/Singapore004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-6866633720982519999</id><published>2007-09-27T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T00:22:44.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon!!!</title><content type='html'>Don's have much time on my hands this few days, but I promise I would update as soon as I have the time and energy to do so. It'll be on second chances. Keep an eye out for it. Got to go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-6866633720982519999?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6866633720982519999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=6866633720982519999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6866633720982519999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6866633720982519999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/09/coming-soon.html' title='Coming soon!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-9155090609776461279</id><published>2007-09-16T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:08:21.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up yours!!!</title><content type='html'>Business law assignment is driving me up the wall!!! I mean, who cares whether can a person sue the restaurant if they are forced to uphold their dinner reservation and dine at the restaurant? And who cares whether when does the contract exist when ordering a meal in the restaurant? These questions are just out of context. I don't see how this would help me in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, is it important for business students to know what the Trade Practices Act do and do not cover? I mean, there are lawyers to tell us that right? I know about 80 law students, there's at least 10 to 15 future lawyers in there. On top of that, there's 2 lawyers i know of in the family. So I still can't see the perpose of business students having to know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I can't even spell words properly for my answer. I keep typing in short forms and abrieviations. Half the time I'm using it to correct my spellings alone. I can't believe I have to slaught through this assignment from the first day my parents are not at home. I thought from the start of the year that this is the time I can have my freedom. Guess not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I have to say to business law now is "UP YOURS!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-9155090609776461279?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9155090609776461279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=9155090609776461279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/9155090609776461279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/9155090609776461279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/09/up-yours.html' title='Up yours!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-3918250509757112733</id><published>2007-09-15T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T16:01:05.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utility man!!!</title><content type='html'>Recently, I notice that I have been a utility man for quite a long time now. What I mean is that whatever people wants done, I'm always the person who gets the call. I'm always at the top of their list. I have no idea why. I have been keeping it quiet for a long time but it's time I voiced out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time now, I have been accompanying my grandmother almost whereever she goes. I'm always her walking stick. I'm the one she always calls when she's at my house ad wants something done. She expects me to be there all the time. It's not that I do not want to do it, but it's just that it has always been either me or my cousin sister. Noone else. Within the family, she has at least 8 grandchild and some of them are more capable of taking care of her than I am. Yet I'm always the one called on duty. What's with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are girls who already has partners but still wants to me accompany them on their biddings. I mean what's the purpose of their other half? Why do I have to be the one when there's someone perfectly or supposingly tailored for it? When I asked, some even answered me: "They don't like shopping with me." What makes you think I like it as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once told me, "If you don't feel like helping, then don't. It's your right." Well, guess I should start exercising my rights. I think I should start being a bit more selfish and less generous. Yeah. I guess I'll start doing that. Doing the right thing isn't always doing the right thing. In other words, being polite to people all the time isn't always good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-3918250509757112733?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3918250509757112733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=3918250509757112733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3918250509757112733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3918250509757112733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/09/utility-man.html' title='Utility man!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-5932796980584600026</id><published>2007-09-14T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T13:04:00.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fool?? Who??</title><content type='html'>This would make someone very very happy. You told me this would happen, but i pushed away your advice. I pushed away whatever you said. I even thought of punching you when you said that. Now you must be very happy to hear me say: "I made a fool out of myself!!!" Happy now? Satisfy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MADE A FOOL OUT OF MYSELF!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-5932796980584600026?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5932796980584600026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=5932796980584600026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5932796980584600026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5932796980584600026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/09/fool-who.html' title='A fool?? Who??'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-7130841934535082997</id><published>2007-09-08T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T16:17:18.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things I would like to say!!!</title><content type='html'>Here are a few things I would like to say out loud to some certain people. Of course I would not directly say who it is for, but it is for more than 1 person. So here goes. I would like to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I'm not as smart as you think I am. So please stop asking me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I'm 19 already. I know what is right and wrong. So please bugging me on how I should behave and act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ So what if I got a car? You think it's fun driving around all day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Why can't you listen to my reasoning for once? Why do you have to be hard headed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ When are you going to start trustng me at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I hate it so stop doing that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Why can't you be more a man and stop doing whatever it is that she ask you to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Why do you keep insisting on going over when the distance between you 2 are not that far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ When are you going to wake up and face reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ So what if that's the case? I'm willing to go through it no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Why not you give me a chance to prove you wrong? Or at least give you yourself a chance to prove me wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I'm asking you to trust me on this. I know pain and suffering more than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I will not mess up like my predecessors, that is a promise I make to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Can you please shut up for once?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-7130841934535082997?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7130841934535082997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=7130841934535082997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7130841934535082997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-1231255647218647449?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1231255647218647449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=1231255647218647449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1231255647218647449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1231255647218647449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-stress.html' title='I&apos;m stress!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-1031342186997043998</id><published>2007-09-03T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T19:33:09.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something wrong!!!</title><content type='html'>You know there's something wrong with me when I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Start skipping around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Smile for no reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Say no to alcohol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Say no to any outing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Say I'm done with my assignment two days or more before the due date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Say I started on my assignment when it's not the last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Say I'm going to uni when I do not have class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Turn down the opportunity to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Sms you for no apparent reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Stop making sense to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Stop doing last minute work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-1031342186997043998?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1031342186997043998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=1031342186997043998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1031342186997043998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1031342186997043998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-wrong.html' title='Something wrong!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-2345462510965691813</id><published>2007-09-01T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:46:59.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Friends!!!</title><content type='html'>I have not thought of them since 2004. That was the year they left me. That was the year they left everyone behind. That was the year, they pass away. Both Mohd. Syimir and En. Suffian. One a classmate, another a mentor, but both my friends. Both came back to my thoughts just today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohd. Syimir left us mid 2004. I remember it because it was after our mid-term exams. During then, he was having fever, and yet he went all the way to school to take his exams. During a 1 week break after the exams, he was admitted to hospital. It was then that everyone found out he had dengue. Then, he was put into ICU ward for close inspection. The whole class was devastated at that fact. We as a class even went all the way to the hospital to visit him after school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some visit him everyday. While some of us visited him once. You can clearly see that the class's thoughts were with him all the time, even when we were suppose to be concentrating in class. 2 to 3 weeks later, things changed for everyone. It was a gloomy Monday morning. The school was having an assembly. 7 something in the morning, a prefect picked up a call in the office. It was from a a student's mum who was close with Syimir's family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon getting the news, that prefect rushed to the assembly hall and looked for me. I was surprised that he looked for me in the first place. When I asked him about that, he said I was the classmate and I should know about it. I was confused. I asked him what should I know about. He just said: "Syimir died." I just stood rooted there. Stunned. I think I was staring into thin space for about 10 seconds before he brought me back. Upon that, I knew I had to tell the rest of the class because it was clear that he did not want to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much hesitation and reluctance, I interrupted the principal in her speech. I did not know what I was doing then, but I was well aware that all the staff were looking at me. I told her what happened, and she said to me: "You and your class are dismissed from the assembly. Take them up to your classroom and there will be no class for the rest of the day." And all of a sudden, she just gave me a short hug. At this point, I was sure the whole school was looking at me. I did not care. I did what I have been told. Made an announcement to ask my class to proceed back to the class, and I follow suit. There were murmur through out the hall. Again, I did not care because now I have to tell the class that they lost a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got into the class, I saw smiles on every one's face. They thought they won the lottery by not having to go through the whole assembly. They were not aware of the news I bear. After I got their attention, I told them what I have been told. Their smiles immediately fade and was replaced by tears. I can see it everywhere. Tears on every one's eyes. I told them that they have the whole day off, but they are not allowed to leave the school until it was official that school was over. Some insisted, but their attempt were stopped. Then the whole class got the attention of the school. Teachers, be it they teach us or not made a visit to our class to give us their support and condolences. Then, it did not matter what race or gender you are. At that very moment, in that very class, any shoulder is a shoulder to cry on. Does not matter who it belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole class went for the burial right after school. None of us left until the very last minute. I was sure that even when it was over, there were some of us who were reluctant to leave. It was then that I realise how it feels to lose a friend. It has always been me comforting those who have lost someone. I'll be there comforting them, pretending that I know how it feels to lose someone. Pretending. At that point, I understand how they feel, no longer pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that same year, there was another lost. Not only for me, but for the school as well. This time, it was a teacher. He never taught any class that I was in, but he was the teacher adviser of my club. He was dedicated to what he did. He was always there to provide help to students who needed them. He tried very hard not the punish any students if he can help it. He always believe in second chances. He was just an ordinary English teacher when I entered the school. As time goes by, he starts to fill in for the vice-Principal whenever she was not around. He worked well with the prefects. Knew everyone of us. He treated everyone with respect and he received it from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 26 December 2004, I got a call from one of my teacher that he died of heart failure. This not only shocked me, but also people around who knew him. Prior to his death, no one was aware of his heart problem. I don't think even he was aware of if himself. It was a tragic lost both to me and to the school. The school lost a very dedicated, kind hearted, understanding teacher who would reach out to the students. Me, I lost a mentor. And most important, I lost a friend. The best thing about Mr. Suffian was that he never treated me as a student. He never treated any students as students. He always treated us as his equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that he taught me was the song titled 'Edelweiss', and that was not the last thing I learned from him. In my opinion, he was the best teacher the school ever had. Was, had. Those are the words both of them are associated with now. Not is, not have, but was and had. With that, I'll shall end this post with the lyrics of Edelweiss, to both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edelweiss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edelweiss, Edelweiss&lt;br /&gt;Every morning you greet me&lt;br /&gt;Small and white, clean and bright&lt;br /&gt;You look happy to meet me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow&lt;br /&gt;Bloom and grow forever&lt;br /&gt;Edelweiss, Edelweiss&lt;br /&gt;Bless my homeland forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-2345462510965691813?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2345462510965691813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=2345462510965691813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2345462510965691813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2345462510965691813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/09/fallen-friends.html' title='Fallen Friends!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-8536782429538047554</id><published>2007-08-31T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:27:51.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RtkI2uc0IXI/AAAAAAAAABE/33z9YocKNcU/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RtkI2uc0IXI/AAAAAAAAABE/33z9YocKNcU/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105121388876013938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not going to post about our country's Independence Day. Instead, I'm going to talk about what I did on my day off. The whole family went back to Ipoh last night. We left about 6 something. Reached Ipoh about 9 something due to the rain, just in time for the BBQ!!! Yup!!! There was a BBQ waiting for us. Actually not waiting, it started without us. It was mainly relatives and some of my cousin's (Leonard) mates. But it was fun though, got people cook for me. HAHAHAHA!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the BBQ was over round 11 something. The friends need to get home. So Leonard have to send his friend home. I followed his car while the rest of our family member went downtown to enjoy the famous Ipoh Chicken Rice. Being a new driver, the car was quite bumpy. Well, I was the same once. Half way to sending the first friend home, they just decided to go and watch the fireworks. Being a passenger, I got no other choices but to follow. Recorded the fireworks with my phone. The image kind of sucky though. What to expect, lousy camera.After that, he sent all his friends home and we went to mamak for some supper. Nothing else. (Not gonna upload the video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RtkJbec0IYI/AAAAAAAAABM/GJmE-WFdH7s/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RtkJbec0IYI/AAAAAAAAABM/GJmE-WFdH7s/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105122020236206466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went and pay our respect to my late grandfather. Had lunch, took a bath, and our 2 families drove down to Langkap to Leonard's uncle's fruit estate. We got guava, lime, banana and som mango. All sweet, except the lime of course, all fresh, and all free. Wasn't really keen to take it for free in the first place, but the uncle insisted. So what can we do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to talk much about today anymore. Basically, we just went to pluck fruits from some other people's estate for free. Mind you, we did take a lot. What my family alone got ebough fruits to last us for the whole month. Enough said? I'll just put some photos since my blog rarely has any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RtkKz-c0IZI/AAAAAAAAABU/taEllHvJ-L4/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RtkKz-c0IZI/AAAAAAAAABU/taEllHvJ-L4/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105123540654629266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of lost count of how many guavas we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RtkLJOc0IaI/AAAAAAAAABc/ov21uQQHRLs/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RtkLJOc0IaI/AAAAAAAAABc/ov21uQQHRLs/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105123905726849442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the amount of mangoes there are in 1 shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RtkLJOc0IbI/AAAAAAAAABk/_j8XbraSeWo/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RtkLJOc0IbI/AAAAAAAAABk/_j8XbraSeWo/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105123905726849458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what flowers these are, but my parents say they are nice. So I just took a shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-8536782429538047554?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8536782429538047554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=8536782429538047554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8536782429538047554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8536782429538047554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/merdeka-day.html' title='Merdeka Day!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/RtkI2uc0IXI/AAAAAAAAABE/33z9YocKNcU/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-5083738614027860995</id><published>2007-08-29T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:34:38.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Advise!!!</title><content type='html'>This post is as simple as the title. It's just mainly about giving advise. I have been doing it for quite some time now. Giving advise to some, and receiving at times as well. The thing about giving advise is that you have to be sure that what you say will eventually help the person receiving it, not causing them more trouble. Within a circle of friends, there is bound to be a person in that group who act as a advise giver. It's a tough job, but somebody has to do it. With some friends, I'm the provider, but with some I am the receiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to give advise to others and it works is one thing, getting people to act on your advise when it will clearly help them is another. Some people they keep asking for help, but when it is given to them, they just take it and does nothing with it. What's the whole point of asking for it in the first place when you don't intend to use it? Or is it just seeking for attention and sympathies? If the answer is yes, all I can say is there are better ways to get attention and sympathies, mush better ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to this conclusion, if you want any advise, make sure you are going to act on it. I'm not expecting you to do it immediately you get the advise, but at some point of time. If not, don't even go asking because you are just wasting other people's time listening to you, trying to understand your problems, giving you advise, comforting you and so forth. You got issues, other people has their issues as well. Others might look happier than you because they choose not to worry about small little stuff. It does not mean they have no troubles or worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to hide the the direction this post is pointed towards. Le Vond, Peggie, Weng Tze and SK, what done is done. If you still want to worry about your own issues, that's your problem. I want none of it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-5083738614027860995?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5083738614027860995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=5083738614027860995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5083738614027860995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5083738614027860995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/giving-advise.html' title='Giving Advise!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-7917729100313399945</id><published>2007-08-28T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:04:57.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironically True!!!</title><content type='html'>I came across this joke on the internet a couple of weeks ago. When I first read it, it was just funny. After a few weeks and I read it again, I find it not only funny, but also quite true. So, you be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he wants. A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a man you must understand him a lot and love him a little. To be happy with a woman you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married men live longer than single men, but married men are a lot more willing to die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any married man should forget his mistakes-there's no use in two people remembering the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed. Women somehow deteriorate during the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't. A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change and she does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 times when a man doesn't understand a woman: before marriage &amp; after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this does not point at all male and female, but some sections.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-7917729100313399945?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7917729100313399945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=7917729100313399945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7917729100313399945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/7917729100313399945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/ironically-true.html' title='Ironically True!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-5094076322317570154</id><published>2007-08-25T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:19:12.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt!! (edited)</title><content type='html'>Last night started off quite fine. Had Thai food for dinner over at Metro Prima. Then we head over to The Curve for drinks, and by drinks I meant alcohol. Of course, we didn't order anything strong because some of us can't take it. So we just ordered jugs of Heineken and Tiger. From then on, everything just went downhill. Not knowing their own limit, they just kept drinking. They kept drinking to the point that they can't take it anymore. 1 started to cry over her past issues, 1 drank to her current issues, another drank to... drank to... I have no idea what her problems are. I think she was just drinking for the sake of drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, when people do that, there is bound to be trouble. And there was. All 3 of them made a scene and every table around us was staring at us. I think up to this point the waiters are afraid to serve us anymore drinks. But lucky them, we are not ordering anymore. Instead, someone had to drag one of them into my car, creating a hell of a commotion. Apart from all that, I felt guilty as I partially contributed to every single of those event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty for:&lt;br /&gt;1) Ordering that third jug of beer that eventually led to the most ugly part of last night.&lt;br /&gt;2) Not stopping them when I perfectly know they have reached their limits.&lt;br /&gt;3) Agreeing to go out and drink with them from the start.&lt;br /&gt;4) Not sending one of them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why, for some reason that I can't explain or even start to understand I felt very very guilty for the last 1. I mean it was agreed that I was going to send her home no matter what. But end up someone else is sending her home. I know she trusts him, but somehow or rather I doubt that. Couldn't sleep the whole night because of all those guilts, but mainly I think is because of the last 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-5094076322317570154?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5094076322317570154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=5094076322317570154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5094076322317570154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/5094076322317570154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/guilt.html' title='Guilt!! (edited)'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-2666862821774118618</id><published>2007-08-24T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T11:58:46.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell of a SHOCKER!!!</title><content type='html'>The weirdest thing happen today, again. I say again is because it happened before. The previous time happened shortly after my switch from HELP to Monash. What happened? Representatives from 6 UK universities called me telling me that they are offering me a place in their university. My reply at that time was of course "I'm sorry, but I'm no longer pursuing my LLB." Then all their replies were: "Oh. Alright. Thank you for your time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty surprise because I wasn't expecting their calls at all. Not because I was no longer studying law. Even if I had stayed on, I wouldn't have expected their calls because I have friends whom I feel their qualifications are much higher than me would get a call first. Instead, I got offers from all 6 universities that I apply to. Well, it doesn't mean much now does it? I have rejected it, and I thought I have heard the last of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I thought i have heard the last of it is because it happened again today. They called me at 10 this morning. I remember it clearly because my friend slip into the swimming pool when he saw a girl walking by. It was significant enough for me to remember. The best part was, we just finish taking a bath after our swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like dejavu. They all called, one after another. This time, Not repeating what they have said to me before. This time, it was "Good morning Mr. Wong. We at {the university's name} understand that you are no longer pursuing your LLB through our prior phone call. Therefore, we are now offering you a 50% scholarship in our university to pursue any course you like. On top of that 50% scholarship, we are also pleased to inform you that you are hereby accepted into the university's football team. In addition to that, we will be providing you accommodations for the whole period that you will be here, free of charge. Please take note that you will be paid by the football club."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned, I was shocked, But most of all, I was speechless. When I regain my ability to talk again, all I said was "I'll think about it." That was the first phone call. Those that follow after that made similar offers but i was no longer that shocked. There were 6 calls, and I gave them 6 similar replies. Then. I thought it was over. I thought wrong. This time, University of Toulouse called with a hell of a shocker. They offered 50% scholarship to their hotel management course, with a chance to work at one of the finest hotels after i graduate, free accommodations. This was rather similar to what the other universities offered. But, they went on and said this, "We would also like to offer you a chance to play for the France Under-21 team. Although you are technically not a citizen of France, but you will be eligible to apply for citizenship after 2 years of staying here. Pending on your performance, you might be able to progress to the national team and maybe play professional football."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that, I gave the same reply because I don't know what to say anymore. My brain was left dumbstruck. I mean, I can't even make it to the Malaysia's Under-21, what makes them think I can make it in France's Under-21. The players there are more physical, much stronger, much faster, more agile than I could ever imagine. I thought this was a joke. So I used my friend's phone and called back. The result, not a joke. It was UCAS calling me, or rather the agent of UCAS in Malaysia I think. Couldn't be so sure. It took a while for it to sink in. But, somehow I still can't accept the fact that those offers were made to me. When I ask them to check the details properly and whether did they got the wrong person, they came back with my description i wrote about myself in the application I sent for UCAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people would be very happy when they get those offers and can't wait to accept them. Me, I'm still shocked. I can't believe that it happened. Those offers weren't conditional offers. Those were full acceptance by the university. Waht have I done to deserve this? I know some people would call this 'sai meng', meaning to say I'm boasting about it. But I'm not trying to, I'm just trying to put forward my disbelieve and maybe giving people the chance to fess up if it's their joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-2666862821774118618?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2666862821774118618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=2666862821774118618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2666862821774118618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/2666862821774118618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/hell-of-shocker.html' title='Hell of a SHOCKER!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-230311096110509419</id><published>2007-08-22T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:07:53.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quickie!!</title><content type='html'>No!!! It's not the quickie that you are thinking about. That is if you are thinking what I think you're thinking. Actually, I'm suppose to be doing my accounting assignment now. But I feel sore of bored with so I thought of taking a short break. I have been taken into listening to these 2 songs of late. I do not know why I have toe urge to reply these songs over and over again. Since I do not know how to upload songs into post or to my blog, I guess I'll just put the lyrics up, and you guys can look for the songs yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truly, Madly, Deeply by Savage Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your dream &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your wish &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your fantasy. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your hope &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your love &lt;br /&gt;Be everything that you need. &lt;br /&gt;I love you more with every breath &lt;br /&gt;Truly madly deeply do.. &lt;br /&gt;I will be strong I will be faithful &lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm counting on a new beginning. &lt;br /&gt;A reason for living. &lt;br /&gt;A deeper meaning. &lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stand with you on a mountain. &lt;br /&gt;I want to bathe with you in the sea. &lt;br /&gt;I want to lay like this forever. &lt;br /&gt;Until the sky falls down on me... &lt;br /&gt;Verse 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the stars are shining brightly &lt;br /&gt;In the velvet sky, &lt;br /&gt;I'll make a wish &lt;br /&gt;Send it to heaven &lt;br /&gt;Then make you want to cry.. &lt;br /&gt;The tears of joy &lt;br /&gt;For all the pleasure and the certainty. &lt;br /&gt;That we're surrounded &lt;br /&gt;By the comfort and protection of.. &lt;br /&gt;The highest power. &lt;br /&gt;In lonely hours. &lt;br /&gt;The tears devour you.. &lt;br /&gt;I want to stand with you on a mountain, &lt;br /&gt;I want to bathe with you in the sea. &lt;br /&gt;I want to lay like this forever, &lt;br /&gt;Until the sky falls down on me... &lt;br /&gt;Bridge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh can't you see it baby? &lt;br /&gt;You don't have to close your eyes &lt;br /&gt;'Cos it's standing right before you. &lt;br /&gt;All that you need will surely come... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your dream &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your wish &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your fantasy. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your hope &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your love &lt;br /&gt;Be everything that you need. &lt;br /&gt;I'll love you more with every breath &lt;br /&gt;Truly madly deeply do... &lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans apart day after day&lt;br /&gt;And I slowly go insane&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice on the line&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I see you next to never&lt;br /&gt;How can we say forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took for granted, all the times&lt;br /&gt;That I thought would last somehow&lt;br /&gt;I hear the laughter, I taste the tears&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get near you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh, can't you see it baby&lt;br /&gt;You've got me goin' crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how we can survive&lt;br /&gt;This romance&lt;br /&gt;But in the end if I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the chance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*repeat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys enjoy it. Well, I guess it's back to my assignment then since I'm done here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-230311096110509419?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/230311096110509419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=230311096110509419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/230311096110509419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/230311096110509419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/quickie.html' title='A quickie!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-6742183782096658201</id><published>2007-08-15T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T21:56:01.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighting does not strike twice?</title><content type='html'>People say, or there was a saying more likely goes 'lightning does not strike twice at the same spot'. This is to say that when an opportunity presents itself, one must take it straight away because that opportunity won't come again. A lot of prople take heed of it and regretted, myself included. I use to be able to say I have not regretted any decision I made until I enter SAM last year. From that point on, I regretted most of the stuff I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older generation always ask us to listen and follow what they say. If we don't, they will always bring this saying up "If you ignore the advice of the elderly, regret is just right in front of your eye" (In chinese of course). However. I don't believe that's true. Why? During secondary school, I have gone against the so call better judgement of my parents and taken up position in the school's English Language Society, became a prefect and represented my school in sports. They say all these would hinder my progress on the education front. Did it? I don't think so. L lived a healthy lifestyle through out my secondary school life, playing sports every single day of the week, made new friends and in the meantime skipping a few classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end result of all that? Medals to show for it, gained the respect not only from fellow students but also from teachers, and organising and planning skills to boot. There, I learned how to prepare for occassion, what to prepare, who to work with and most importantly teamwork. Hinder my progress? I would say all those activities I was involved in helped me developed my chracter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not the main point. It was just an example of what I have not regretted doing. The main point of this post or publication is totalk about opportunity. Like I said in the begining, people always perceived that opportunities only come once, once its gone its gone forever. But what they are unaware of is that if they let go of an opportunity, you will get another. As a reasonable person, (of course I'm not talking about myself. I'm very unreasonable, in a bad way.) they would take whatever that comes first and ask question later. They never stop and think for a moment that there would be a better opportunity in the future. And when that better opportunity presents itself, they would regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm talking about this? Because I did just that. I took the opportunity (or at least I thought it was) the moment it hit me. Now, a better opportunity with a better situation presented itself, and of course I regretted taking the first one. I was greedy, I was impatient, I was stupid. Above all that, I was an idiot. I, of all people took the saying too seriously, and now I have to suffer the consequences I put myself into. I have always been an observer of other people landing themselves into trouble. Now, I'm getting the front row seat to my own undoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this have happen to me? I mean I took every precautionary step available, I went through all the possible scenarios a reasonable person could think of and possibly more and I took the best, fail-safe route. And yet I'm at where I do not want to be? How can this happen? Guess the other saying is even more true, "When you try to beat life, life always wins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I know you are going to ask if anything of this is related to you, Peggie. I don't know how to answer that anymore. You just have to figure it out yourself as I have to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-6742183782096658201?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6742183782096658201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=6742183782096658201&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6742183782096658201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6742183782096658201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/lighting-does-not-strike-twice.html' title='Lighting does not strike twice?'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-609066585233240449</id><published>2007-08-11T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:14:41.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm SCREWED For!!!</title><content type='html'>They screw me for..... because they think that I'm.....&lt;br /&gt;1. Locking myself in my room - not studying&lt;br /&gt;~ They think that when i lock myself in my room, I not studying but lying around and do nothing. In actual fact, I am indeed studying and doing my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Reading the newspaper - not studying&lt;br /&gt;~ They are of the opinion that I'm wasting time sitting down there reading newspaper when I should be up here studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Driving out to the shops to buy lunch at 12 noon - wasting petrol&lt;br /&gt;~ I'm wasting petrol if I'm only driving myself out to get food, but it's not wasting petrol when I have to send them to a place, go home and sit for 10 minutes and go out again just to fetch them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Telling my sister off for leaving all her cups and bowls all over the house when she's done with them - picking on her/being prejudice towards her&lt;br /&gt;~ I can't do it to her, but all of them can screw me like hell for leaving a cup on the dining table when I'm not even done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Switching course from HELP to Monash - wasting money and thinking immaturely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Buying novel to read - wasting money&lt;br /&gt;~ Demanded to me buy novel from the Pay Less Bookstore in Carrefour, but there isn't any book that interest me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Playing futsal every weekend - not spending time with family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Not waiting for them to have dinner together - not spending time with the family&lt;br /&gt;~ The sister of mine sleeps every evening until 9 something at night, and they only reach home around 10 something at night. They know very well I have gastric problem, and yet they want me to wait until 10 something for them to have dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Coming home late from uni - going out dating&lt;br /&gt;~ I stayed back at times to put in some hours which is quite hard to do at home with them asking me to all sorts of things that somehow or rather I'm the only one who can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Watching to news - wasting time&lt;br /&gt;~ Again, what's so wrong with me catching up with what's happening around? I don't see them screwing my sister for watching TV every single minute when she reaches home from school to the time she goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Going to college during my study break - wasting time and petrol&lt;br /&gt;~ They ask me why do I have to go to college to study when I can do that at home? I would like to answer "Because you keep disturbing me.", but i can't. Which leads me to the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Not answering their question - disrespectful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whatever result I get - not as good as my cousins&lt;br /&gt;~ I hate this the most. If they really like them so much, why not put me up for adoption and ask my aunts whether are they willing to give their child to them? Mind you, my sister can get as many E's and F's to her capability (which I can tell you she is very capable of doing), and yet they'll say she did very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Watching TV - not showing a good example to my sister&lt;br /&gt;~ Does she have to follow me whatever I do? Don't she have a mind of herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Going out with friends - wasting money, not spending time with the family and having a girlfriend behind their backs&lt;br /&gt;~ How can I spend time with them whenever I'm home, they are not. I go out with friends for movies and lunch. It's sort of a relaxation, and they call it waste of money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Not introducing the friend(s) that I bring home - do not have proper house etiquette&lt;br /&gt;~ They hate the friends that I bring home. Why? Because they are mostly girls. The only reason they want me to introduce my friends so that they know the names of the girls they are hating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My choice of friends - not good in selecting my circle of friends&lt;br /&gt;~ Somehow or rather, none of my friends are ever good enough for them. I think what they're trying to tell me is that "Don't have friends"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-609066585233240449?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/609066585233240449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=609066585233240449&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/609066585233240449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/609066585233240449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/things-im-screwed-for.html' title='Things I&apos;m SCREWED For!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-824317854949873545</id><published>2007-08-11T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T10:11:14.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Getting OLD!!!</title><content type='html'>No, my birthday is not coming soon. Still a very long way to go until that day comes. However, with all the work and assignments and exams, it wouldn't be as long as i expected. What I'm trying to say is that, although I do not turn 19 for another 3 months, I feel that my body is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on, I published a post "Stretched to the limits!!!" listing out the pain all over my body. Well, sad to say none of them have gone away. In fact, they extended their 'family'. My left arm muscles are hurting when I swim, and my right arm muscle hurts when I play badminton. I mean, I use to play these 2 sports all the time and I still do. There was no pain before, but it (pain) just came out of nowhere last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think I'm getting old. Not just the pain all over my body, I also get tired easily nowadays. I use to be able to run up and down the football field for 2 whole hours without feeling fatigue. Now, all I can do is run up the futsal court whish is so much smaller once. That's all. After that, it takes me about 5 minutes to catch my breath. Some people I talk to says that it's always like that if you have not been playing a while. I agree, but the thing is that I play futsal everyweek. So how can that be? One week I was fine, the next I was like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some who know me knows that I use to be able to run up a few flight of stairs without much problem. Once, I ran up 10 floors of Wisma HELP. Now, I find it difficult to even walk up the stairs in my house to get to my room. Now, I wouldn't even walk downstairs if I REALLY have to. To sum it all up, I just get tired real easy these days. I don't know why. Anyone can explain this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I nearly feel asleep last night when I was driving home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-824317854949873545?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/824317854949873545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=824317854949873545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/824317854949873545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/824317854949873545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-getting-old.html' title='I&apos;m Getting OLD!!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-6676085352699550409</id><published>2007-08-04T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T13:42:24.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Proposal?</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not talking about the business kind of proposal. I'm talking about the type of proposal that will lead to marriage, bells chiming, and throwing of rice or whatever that white stuff is. Lately, I've been watching  a lot of movies, a couple of chinese dramas and a few novels. All of them would somehow illustrate this man proposing to this women, And all will accept. Sad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the guy is going to propose, everything on that day will go his way. The traffic would somehow be clear whereever he goes, he is dure to get a parking and he can go as fast as he wants without getting a summon. Some would even be as far-fetched as having police excorts like he is some kind of royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, not all would have a smooth sailing scenario. Of course, they want to do things out of the norm. They will put some obstacles, but as we all know, the guy will definitely overcome them. How predictable. But hey, what's a movie if it can't be predicted at some point? I mean, you can only have so many scenario, plot and ending for movies that sooner or later, all the combination would be exploited and you are left to create something new or doing a duplication except with different cast or maybe even in a different language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough for the process or pre-proposal moment. Let's talk about the proposal itself. In some of the situation, we have both the proposor and the proposee (Ha Ha!!! Is there such words?) are dating each other for some time, and the guy feels taht it is high time to take the relationship to the next level. The girl (proposee) of course accepts. So typical. Another situation is where both of them are just friends, and the guy just fancies his chance. Right after he propose, he will elaborately tell the girl why she should marry him, while he's still on his knee. Doesn't his knee hurt? I can't even kneel on the ground during softball warm ups and mine in on grass, theirs is concrete. Well, I guess that's what you call movie right? In the end, after the long story the guy narrated, whatever the content, the girl is bound to accept. She might somtimes say: "I'll consider it.", but she will definitely say yes 10 seconds later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some guys who would go through all the trouble to make sure that he gets the most expensive restaurant in town, a champagne to put the ring in and all sorts of stuff. But does all that really work? In real life I mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-6676085352699550409?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6676085352699550409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=6676085352699550409&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6676085352699550409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/6676085352699550409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/perfect-proposal.html' title='The Perfect Proposal?'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-1102552180346610870</id><published>2007-07-31T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T13:20:08.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Rights to be abolished? Or is it just talk?</title><content type='html'>Former Finance Minister took a swip at citizens with special rights's tendency to get financial aid from the government. I was a tad surprise at this as people will usually just keep their mouth shut about the special rights issue. It's always a touchy subject if you knwo what I mean. Well, except fro me. Those who are close to me would have heard me having a go at it for quite some time now. Now that he (Tengku Razaleigh Hamzah) have made it public, maybe I can go the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article also said that the special rights are there to protect the Malay community economically. It states that it is there because the Malays lack the skill and knowledge that is demanded by the nation and thus creating a situation where they are dependant on outsiders, whoever they are. The special rights are there because they lack knowledge and skills? The way I see it, it is because of the special rights that the lack of knowledge and skill exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it, they feel that there is no reasonfor them to work their ass off as the special rights are there to protect them economically. When will people realise that people will only work hard towards something when there is an incentives? From the Malays' point of view, they don't see the need to work hard for something as there is no incentives for that. They would think that: "Oh, why would I want to work that hard when I can apply for aid from the government? Why not I just kick back and relax while I'm waiting for the money from the government to come?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, I feel that they (the government) ought to abolish the special rights as soon as possible. If not abolish, at least reduce the aid given so that the incentive to work is there. If the special rights stands, out former Prime Minister's vision of Vision 2020 would never be achieved even by year 3030.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I'm not making these comments as a racist. I'm merely putting forth my thoughts and 2 cents on the matter. This comments are not meant for the Malay community as a whole as I know there are s handful who do not rely on the aids and keep bringing up the special rights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-1102552180346610870?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1102552180346610870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=1102552180346610870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1102552180346610870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/1102552180346610870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/07/special-rights-to-be-abolished-or-is-it.html' title='Special Rights to be abolished? Or is it just talk?'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-710639437550901248</id><published>2007-07-28T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:54:08.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's more important than the Pope?</title><content type='html'>While the pope was visiting the USA, he told the driver of his limo that he has the sudden urge to drive. The driver was a good Catholic man, and would not ever dream of questioning the pope's authority. So the pope sat at the wheel, while his driver got in the back. &lt;br /&gt;They were traveling down the road doing between 70 and 80 mph, when a policeman happened to see them. As he pulled them over, he called in to headquarters reporting a speeding limo, with a VIP inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chief asked: "Who is in the limo, the mayor?"&lt;br /&gt;The policeman told him: "No, someone more important than the mayor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the chief asked "Is it the governor?"&lt;br /&gt;The policeman answered: "No, someone more important than the governor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chief finally asked: "Is it the President?"&lt;br /&gt;The policeman answered: "No, someone even more important than the President."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made the chief very angry and he bellowed: "Now who is more important than the President?!"&lt;br /&gt;The policeman calmly whispered: "I'll put it to you this way chief. I don't know who is this guy, but he has the pope as his chauffeur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: No disrespectfulness intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-710639437550901248?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/710639437550901248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=710639437550901248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/710639437550901248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/710639437550901248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/07/whos-more-important-than-pope.html' title='Who&apos;s more important than the Pope?'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-3846188364830669146</id><published>2007-07-28T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:32:10.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie mania II !!!</title><content type='html'>I'm here again to list out the movies that I want to watch and looking for company to go with me.... So make your date with this idiotic person for a movie... If you want to... hahhahahaahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I will not be held liable for any annoyance or irritation that may occur!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Simpsons Movie&lt;br /&gt;2. Disturbia&lt;br /&gt;3. Ruch Hour 3&lt;br /&gt;4. Rise: Blood Hunter&lt;br /&gt;5. Even Almighty&lt;br /&gt;6. The Invinsible Target&lt;br /&gt;7. Invinsible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-3846188364830669146?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3846188364830669146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=3846188364830669146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3846188364830669146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/3846188364830669146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/07/movie-mania-ii.html' title='Movie mania II !!!'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32182293.post-8394045537095329421</id><published>2007-07-26T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:02:39.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><content type='html'>How can one retrieve his or her stuff that was with his or her previous partner without sounding like a total jerk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;shout out&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32182293-8394045537095329421?l=unclebenscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8394045537095329421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32182293&amp;postID=8394045537095329421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8394045537095329421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32182293/posts/default/8394045537095329421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclebenscorner.blogspot.com/2007/07/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>L'oncle Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598761385876794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OMNlYqoVI/SIP6OO2Y3UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d7zsaAabN88/S220/DSC_0673.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
