<?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-6931343</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:43:49.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BenBen </title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>279</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-6309423817821382658</id><published>2008-08-18T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:45:33.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye..</title><content type='html'>I guess every blog dies out after some time sooner or later.. tired of ranting stuff.. it seems pointless.. so i guess i wont be updating unless there a sudden feel or urge to say something. Well the good news is i do post more pictures on multiply nowadays so if you're a fren your picture should be up there somewhere.. so do go take a look .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-6309423817821382658?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/6309423817821382658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/6309423817821382658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/bye.html' title='Bye..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-8517146741761120549</id><published>2008-05-22T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:58:41.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder things i wanna get</title><content type='html'>in accordance to priority &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1) get bike license &lt;br /&gt;2) get bike&lt;br /&gt;2.5) get my first guitar fixed &lt;br /&gt;3) get guitar&lt;br /&gt;4) get DSLR &lt;br /&gt;4.5) get phone&lt;br /&gt;5) get outta town&lt;br /&gt;6) get furniture (sofa and shelves)&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;this list stops here for now ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-8517146741761120549?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/8517146741761120549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/8517146741761120549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/reminder-things-i-wanna-get.html' title='Reminder things i wanna get'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-5991198933399841384</id><published>2008-05-07T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:58:58.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nxpblnsJEWM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nxpblnsJEWM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-5991198933399841384?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5991198933399841384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5991198933399841384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-3795548229980474665</id><published>2008-04-30T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:39:52.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely number like root three</title><content type='html'>I’m sure that I will always be&lt;br /&gt;A lonely number like root three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three is all that’s good and right,&lt;br /&gt;Why must my three keep out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the vicious square root sign,&lt;br /&gt;I wish instead I were a nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nine could thwart this evil trick,&lt;br /&gt;with just some quick arithmetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321&lt;br /&gt;Such is my reality, a sad irrationality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hark! What is this I see,&lt;br /&gt;Another square root of a three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quietly co-waltzing by,&lt;br /&gt;Together now we multiply&lt;br /&gt;To form a number we prefer,&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing as an integer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We break free from our mortal bonds&lt;br /&gt;With the wave of magic wands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our square root signs become unglued&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me has been renewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-3795548229980474665?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/3795548229980474665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/3795548229980474665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/lonely-number-like-root-three.html' title='lonely number like root three'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-7897990374062567369</id><published>2008-04-28T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T01:21:45.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think there's something wrong with my ears..</title><content type='html'>Over the past few days.. Over my countless conversations or even when they are like not talking to me.. but they're just blabbering  and blabbering.. but all i can here is just crap coming out of their mouths... &lt;br /&gt;It feels so strange.. cos they can either appear happy or frustrated or just talking, but i am like totally cant hear them at all and just here noise coming out of them.. I hope this doesnt continue, as it will cause quite abit of misunderstanding sia.. but one thing i realised that this usually happens over the weekend.. haha so weird.. i wonder if anyone else have the same problem.. maybe i should see a doctor ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-7897990374062567369?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/7897990374062567369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/7897990374062567369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-theres-something-wrong-with-my.html' title='I think there&apos;s something wrong with my ears..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-8300981796938324503</id><published>2008-04-28T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T01:17:31.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YKI_w_VBoTQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YKI_w_VBoTQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-8300981796938324503?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/8300981796938324503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/8300981796938324503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/crap.html' title='CRAP'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-8290317590428320739</id><published>2008-04-09T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:46:12.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Consuming Fire</title><content type='html'>Nothing is inexorable but love. Love which will ield to prayer is imperfect and poor. Nor is it then the love that yields, but its alloy. For if at the voice of entreaty love conquers displeasure, it is love asserting itself not love yielding its claims. It is not love that grands a boon unwillingly; still less it is love that answers a prayer to the wrong and hurt of him who prays. Love is one, and love is changeless.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For love loves unto purity. Love has ever in view the absolute loveliness of that which it beholds. Where loveliness is incomplete, and love cannot love its fill of loving, it spends itself to make more lovely, that it may love more; it strives for perfection, even that itself may be perfected-not in itself, but in the object. As it was love that first created humanity, so even human love, in proportion to its divinity, will go on creating the beautiful outpouring. There is nothing eternal but that which loves and can be loved, and love is ever climbing towards the consummation when such shall be the universe, imperishable, divine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore all that is not beautiful in the beloved, all that comes between and is not love's kind, must be destroyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our God is a consuming fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by George McDonald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-8290317590428320739?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/8290317590428320739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/8290317590428320739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/consuming-fire.html' title='The Consuming Fire'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-8234701066139734168</id><published>2008-04-04T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T00:40:51.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ministry Matters</title><content type='html'>Well.. i once told a good friend that i am tired and sick of doing what i am doing, but i will stick on as long as you're in it. I seriously do not know if this is something good and stupid. Now i totally dont even know where this friend is heading. So now i guess we're all, or at least i am kinda stuff. It seems like everyone is just putting up and act or doing stuff for show, but cant judge rite? Since i always appear the slacker so wat say have i. Now there are a few places who are willing to give me a better offer for m time, but i am quite persistent to stick to my promise to this good friend, not knowing what kinda outcome it will be. I guess i am quite ok school in the loyalty kinda nonsense. So i guess will see how things go then..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was given $10 bucks at starbucks for excellent coffee presentation. Looking forward to coffee master and learning coach soon. Who wants coffee?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-8234701066139734168?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/8234701066139734168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/8234701066139734168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/ministry-matters.html' title='Ministry Matters'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-2712262761429104613</id><published>2008-03-30T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:18:23.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A vapour in the wind..</title><content type='html'>WAH.. its been really a long time since i last updated this.. &lt;div&gt;Really sorry for those who still bother to check this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life's been really hectic, busy with school work, work at starbucks, lost of a loved one, busy with alpha and giving tuition. Its just so tiring and overwhelming. So many things tat needs to be done and so many things that i wanna do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i was given judgement on a choice that was not up to me to make. Forced to bear the consequences, the feelings and thoughts brought in many emotions, mostly hate and anger. I totally cant imagine how Jesus would have felt at that point of time. Haven settled on the issued yet. I choose to walk away from it. I guess with such choices no wonder life can be this hectic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-2712262761429104613?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/2712262761429104613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/2712262761429104613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/vapour-in-wind.html' title='A vapour in the wind..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-5358168070772922820</id><published>2008-02-02T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T00:22:00.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leaders Creed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Leading by example. I will accomplish all my assigned tasks to the best of my abilities. I am a leader, by choice and by vocation. I will lead by example&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Endurance will be the hallmark of my leadership. I will place my mission as paramount importance, and will not rest till i have completed my mission.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aggressively will i tackle all problems. I will not let my commanders and men down, for they rely on me to discharge my duties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Duty is my maxim. I will always be true to my responsibilities. I will not shun the hardest work, nor will i avoid the dullest task. I will display the selfsame energy to all tasks at hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Effectively will i lead my men in battle and peace. I am responsible for their welfare, and i will demand for standards both in training and in combat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Resolutely will i honour the trust bestowed upon me. I will apply my dare and skill. I will use my initiative. I will not fail. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I AM A LEADER. FOLLOW ME! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-5358168070772922820?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5358168070772922820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5358168070772922820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/memories.html' title='MEMORIES'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-567459515818179417</id><published>2008-02-01T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:50:37.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Samuel 16:14</title><content type='html'>1 Samuel 16:7&lt;br /&gt;1 Samuel 13:14&lt;br /&gt;1 Samuel 15:22-23&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 1:1-7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-567459515818179417?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/567459515818179417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/567459515818179417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/1-samuel-1614.html' title='1 Samuel 16:14'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-6064964811364001412</id><published>2008-01-31T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:36:05.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 FEB</title><content type='html'>FWAH its been a months since i updated&lt;br /&gt;I have been quite lazy to do this blogging thing. I think i should do this more often. Wanted to put up more pictures but work and study is slightly too intense..&lt;br /&gt;ok next week is CNY i hope to sort things out and will update more k ..&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-6064964811364001412?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/6064964811364001412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/6064964811364001412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-feb.html' title='1 FEB'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-165975170617939309</id><published>2008-01-01T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:13:54.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR 2008!!</title><content type='html'>Cant imagine it a new year liao..&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-165975170617939309?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/165975170617939309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/165975170617939309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-2008.html' title='NEW YEAR 2008!!'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-3623695403632024975</id><published>2007-12-26T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T11:18:42.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Sleep over</title><content type='html'>These are the casualties.. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://benatyao.multiply.com/photos/photo/3/1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.benatyao.multiply.com/image/5/photos/3/500x500/1/IMG_2446.JPG?et=PATa2kJwo7Z707WNYBM%2BfQ&amp;amp;nmid=74347786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvin and Leeroy knocked out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://benatyao.multiply.com/photos/photo/3/7"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.benatyao.multiply.com/image/4/photos/3/500x500/7/IMG_2452.JPG?et=JgBle%2BMNyn8b5MfwgY%2B5Hg&amp;amp;nmid=74347786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://benatyao.multiply.com/photos/photo/3/5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.benatyao.multiply.com/image/4/photos/3/500x500/5/IMG_2450.JPG?et=g2uUQAgj%2BKGSuSaHKKgpfg&amp;amp;nmid=74347786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie Joshua and Stanley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua in sexy pose ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://benatyao.multiply.com/photos/photo/3/2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.benatyao.multiply.com/image/4/photos/3/500x500/2/IMG_2447.JPG?et=hb35JIK%2BxTY1EkzCF3XjAg&amp;amp;nmid=74347786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://benatyao.multiply.com/photos/photo/3/3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.benatyao.multiply.com/image/4/photos/3/500x500/3/IMG_2448.JPG?et=Wp2OvwTrimrFv7oPUS5OLg&amp;amp;nmid=74347786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darryl taking out on the floor..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-3623695403632024975?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/3623695403632024975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/3623695403632024975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve-sleep-over.html' title='Christmas Eve Sleep over'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-6342319788789100052</id><published>2007-11-18T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:39:19.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I think i am starting to getting tired once more..&lt;br /&gt;overwhelming week sia.. learning so much stuff from work.. whoa !!&lt;br /&gt;but i tell you coffee really screws up your system sia. Now i am so tired but i cant sleep .. freakin shit sia!! But work is fun... the ppl there is fun.. but schoolin and working is so tiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend !! SUPA CAMP !! following weekend will be the run .. followed by BAY CAMP !! The WALK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FWAH so much stuff dunno how to cope but to depend on God.. Yeah watched Facing the Giants today.. learnt so much from the movie .. one of the thing " Jus do your best !! Let God handle the rest.. Dont ever walk out on anything without knowing you have gave your best !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAP.. Ben wants to leave the country !! Or at least find some where with some cool ppl to chill .. WHO IS ON ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess not many ppl bothers nowadays ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben roger and out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-6342319788789100052?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/6342319788789100052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/6342319788789100052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-1625031256931454906</id><published>2007-11-09T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T00:22:45.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First lesson</title><content type='html'>Yeah today was my first training session.. Its so engaging and interesting learning much about coffee and how it affect ppl's lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had coffee tasting and now i am reminded why i chose coke instead of coffee.. Its the caffeine that's too strong in plain coffee that when the kick kicks in.. i get a splitting headache!! haha&lt;br /&gt;but smelling tasting the coffee is soo interesting. The flavour, aroma and the taste amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not fated.. I can imagine we were not able to meet up even with a planned meeting.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;So wat does this say ?? i think i know the ans.. but am i willing to accept it?? hmmm ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-1625031256931454906?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/1625031256931454906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/1625031256931454906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-lesson.html' title='First lesson'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-8726189268619410881</id><published>2007-11-05T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:45:01.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK the last time i blogged was about 1 mth ago..</title><content type='html'>I guess i should try to update this a little more often..&lt;br /&gt;I dunno for who to read, but i guess some times the penning of the thoughts can be quite relieving..&lt;br /&gt;Well some news.. I have passed my driving test.. so i have been driving for the past few weeks. Some ppl have gotten the liberty to get a ride, like little god sis lina, and also my dancing partner.. and some of the other ppl. OH YES i drove kel's van too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the dains dance fest. Did waltz and the rhumba. Still cannot make it, but was able to do the rhumba better than the other dances except for the shaking of the butt.. I know i know.. kel and cheryl are both thinking why on earth would i start dancing?? haha i guess i am a little bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next got a job at starbucks.. started training.. anyone wanna come for coffee to let me know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, she's attached.. still trying to face the music.. some things are just so hard to swallow.. well...&lt;br /&gt;okies tat's about all the update..&lt;br /&gt;Ben out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-8726189268619410881?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/8726189268619410881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/8726189268619410881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok-last-time-i-blogged-was-about-1-mth.html' title='OK the last time i blogged was about 1 mth ago..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-1401384707646802783</id><published>2007-10-11T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T00:02:05.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He danced...</title><content type='html'>Yeah after so long of not blogging.. this interestin experience have lead me to blog again. Well got the stupid tagboard fixed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes..&lt;br /&gt;Yes went dancing.. With whom?? Only she will know.. but then again it was very interesting. After all the clubbing for the past few yrs. Latin dance which was the dance i did sure taught me a great deal of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok just 1 point before i go to sleep and continue more tomorrow. Well you can stand there and groove to the music alone. You can sway to the music, show your stuff and all, but in the end you're just there one person alone. You still yearn for companionship- someone to dance with- someone to show this wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you realise that dancing with someone is not all that easy. This i will elaborate more tmr. For now good nite everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-1401384707646802783?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/1401384707646802783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/1401384707646802783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/he-danced.html' title='He danced...'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-7335050196631133345</id><published>2007-09-02T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:37:42.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bible!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah i really cant imagine it... It's like a gift i have been dreaming of.. Its a new american standard bible. A huge inductive study bible. Well holding it at the service today was one of the most breath taking moments. It was a gift from ivin, and really in quite a dilema to use it, cos exams are this week, even though i really really wanna just sink in holding to my new bible and just spend time reading it. I dont think the contents are very different, but it's my first huge study bible, i am really looking forward to future days of learning from its. Thanks to God..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-7335050196631133345?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/7335050196631133345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/7335050196631133345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-bible.html' title='New Bible!!'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-773753865473863637</id><published>2007-08-24T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T12:10:44.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walk..</title><content type='html'>Fuoowah!! It's been quite long since i have last blogged. Haha.. So busy with school work and stuff.. and recently have gotten this new habit of talking to God more, so kinda strange to be typing my thoughts on the com again.. haha.. It's really quite cool and recommend everyone to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now i am at the national library, for the second time actually. It's quite a nice place to chill with free internet and stuff. Going to meet my classmates to study. WAH!! me studying??!! big change eh .. Well its something i have actually realised long long time ago. If i wanna encourage the youths to study, I myself should study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well wanna share an interesting finding that i had. As i was reading Genesis. In chapter 3, it is said that God was walking in the garden in the cool of the day. It is actually described as God walked. I know its quite a small thing, but the almighty God!! He can fly, or hover or drift about, but He walks. And the basic reason why God chooses to walk, is because so that we can walk with Him. How amazing rite?? He chooses to do the most simplest of things for companionship with us. How many of us actually willing to choose to respond to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks so that we can walk with Him. It was very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-773753865473863637?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/773753865473863637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/773753865473863637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/walk.html' title='The Walk..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-1756139279382797210</id><published>2007-07-29T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T07:39:44.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a "Kingdom" Is ?</title><content type='html'>Everyone of us has a "kingdom" - or a "queendom," or a "government" - a realm that is uniquely our own, wehre our choice determines what happens. Here is a truth that reaches into the deepest part of what it is to be a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may think it should not be so. John Calvin remarked rather balefully, "Everyone flatters himself and carries a kingdom in his breast." He understood this to mean that "there is nobody who does not imagine that he is really better than the others." Perhaps this is so for humand beings as they are. All too easily, at least, we presume to rule others - in opinion and word, if not in deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is nevertheless true that we are made to "have dominion" within an appropriate domain of reality This is the core of the likeness or image of God in us and is the basis of the destiny for which we were formed. We are, all of us, never-ceasing spiritual beings with a unique eternal calling to count for good in God's great universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our "kingdom" is simply the range of our effective will. Whatever we genuinely have the say over is in our kingdom. And our having the say over something is precisely what places within our kingdom. In creating human beings God made them to rule, to reign, to have dominion in a limited sphere. only so can they be persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any being that has say over nothing at all is no person. We only have to imagine what that would be like to see this is so. Such "persons" would not even be able to command their own body their own thoughs. They would be reduced to completely passive obsevers who count for nothing, who make no DIFFERENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sense of having some degree of control over things is none recognised as a bital factor in both mental and physical health and can make the difference between life and death in those who are seriouly ill. Anyone who raised a child, or has even supervised the work of others, knows how important it is to let them do it - whatever "it" may be - and to do so as soon as that is practically feasible. Obviously, having a place of rule goes to the very heart of who we are, ouf out integrity, strength and competence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By contrast, attacks on our personhood always take the form of diminishing what we can do or have say over, sometimes up to the point of forcing us to submit to what we abhor. In the familiar human order, slaves are at the other end of the spectrum from kings. Their bodies and lives are at the disposal of another. Prisoners are , in most cases, several degrees above slaves. And, as the twentieth century has taught us, thought control is worst of all. It is the most heinous form of soul destruction, in which even our own thoughts are not really ours. It reaches most deeply into our substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;extracted from:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Divine Conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;Dallas Willard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-1756139279382797210?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/1756139279382797210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/1756139279382797210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-kingdom-is.html' title='What a &quot;Kingdom&quot; Is ?'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-1294246142496609467</id><published>2007-07-24T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:55:17.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know- Lincoln Brewster &amp; Darrell Evans</title><content type='html'>Though I'm walling through the valley&lt;br /&gt;Of the darkest hour I've known&lt;br /&gt;Lord don't You leave me all alone&lt;br /&gt;When I'm surrounded by the shadows&lt;br /&gt;That seem to feed my fear&lt;br /&gt;I will trust You&lt;br /&gt;Though I may not feel You here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that Your love is unfailing&lt;br /&gt;O I know Your grace is so amazing&lt;br /&gt;O I know even though my faith be shaken&lt;br /&gt;O I still know that I’ll never be forsaken&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause You’re always faithful&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my bed has been floating&lt;br /&gt;On the flood of all my tears&lt;br /&gt;Seems as though my joy has disappeared&lt;br /&gt;In what I feel or see&lt;br /&gt;I will cling to You&lt;br /&gt;And Trust You’re holding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worship You&lt;br /&gt;I look to You&lt;br /&gt;I trust You with my life&lt;br /&gt;I worship You&lt;br /&gt;I look to You&lt;br /&gt;Come lift my head up high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I don’t know where I’m walking&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll take it day by day&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll hold Your hand&lt;br /&gt;And You will lead the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-1294246142496609467?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/1294246142496609467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/1294246142496609467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-lincoln-brewster-darrell-evans.html' title='I Know- Lincoln Brewster &amp; Darrell Evans'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-2181877554399487561</id><published>2007-07-17T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:02:05.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Monday!! (part 2)</title><content type='html'>The REAL FUN begins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/starting.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_starting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just got into the pool.. Let the fun begin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/bigsplash.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_bigsplash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG SPLASH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/trapeze.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_trapeze.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human see saw.. I have been wondering how was this possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/transporter.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_transporter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human transporter.. talking bout children being a burden hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/mywrath.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_mywrath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feel my wrath!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/sohappy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_sohappy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chair roll with Aiko having a splashing good time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/playwithme.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_playwithme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Jie Jie Chair Roll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/havingfun.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_havingfun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just chillin by the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/joy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_joy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to rest during this picture.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/chimps.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_chimps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the human transporter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/chillin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_chillin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having her own time at the pool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/tired.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_tired.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted Chair roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/chairroll.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_chairroll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't messing with me!!(shot taken by future photographer Atticus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/tonguesout.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_tonguesout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swim fun.. (shot taken by future photographer Atticus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/paris.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_paris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop princess..(shot taken by future photographer Atticus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/parisncheryl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_parisncheryl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop princess and Chair Roll..(shot taken by future photographer Atticus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/hippies.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_hippies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/cuddle.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_cuddle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/afterswim.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_afterswim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!! Final shot before we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its was a tiring but super fun day for us.. Who wanna babysit them can just let Aunty Geraldine know..&lt;br /&gt;Ben over and out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-2181877554399487561?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/2181877554399487561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/2181877554399487561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/hectic-monday-part-2.html' title='Hectic Monday!! (part 2)'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-6275588082493099416</id><published>2007-07-17T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:05:52.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Monday!!</title><content type='html'>Yes it was a hectic monday. Me and chair roll got our first babysitting duty. Aunty Geraldine asked us if we wanted to help take care of aiko and atticus for the afternoon so that she could catch up on some house work. Here are some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to edit the size the photos quite big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventure begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/atticus.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_atticus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/aiko.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_aiko.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a day spent with this 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/IMG_1460.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_IMG_1460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing for the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/koala.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_koala.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't Aiko look like a koala bear??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/bigmouth.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_bigmouth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  got them to coordinate for this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/allsmiles.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_allsmiles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/3ofus.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_3ofus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Atticus had the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/acrobats.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/BenMac/th_acrobats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the acrobatics begin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-6275588082493099416?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/6275588082493099416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/6275588082493099416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/hectic-monday.html' title='Hectic Monday!!'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-8554815605529847028</id><published>2007-07-07T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:04:05.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>Why is it so difficult to bring a point across?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it always results or object oriented and not process?&lt;br /&gt;Why programmes not people?&lt;br /&gt;Why topics not relationships?&lt;br /&gt;Why avoid not embrace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i the only one who thinks like that? if i am the only one does it make me wrong to think the way i think? Or am i so prone to do and say stupid stuff that actually i do not make sense at all, not even myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all these that's been going through my mind&lt;br /&gt;Today i did the one thing that i know that i would someday regret doing it. And i am still struggling if its the best choice. Hai..&lt;br /&gt;saddened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signal low going off..&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Over and  Out....*squash*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-8554815605529847028?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/8554815605529847028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/8554815605529847028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-6532683179644538388</id><published>2007-07-04T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T00:57:02.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Packets of MILK..</title><content type='html'>This happened at the end of my trip to hongkong/shenzhen.&lt;br /&gt;We were having dinner/picnic just outside the customs after checking in our luggage. Suddenly there was this huge commotion, it was an African man. He was screaming at the top of his voice, as his food ( 2 packets of milk ) was thrown away by the customs officer as the new rule states that liquids could not be brought to the plane. He later went to burst milk at the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, really bad comments came from the crowd. Without knowing the reason for his behaviour, as by-standers horrible judgement and names were given to the poor man. "I can't believe all these for just 2 packets of milk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i knew the reason for his behaviour, i managed to catch a glimpse of his expression during the heated moment. To me he was not angry due to the outrageous new rule tat he could not bring the milk on board. He was more frustrated out of sheer disappointment. I suddenly felt sorry for him. Because i know how it is to feel helpless and stuck, being so far from home. I felt that he could have been discriminated throughout his journey due to his colour, and that was his last straw. Probably, that is why he flared up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I saw the man pulling a customs officer, guiding him towards a baby's cart. He then said the milk was for the baby, how could they throw away food for the baby, especially this budget flight does not provide anything during flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, i formed a better picture in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, He and his family were not treated fairly due to their colour. They could have had problems along the way. Knowing China people, their service were not very good either. Secondly, the chinese customs officer may have just thrown away the liquid with no questions asked as the new rule had stated. (Some would say only a fool would have brought liquids on flight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i believed that he was no fool. Now i could feel his disappointment. He knew the new rule, but he thought that there could have been a leeway. He was hoping for a chance, not so that he could smuggle liquids on board, but it was for the baby. He was hoping for compassion. I was frustrated. How come no one helped? Yes i agree, due to the many terrorist threats we should be more careful, but it would not hurt to be nice. Especially the people from China, they are horrible at service. Isn't it obvious why the guy brought milk? Couldn't somemore asked him if he knew the new rules why did he bring the milk? Even if his milk could not be brought, someone could have suggested that the airline to provide milk for the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it fair to put this guy in jail for milk? Or prevent him from boarding the plane, or even calling him a mad man? I was very sad, as i could not help him, being stuck on the otherside of customs, and when i crossed over the commotion was over. This was stucked in me the entire day, and it feels a little better letting it out here. Like i mentioned, we really need to be more cautious about terrorist threats, but we should be more fair. Rather than we are more careful of those only of a certain colour or race. Most of them are really nice people. I felt that we really need to learn to show a bit more kindess, a bit more forgivenss, abit more understanding and more compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Cheryl Kel and Szewei, I am really sorry that i put on a black face before boarding the plane, but the situation really took my spirits away. I hope it did not spoil the trip in anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-6532683179644538388?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/6532683179644538388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/6532683179644538388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/two-packets-of-milk.html' title='Two Packets of MILK..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-5166976462218891048</id><published>2007-06-21T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T01:24:33.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CAGE!!</title><content type='html'>10 guys 1 ball 1 cage..&lt;br /&gt;What will you get?&lt;br /&gt;Thrill! Rage!Power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun to play thrilling to watch..&lt;br /&gt;Much skill involved.. but if you dont you just gotta whack the ball as hard as you can..&lt;br /&gt;boys put aside your childishness and fear of pain to challenge the men..&lt;br /&gt;You fall you dont cry or whine.. pick yourself up and keep going again and again..&lt;br /&gt;Men put aside their pride.. Lose a game or a tackle.. just keep trying again..&lt;br /&gt;The bonding and fellowship of men.. Sharing of values and experiences..&lt;br /&gt;All stand tall in the CAGE!&lt;br /&gt;A barbaric game played by gentlemen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all who made it possible:&lt;br /&gt;Our Sponsors&lt;br /&gt;The players&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl and Hozzy( Supporters/Groupies/Cheerleaders/Cameragirl)&lt;br /&gt;I salute you all ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-5166976462218891048?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5166976462218891048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5166976462218891048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/cage.html' title='THE CAGE!!'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-7556718730806782942</id><published>2007-06-13T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:46:09.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ran away</title><content type='html'>It happened.&lt;br /&gt;I went blank. I didn't know what to do. I just took a step back and said to myself, "I am sorry, NO" I just felt at that moment suddenly that I am not up to it. Then i turned away.&lt;br /&gt;I am really sorry.. Please choose someone else in future and no me thanks you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-7556718730806782942?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/7556718730806782942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/7556718730806782942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-ran-away.html' title='I ran away'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-7922333275426648844</id><published>2007-06-06T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:41:54.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt my heart today..</title><content type='html'>It happened today during our pre camp leader's meeting.. Hahaha we were praying and suddenly SMACK!! fwah it jus came lor. Really haven felt like tat in awhile. It's a very raw feeling. 2 yrs of toughness has harden not only muscles, but heart to. Sometimes it's really hard to feel or think. But i can say the feelin was good, even though a like quizzy or fuzzy and not used to. But it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder wat camp will be like. Got my lady boss gotta help her. haha. let's see wat happens in the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-7922333275426648844?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/7922333275426648844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/7922333275426648844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-felt-my-heart-today.html' title='I felt my heart today..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-463221351422130304</id><published>2007-06-05T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:54:23.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been confirmed..</title><content type='html'>Have been looking for it .. Now its confirmed that i cant tattoo, it says so in the bible.. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Leviticus 19:27, 28 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-3309" class="sup"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt; " 'Do not cut the hair at the sides of your head or clip off the edges of your beard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-3310" class="sup"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt; " 'Do not cut your bodies for the dead or put tattoo marks on yourselves. I am the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yeap.. so i cant..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-463221351422130304?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/463221351422130304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/463221351422130304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-been-confirmed.html' title='It&apos;s been confirmed..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-1756914820134749395</id><published>2007-05-27T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:21:35.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo!!</title><content type='html'>Would really wanna get a tattoo.. Something that is really meaningful to me.. tat's why i am taking my time to think of the design.. Cant be bothered wat others will think la.. As if any one bothers.. Like when i get a tattoo.. suddenly to everyone you're all bad and stuff.. Everyone thinks i am an Ah Beng anyway ..haha so who cares.. this is jus a random thought..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-1756914820134749395?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/1756914820134749395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/1756914820134749395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo!!'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-3892959497536613868</id><published>2007-05-27T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:03:49.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn!!</title><content type='html'>I bruised my right feet again..&lt;br /&gt;damn sian la cannot really walk properly. This is like the second time i have bruised it.. i bruised it once before taiwan. I think it has became a permanent injury. Now do sports please remind me that i gotta have proper footware.. I am no more the young punk who can play sports or anything else barefooted or in converse school shoes anymore. Really miss those good old days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-3892959497536613868?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/3892959497536613868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/3892959497536613868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/darn.html' title='Darn!!'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-5480926644497134523</id><published>2007-05-22T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:50:47.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Spoke</title><content type='html'>It's 0045 hrs 22/05.. Have been tossing and turning on my bed.. There's a voice tat's been murmuring in my head for the pass half an hour and i cant sleep. I pray so hard that it's him speaking.. cos i haven heard him in awhile. Just searched the net for oswald chamber's "My Utmost for His Highest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Daily bread:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="1" width="85%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 21st.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td colspan="3" height="16"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;DIVINE REASONINGS OF FAITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td colspan="3" height="16"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and His righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you." &lt;/i&gt; Matthew 6:33&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Immediately we look at these words of Jesus, we find them the most revolutionary statement human ears ever listened to. "Seek ye &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; the kingdom of God." We argue in exactly the opposite way, even the most spiritually-minded of us - "But I &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; live; I &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; make so much money; I &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; be clothed; I &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; be fed." The great concern of our lives is not the kingdom of God, but how we are to fit ourselves to live. Jesus reverses the order: Get rightly related to God first, maintain that as the great care of your life, and never put the concern of your care on the other things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Take no thought for your life. . . ."&lt;/i&gt; Our Lord points out the utter unreasonableness from His standpoint of being so anxious over the means of living. Jesus is not saying that the man who takes thought for nothing is blessed - that man is a fool. Jesus taught that a disciple has to make his relationship to God the dominating concentration of his life, and to be carefully careless about every thing else in comparison to that. Jesus is saying - "Don't make the ruling factor of your life what you shall eat and what you shall drink, but be concentrated absolutely on God." Some people are careless over what they eat and drink, and they suffer for it; they are careless about what they wear, and they look as they have no business to look; they are careless about their earthly affairs, and God holds them responsible. Jesus is saying that the great care of the life is to put the relationship to God first, and everything else second. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is one of the severest disciplines of the Christian life to allow the Holy Spirit to bring us into harmony with the teaching of Jesus in these verses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops passed 12 already so was yesterday's daily bread.. but felt it was very meaningful.. God i pray that you will come again into my life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-5480926644497134523?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5480926644497134523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5480926644497134523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/he-spoke.html' title='He Spoke'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-5961501565042807975</id><published>2007-05-10T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T03:12:22.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Back again..</title><content type='html'>This ain't the first time i am posting such a post.. so feeling kinda weird.. haha&lt;br /&gt;Well i am back.. this time it marks the end of my service. This trip has thought me alot about ppl both camp mates as well as ppl at home. My entire army cycle i thought would be a breeze course how tough can army be?? But God really made it a huge humbling experience for me. Now gotta adapt once again to civillian life.. haha.. Go back to study.. open the next chapter.. wonder how it would be like?? Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-5961501565042807975?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5961501565042807975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5961501565042807975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-back-again.html' title='I am Back again..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-5988163479022313474</id><published>2007-04-28T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:20:30.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Taiwan..</title><content type='html'>Life here is suffering.. Really miss home..&lt;br /&gt;Cant believed the things said to a soldier far from home.. disappointment..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-5988163479022313474?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5988163479022313474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5988163479022313474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-taiwan_28.html' title='From Taiwan..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-7836361163812991692</id><published>2007-04-28T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:20:29.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Taiwan..</title><content type='html'>Life here is suffering.. Really miss home..&lt;br /&gt;Cant believed the things said to a soldier far from home.. disappointment..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-7836361163812991692?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/7836361163812991692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/7836361163812991692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-taiwan.html' title='From Taiwan..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-3341583576643835302</id><published>2007-04-14T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T23:09:47.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I</title><content type='html'>Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth&lt;br /&gt;Would care to know my name&lt;br /&gt;Would care to feel my hurt&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star&lt;br /&gt;Would choose to light the way&lt;br /&gt;For my ever wandering heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am&lt;br /&gt;But because of what You've done&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;But because of who You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Vapor in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;And You've told me who I am&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours, I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin&lt;br /&gt;Would look on me with love and watch me rise again&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea&lt;br /&gt;Would call out through the rain&lt;br /&gt;And calm the storm in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-3341583576643835302?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/3341583576643835302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/3341583576643835302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-4050736237526708300</id><published>2007-04-11T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:36:31.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Your song..</title><content type='html'>Chemistry -Chapter 16: The Periodic Table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic: Group 0 / XVIII - Noble Gases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noble gases are in Group O or VIII,&lt;br /&gt;They sat around without doing a thing,&lt;br /&gt;But chemists managed to activate them&lt;br /&gt;And now such hope and joy they bring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the ‘Helium’ or ‘Neon family’&lt;br /&gt;They have the lowest densities.&lt;br /&gt;Noble gases, they rarely react,&lt;br /&gt;Yet play big roles in welding and space tech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make up less than 1% of air.&lt;br /&gt;Not only monatomic, but also rare,&lt;br /&gt;Colourless at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;They’re used to create inert atmospheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noble gases are happy atoms,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause they have full valence shells&lt;br /&gt;They go about their natural lives&lt;br /&gt;They don’t react with other elements well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their melting and boiling points are low&lt;br /&gt;And each of them is a non-metallic gas&lt;br /&gt;All other elements try to imitate them&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause NOBLE GASES KICK YOUR …shins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helium when mixed with oxygen in tanks&lt;br /&gt;Prevents divers from getting the bends&lt;br /&gt;Borne of excess nitrogen in one’s blood&lt;br /&gt;The bends make breathing rather hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In abundance on the moon that has stored deposits of,&lt;br /&gt;Helium-3 is a proposed fuel for spacecraft.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly used to fill balloons and blimps&lt;br /&gt;Helium can turn your voice into high-pitched screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argon’s commonly used in filament light bulbs,&lt;br /&gt;It keeps the other gases from reacting in the heat.&lt;br /&gt;And because of its striking, bright colours&lt;br /&gt;Neon lighting can be seen on almost every street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovered in 1898&lt;br /&gt;Xenon is the rarest of its state&lt;br /&gt;Still recovered by liquefaction&lt;br /&gt;Xenon puts strobe lights into action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radon has got seven electron shells,&lt;br /&gt;It holds 83 electrons and protons as well.&lt;br /&gt;‘If I’m an eye surgeon then I can bump off superman,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause Krypton’s in my laser and I’m holding it here in my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-4050736237526708300?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/4050736237526708300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/4050736237526708300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-your-song.html' title='This is Your song..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-5856491309261431098</id><published>2007-04-08T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:14:21.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update..</title><content type='html'>Ok it's been 2 week since i posted something.. so i guess i should put up a little update here.. well i will be leaving for taiwan soon.. it kinda marks the end of my army chapter.. well everytime leaving the country ( this is the third time for army..) i dont feel quite rite..it's as if something might go wrong when ya overseas so such stupid things like army.. furthermore it kinda sucks cos you come back rather out of touch from every thing else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den there's you.. my hairstylist.. opening up to me about stuff.. giving hope as well as taking away some.. i always wonder how could you me so cruel and heartless.. yet sometimes so caring and kind.. it's been confusing.. and i guess some would say emo riding the pass couple of weeks.. need to get solution quick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes !! Lastly very impt!! Pray Jayna!! She will be going through another operation on 090407.. So please pray that it will be all over soon.. A baby going through so much when she just got into the world.. Pray for Ivin and Joyce that they will still grow strong in God too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-5856491309261431098?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5856491309261431098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5856491309261431098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/update.html' title='Update..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-5456166617891430511</id><published>2007-03-24T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T10:43:43.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Sang This..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-aUUKI9HHt4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-aUUKI9HHt4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-5456166617891430511?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5456166617891430511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5456166617891430511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/she-sang-this.html' title='She Sang This..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-5454759067810228430</id><published>2007-03-17T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:37:29.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Tomorrow Never Comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes late at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lie awake and watch her sleeping&lt;br /&gt;She's lost in peaceful dreams&lt;br /&gt;So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark&lt;br /&gt;And the thought crosses my mind&lt;br /&gt;If I never wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Would she ever doubt the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;About her in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;Will she know how much I loved her&lt;br /&gt;Did I try in every way to show her every day&lt;br /&gt;That she's my only one&lt;br /&gt;And if my time on earth were through&lt;br /&gt;And she must face the world without me&lt;br /&gt;Is the love I gave her in the past&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be enough to last&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life&lt;br /&gt;Who never knew how much I loved them&lt;br /&gt;Now I live with the regret&lt;br /&gt;That my true feelings for them never were revealed&lt;br /&gt;So I made a promise to myself&lt;br /&gt;To say each day how much she means to me&lt;br /&gt;And avoid that circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;Will she know how much I loved her&lt;br /&gt;Did I try in every way to show her every day&lt;br /&gt;That she's my only one&lt;br /&gt;And if my time on earth were through&lt;br /&gt;And she must face the world without me&lt;br /&gt;Is the love I gave her in the past&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be enough to last&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell that someone that you love&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're thinking of&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-5454759067810228430?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5454759067810228430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5454759067810228430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-tomorrow-never-comes.html' title='If Tomorrow Never Comes'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-2364089131516926385</id><published>2007-03-16T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:33:47.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did it become like that?</title><content type='html'>She: Thanks for the help..&lt;br /&gt;Me: No problem.. For you anything..&lt;br /&gt;She: Stop joking, I am sure you will do the same for anyone..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nah.. It's only for you..&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short quote from a conversation that i had recently.. it's been on my mind all week. Come to think about it, yeah it's kinda true.. i would help my fren in need in every possible means that i can. Now it has reached an extend that i cant show this person that i care for her more than anyone else because i would do the same to anyone that i know.. HAHAHA!! the IRONY rite.. From a young punk who couldn't give a damn about anyone, changed to someone who has other ppl's interest over his.. now he has this problem.. haha .. So wat now? stop being nice? i really dunno wat to do sia... haha.. So someone pls tell me how???? &lt;br /&gt;It's not easy.. to be Ben..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-2364089131516926385?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/2364089131516926385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/2364089131516926385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-did-it-become-like-that.html' title='How did it become like that?'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-5974178253947891352</id><published>2007-01-29T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T11:44:51.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES!!! ARGH!!!!</title><content type='html'>ok i am a little bored on my half day off morning.. so here are some pictures that i kinda like since i got my canon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img242.imageshack.us/my.php?image=thegirlsxb8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/6744/thegirlsxb8.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls.. looks damn cool rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img248.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dazejk8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/6189/dazejk8.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. We all seem to be looking towards something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img179.imageshack.us/my.php?image=timoey7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/993/timoey7.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timo.. best bro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img263.imageshack.us/my.php?image=twinsuy4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/3324/twinsuy4.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the twins.. childhood buddies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img407.imageshack.us/my.php?image=beachboyslm4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/5010/beachboyslm4.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beachboy.. my homies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img260.imageshack.us/my.php?image=soldiervi4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/5897/soldiervi4.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the soldier with his family... For honour and Glory!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img401.imageshack.us/my.php?image=mels4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/1646/mels4.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img440.imageshack.us/my.php?image=cheryldm3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/4885/cheryldm3.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waiting for Her.. She waiting for Him.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img267.imageshack.us/my.php?image=p1010061bh8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img267.imageshack.us/img267/3787/p1010061bh8.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more waiting.. Movie time .. Big smiles for the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img246.imageshack.us/my.php?image=loisas2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/3694/loisas2.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lois.. the girl who increase my bites to 700.. she's seems she's always biting somethin.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img256.imageshack.us/my.php?image=lydiarq6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img256.imageshack.us/img256/8905/lydiarq6.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!! wat ya doing with that silver box thing with a flash and a hole..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img442.imageshack.us/my.php?image=modelboyda9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/2184/modelboyda9.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAY model boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img442.imageshack.us/my.php?image=gloriaandloisww4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/7599/gloriaandloisww4.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh aint that sweeet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img101.imageshack.us/my.php?image=bigcheeksvr4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/9106/bigcheeksvr4.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got big cheeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img248.imageshack.us/my.php?image=linaandgaybr5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/5632/linaandgaybr5.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAY!! We are all happy peeps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img294.imageshack.us/my.php?image=linald6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/9453/linald6.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Sis.. she been big encouragement.. she grown up le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwah.. these are some nice pictures.. hope you peeps like them..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-5974178253947891352?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5974178253947891352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5974178253947891352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/01/pictures-argh.html' title='PICTURES!!! ARGH!!!!'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-1583412105003883856</id><published>2007-01-27T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T08:10:11.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Week!!</title><content type='html'>Fwah .. it was a super duper amazingly tough week.. really cant imagine how did i actually survived it.. Carried such a heavy load and yet had to walk such super long distance, and still be able to fight.. OH yes watched apoloclypto last nite.. amazing show.. learned quite a lot of stuff from the movie.. but the show is a bit disturbing.. cos a lot of blood.. power haha.. well just woke up after 4 hrs of slee[p.. going to play bball.. so give more info when i am back tonite.. ciaoz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-1583412105003883856?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/1583412105003883856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/1583412105003883856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/01/tough-week.html' title='Tough Week!!'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-5825082304122382275</id><published>2007-01-21T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:39:01.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for remembering..</title><content type='html'>haha .. feels weird la.. never really look forward to this day.. but thanks to all that were here today .. erm.. haven been active on this stupid blog.. but i have tonnes of picture that i wanna put up.. will put them up once i am more free.. or less tired... haha .. ok going back camp soon.. ciao ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-5825082304122382275?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5825082304122382275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/5825082304122382275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2007/01/thanks-for-remembering.html' title='thanks for remembering..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-7586802516129308245</id><published>2006-12-28T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:09:38.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost A Month</title><content type='html'>Yeap.. it's almost a month ago that i blogged.. strange how come i am still maintaining this blog..  When got nothing to do at least can type some stuff.. Sometime when i have lotsa stuff to say.. suddenly when i sit down at this page.. my mind is blank.. like now. So ok i am going to sleep. Meeting some peeps to buy hats haha.. Yeap hat day coming up soon so be prepared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Roger out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-7586802516129308245?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/7586802516129308245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/7586802516129308245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-almost-month.html' title='It&apos;s almost A Month'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-1899388764957675276</id><published>2006-12-28T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:03:15.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Coach Ken Carter:&lt;/b&gt; What is your deepest fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Timo Cruz:&lt;/b&gt; Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened 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 is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this when watching the movie coach carter.. very interesting way of putting our fears. I felt this being quite true..  Many times i even wonder how often do we even think about it.. Den again when we know our own fears how many do actually try to face it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-1899388764957675276?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/1899388764957675276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/1899388764957675276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/interesting-quote.html' title='Interesting Quote'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-116503497416216038</id><published>2006-12-02T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T12:49:34.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue skies</title><content type='html'>blue skies smiling at me&lt;br /&gt;nothing but blue skies do i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue birds singing a song&lt;br /&gt;nothing but blue skies from now on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never saw the sun shining so bright &lt;br /&gt;never saw things going so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noticing the days hurrying by&lt;br /&gt;when you're in love, my how they fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue days, all of them gone&lt;br /&gt;nothing but blue skies from now on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue skies smiling at me&lt;br /&gt;nothing but blue skies do i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluebirds singing a song&lt;br /&gt;nothing but blue skies from now on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-116503497416216038?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/116503497416216038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/116503497416216038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/blue-skies.html' title='Blue skies'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-116503397571572567</id><published>2006-12-02T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T12:48:00.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted!!</title><content type='html'>Fwah .. last nites happy hour was alrite only.. but how did i got myself so wasted.. hahah i dunno man.. first time getting so drunk.. puked at the side of the parade square haha .. got carried back to bunk.. gi=ot stripped and cleaned up.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my buddies sia.. if not i would still be lying along the parade square..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-116503397571572567?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/116503397571572567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/116503397571572567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/wasted.html' title='Wasted!!'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-116395524729563681</id><published>2006-11-20T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:54:07.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Baby bu yao zai ku qi, zhe yi mu duo yao shou xi&lt;br /&gt;jin wo zhao ni de shou bi ci, dou she bu de fen li&lt;br /&gt;mei yi ci xiang kai kou dan bu ru bao chi an jing&lt;br /&gt;gei wo yi fen zhong zhuan xin, hao hao xin shang ni de mei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xing fu da pei bei shang, tong shi zai wo xin jiao cha&lt;br /&gt;cuo zhe de yan lei bu neng ce shi ai de zhong liang&lt;br /&gt;fu chu de ai shou bu hui, hai qian ni de wo bu neng gei&lt;br /&gt;bie ba wo xin ye dai zou, qu gen sui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mei yi ci he ni fen kai, shen shen de bei ni da bai&lt;br /&gt;mei yi ci fang qi ni de wen rou, tong ku nan yi shi huai&lt;br /&gt;mei yi ci he ni fen kai, mei yi ci kiss you Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;ai qing de zi wei ci ke wo zhong yu zui ming bai (wo zhong yu ming bai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xing fu da pei bei shang, tong shi zai wo xin jiao cha&lt;br /&gt;cuo zhe de yan lei bu neng ce shi ai de zhong liang&lt;br /&gt;fu chu de ai shou bu hui, dan qian ni de wo bu neng gei&lt;br /&gt;wo cai ming bai ai zui zhen shi de zi wei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-116395524729563681?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-116212867030896304?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/116212867030896304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/116212867030896304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/10/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-116212786416082041</id><published>2006-10-29T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:17:44.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I blog again.. "Going to BAY"</title><content type='html'>Fwah.. finally wanna blog, then this stupid blogger start to give so much problem... too me so long to correct it lor.. so tired somemore going to book in.. but i still wanna blog this interesting experience. Oh ya stupid tag board down again.. got new one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwah the first time i came to Bay was like 10 yrs ago sia.. since army kinda took a break.. den after so long going back again.. Timo asked for help.. Having waiting for an opportunity to come back.. plus since i am free.. so decided to come take a look.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah was a bit afraid lor.. one ah beng .. go be facilitator.. Portray Christ to the group .. Come on la.. but leaving that aside.. my group was quite fun.. I had: &lt;br /&gt;Sherman: The only talker in the group.. Very outgoing.. lotsa potential.. &lt;br /&gt;Stanley: The most sporty one.. &lt;br /&gt;Jasper: The most quite one.. but you know deep down a bright gentleman..&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan: The most sheltered one.. he is a good boy..&lt;br /&gt;Joseph: The new guy.. poser pai kia.. but ok la.. just needs a bit of direction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had fun bringin this group around.. At first i called them Ben's group la.. (Too ego liao..) but after that i felt they evolved to The wonders.. they are trully a wonderful group.. we ran about .. play the games .. it was cool.. I felt the best thing they did, or we did, was the twinkle twinkle little star boy band version for serene.. i just came up with the idea and all of them did it.. no complaints or afraid of embarassment.. so cool .. Yeap they were good.. thanks guys .. and timo and tianen too ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-116212786416082041?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/116212786416082041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/116212786416082041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-blog-again-going-to-bay_29.html' title='I blog again.. &quot;Going to BAY&quot;'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-115185820379137773</id><published>2006-07-03T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T00:36:43.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wag the Dog</title><content type='html'>Why did the Dog wag its tail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the Dog is smarter than its tail..&lt;br /&gt;If the tail is smarter than the Dog&lt;br /&gt;the tail would wag the Dog .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. &lt;br /&gt;haven posted anything in a while ..&lt;br /&gt;saw this on tv ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-115185820379137773?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/115185820379137773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/115185820379137773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/wag-dog.html' title='Wag the Dog'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-114935567685130904</id><published>2006-06-04T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T14:08:59.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>Yeah.. disappointed in a fren. Couldnt understand why person A would delete a picture from my camera? I just found out about it while checking the order of the pictures that i took.. Why would person A do that? I do not know how to ask person A abt it.. i guess i will just have to leave it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why did you do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-114935567685130904?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114935567685130904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114935567685130904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-114881298865666564</id><published>2006-05-28T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:43:08.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From hozzy</title><content type='html'>http://ben.youaremighty.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-114881298865666564?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114881298865666564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114881298865666564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-hozzy.html' title='From hozzy'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-114881058672737022</id><published>2006-05-28T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:03:06.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Showing more niceness</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. ok i guess i should try to be more nice, instead of being sgt mode all the time..&lt;br /&gt;so mr/ms annonymous ok .. &lt;br /&gt;the red beret is a head dress we put on in the army.. &lt;br /&gt;the colour red signifies being in the elite force.. &lt;br /&gt;yeap so here you go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-114881058672737022?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114881058672737022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114881058672737022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/showing-more-niceness.html' title='Showing more niceness'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-114761101489891791</id><published>2006-05-14T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T20:50:14.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally got it le</title><content type='html'>yeap.. got my red beret liao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-114761101489891791?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114761101489891791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114761101489891791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally-got-it-le.html' title='Finally got it le'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-114700405881926605</id><published>2006-05-07T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T12:55:54.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Beret</title><content type='html'>It's been 10 solid months le.. finally getting red beret turning ops ..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah red beret presentation.. dunno how it will feel.. after walking 72 km !! hell sia..&lt;br /&gt;Love ones will be there.. thanks to the peeps who are going..&lt;br /&gt;Hope she can be there.. hai.. but its ok .. i think now we are strangers already..&lt;br /&gt;yeap.. well sad things aside..&lt;br /&gt;RED BERET finally..&lt;br /&gt;turn ops means more relax.. hope to go back to doing church stuff..&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!! check out the next big thing..&lt;br /&gt;i think it will be something different..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-114700405881926605?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114700405881926605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114700405881926605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/red-beret.html' title='Red Beret'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-114700354784524781</id><published>2006-05-07T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T20:07:53.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The NEXT BIG THING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol%28" com=""&gt;www.combatlasersingapore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this website out.. no time to plug more info.. but i getting off days in june.. just need to know who wanna play.. will get more info .. asap..&lt;br /&gt;fill me in those who are interested ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-114700354784524781?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114700354784524781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114700354784524781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/next-big-thing.html' title='The NEXT BIG THING!!!'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-114382509545558725</id><published>2006-04-01T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T14:35:26.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leavin on a Jet plane</title><content type='html'>1 more hour before plane take off.. this trip feels weird.. not just for me but most of us.. only 9 months in the army.. yet i felt as if i am a seasoned soldier.. leaving the country for battle once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandpa is in hospital..&lt;br /&gt;training will be tough..&lt;br /&gt;will be away for so long.. again.. hai..&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-114382509545558725?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114382509545558725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114382509545558725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/leavin-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leavin on a Jet plane'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-114381699775891364</id><published>2006-03-31T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:56:37.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again</title><content type='html'>Yeap.. will be flying off to brunei in 3 hours time.. going away for another 3 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye ppl ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just talked to you on the phone.. I think things wont be the same again.. so i guess that's it rite.. hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the airport now.. had a great time today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-114381699775891364?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114381699775891364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114381699775891364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/once-again.html' title='Once again'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-114277040312875068</id><published>2006-03-19T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:13:23.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good ?!</title><content type='html'>So strange .. just when i thought its impossible to have someone who is Godly.. and sets a good example in the army.. Cpt Tan my company 2 I/C appears.. Have a lot of qns to ask him .. and see wat are his views and stuff.. so its so remarkable that God sends someone like him to my company..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But den again.. theres just this little problem that i have.. Well there's this someone who has been on my mind. But dunno for what reason we have not been talking.. i really dunno wat to do.. army has been very tiring.. so what should i do ?? can someone help me ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-114277040312875068?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114277040312875068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114277040312875068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-is-good.html' title='God is good ?!'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-114094758292560440</id><published>2006-02-26T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T17:53:03.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How come?</title><content type='html'>How can someone occupy so much of your time? That you will be thinking of her so often?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-114094758292560440?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114094758292560440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114094758292560440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-come_26.html' title='How come?'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-114088520536810704</id><published>2006-02-25T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:33:25.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird feeling</title><content type='html'>First conversation i had with her in a month or so ..&lt;br /&gt;So much to say.. yet not said.. den before i knew it .. it ended&lt;br /&gt;so wat happens next? I do not know&lt;br /&gt;but i sure know i wanna tell you this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="t9"&gt;&lt;span class="t9"&gt;&lt;span class="t9"&gt;&lt;span class="t9"&gt;&lt;span class="t9"&gt;&lt;span class="t9"&gt;&lt;span class="t9"&gt;&lt;span class="t9"&gt;&lt;span class="t9"&gt;Estou com saudade&lt;br /&gt;when will things come around .. for me ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-114088520536810704?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114088520536810704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114088520536810704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/weird-feeling.html' title='Weird feeling'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-114061676797391704</id><published>2006-02-22T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T21:59:28.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart thumping experience</title><content type='html'>This was a very rare moment.. For this first time in a long while i actually felt my heart beat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the car when i saw her crossing the road. I cant confirm it was her as she passed by quickly. She was waiting to cross the junction at the other side of the road, with her back facing me, i couldn't confirm if it was her. But that back view was all so familiar. Her hair, the way she carried her bag, and the way she sawy herself while waiting for the light to turn green. I looked at my watch while waiting for the light to turn green. It was 7.05pm. How come she was here at this moment? Finally, the light turned green, while the car moved forward, passed her, and i turned to look. Wah!! It was really her! What a coincidence? how can it be possible? but yes it was her.  That moment i wanted to get out of the car to chase after her. But something held me back. I really missed her.. Hopefully one day things will change around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a sign? i really dunno.. someone pls talk to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-114061676797391704?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114061676797391704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114061676797391704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/heart-thumping-experience.html' title='Heart thumping experience'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-114027716802686263</id><published>2006-02-18T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:39:28.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>Both elbows are in extreme pain right now... cant imagine what i just went through today..&lt;br /&gt;Wah just realised haven blogged in a while ..&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!!! elbows are in super alot of pain ..&lt;br /&gt;or actually i am in a lot of pain..&lt;br /&gt;wah things haven gone so well since christmas .. this really sucks .. someone shoot me!!&lt;br /&gt;i will choose the heart.. shoot there please..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-114027716802686263?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114027716802686263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/114027716802686263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-113731874501995685</id><published>2006-01-15T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T13:18:16.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the story about four people:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verybody, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;omebody, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nybody and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;obody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an important job to be done and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verybody was asked to do it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; E&lt;/span&gt;verybody was sure &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;omebody would do it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nybody could have done it, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;obody did it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;omebody got angry because  it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verybody's job. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verybody thought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nybody could do it, but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; N&lt;/span&gt;obody realised that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; E&lt;/span&gt;verybody wouldn't do it. It ended up that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verybody blamed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;omebody when actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;obody asked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-113731874501995685?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/113731874501995685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/113731874501995685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-story-about-four-people.html' title='This is the story about four people:'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-113670912625955488</id><published>2006-01-08T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T16:32:06.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Shut Down</title><content type='html'>Yeap there will be a temporary shut down of this blog..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-113670912625955488?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/113670912625955488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/113670912625955488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/temporary-shut-down.html' title='Temporary Shut Down'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-113559057245686888</id><published>2005-12-26T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T15:34:14.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>So..i didnt get what i wanted for christmas.. hai.. &lt;br /&gt;OK!! Tomorrow will be the beginning of HELL.. life in hendon camp.. more tougher times awaiting.. REGRETS!? Too late.. How tough can it be .. i do not know.. &lt;br /&gt;Wah.. just realise i got audience as young as 11 yr old jeremie ah..  so weird .. &lt;br /&gt;hai.. &lt;br /&gt;I used to be able to do so many things.. now everything so different..&lt;br /&gt;used to be able to interact with ppl .. now it feels so weird..&lt;br /&gt;used to be able to interact with kids .. now i think they more afraid of me..&lt;br /&gt;used to be able to play pool .. now can pocket a straight ball&lt;br /&gt;used to be able to play bball .. now cant dribble.. cant shoot.. worst cant lay-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah so tired .. 5 more hours before going back to camp.. really need a break .. really..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-113559057245686888?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-113492120287859546?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/113492120287859546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/113492120287859546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html' title='All i want for Christmas is ..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-113491577061277326</id><published>2005-12-18T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:22:50.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>Am I really back? &lt;br /&gt;What am i suppose to do since i am back? &lt;br /&gt;What am i suppose to do if i am not back? &lt;br /&gt;Back? &lt;br /&gt;Back home? &lt;br /&gt;Am i ok? &lt;br /&gt;define ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-113491577061277326?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/113491577061277326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/113491577061277326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-113491332886029490</id><published>2005-12-18T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:42:11.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps</title><content type='html'>You won’t admit you love me.&lt;br /&gt;And so how am I ever to know?&lt;br /&gt;You only tell me&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million times I ask you,&lt;br /&gt;And then I ask you over again.&lt;br /&gt;You only answer&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t make your mind up,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll never get started.&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna wind up&lt;br /&gt;Being parted, broken-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;So if you really love me,&lt;br /&gt;Say yes.&lt;br /&gt;But if you don’t, dear, confess.&lt;br /&gt;And please don’t tell me&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t make your mind up,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll never get started.&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna wind up&lt;br /&gt;Being parted, broken-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;So if you really love me,&lt;br /&gt;Say yes.&lt;br /&gt;But if you don’t, dear, confess.&lt;br /&gt;And please don’t tell me&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-113491332886029490?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/113491332886029490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/113491332886029490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/perhaps.html' title='Perhaps'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-113127277059027300</id><published>2005-11-06T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T18:26:10.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 more days</title><content type='html'>I have 19 more days before i will be heading taiwan.. wah there are so many thoughts in my mind.. hmm.. really miss hanging around bay ppl .. getting close to the time where i am most busiest during the yr, or used to be busiest.. now it's going to be the most streneous time of the yr for me.. haha i also dunno what i am typing liao.. really miss planning bay programmes and kdc stuff.. hanging out with teens and children.. wonder if i can still do all these after ns.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss organising massive movie outing for like 40+ ppl .. hangin out at the carpark after bay..  do stuff you know.. haha .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well as for you.. i will email you soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-113127277059027300?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/113127277059027300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/113127277059027300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/19-more-days.html' title='19 more days'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-113080430938342437</id><published>2005-11-01T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:18:29.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm..</title><content type='html'>Actually over the past weeks i have been  to this page many times (of cos i am refering to the post entry page of my blog) but i have not blog anything for quite sometime. Somehow since i have entered the army, i felt that i am getting lesser and lesser things to say. mang things are confidential and many times i dunno if it interests ppl. hmm.. kinda weird feelin..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to taiwan soon.. dun think things will be the same after that.. long long way to go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-113080430938342437?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/113080430938342437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/113080430938342437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-112945429461922167</id><published>2005-10-16T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T17:18:14.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>Yeap .. i have finally gotten my airborne wings.. silver wings upon my chest !! wooohoo.. the feeling of being in the air is superb... Starting leaders course this week .. We were told it is like a mini ranger course.. which is one of the toughest or actually the toughest course in the army.. well i pray that i will be able to endure it.. fwah army has been great sia.. looking forward to it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112945429461922167?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112945429461922167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112945429461922167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-112825766640277272</id><published>2005-10-02T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T20:54:26.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday..</title><content type='html'>Some how today felt very different.. Today's people.. today's worship, message, church and alot of other stuff felt so different.. today i felt more peace than before.. haven really felt so peaceful since i came into army .. wah .. it is really great .. thanks to God for such a wonderful sabbath.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update on my airborne course next week.. still lotsa stuff tat's going on .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last note.. "How can someone be on someone's mind all the time? It's so crazy .. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112825766640277272?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112825766640277272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112825766640277272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunday.html' title='Sunday..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-112704515536823200</id><published>2005-09-18T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:05:55.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airborne..</title><content type='html'>Yeap this week is the beginning of airborne.. I dunno sia.. i kinda like going crazy .. Like i am the only person who is super into army sia.. Feeling really off these days.. Below is the leaders creed that we gotta memorise for the leader's course.. and i have already memorised it .. wah how crazy is tat.. hai..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112704515536823200?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112704515536823200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112704515536823200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/airborne.html' title='Airborne..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-112704442909020971</id><published>2005-09-18T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T19:53:49.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaders Creed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;eading by example. I will accomplish all my assigned tasks to the best of my abilities. I am a leader, by choice and by vocation. I will lead by example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ndurance will be the hallmark of my leadership. I will place my mission as paramount importance, and will not rest till i have completed my mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ggressively will i tackle all problems. I will not let my commanders and men down, for they rely on me to discharge my duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;uty is my maxim. I will always be true to my responsibilities. I will not shun the hardest work, nor will i avoid the dullest task. I will display the selfsame energy to all tasks at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ffectively will i lead my men in battle and peace. I am responsible for their welfare, and i will demand for standards both in training and in combat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;esolutely will i honour the trust bestowed upon me. I will apply my dare and skill. I will use my initiative. I will not fail. I AM A LEADER. FOLLOW ME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112704442909020971?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112704442909020971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112704442909020971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/leaders-creed.html' title='Leaders Creed'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-112652580839935098</id><published>2005-09-12T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:50:10.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Church</title><content type='html'>Was playing bball yesterday in church.. fwah really miss the place.. even when i dream about me playing bball, the court will always be in church..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now going back to camp.. Airborne course starts next week..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112652580839935098?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112652580839935098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112652580839935098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/missing-church.html' title='Missing Church'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-112638709165463328</id><published>2005-09-11T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T05:18:11.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Feeling..</title><content type='html'>Last night i was invited to the BASC parents appreciation night thingy.. some how the even brought back lots of fond memories.. It brought back the times when i used to spend like almost all my time in church.. Some of the kids could still remember who i am ... And it felt rather heart warming when you hear them calling out your name.. watching the children perfoming christian songs and looking at their energy in their movements was amazing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow all these feels very different from the past.. i used to be able to spend countless days with these kids.. having fun .. studying with them.. listen to their joys and their complaints .. but now i cant.. and i also do not know if i could ever do it again .. really miss those days.. many things have changed. so have i...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112638709165463328?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112638709165463328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112638709165463328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/strange-feeling.html' title='Strange Feeling..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-112636905517363324</id><published>2005-09-10T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:17:35.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP lo</title><content type='html'>Yeap today marks the end of BMT.. finished commando bmt.. i heard from the instructors that bmt is the most fun time of army life.. but i am kinda looking forward to the next phase .. now 6 months away from the red beret.. i will be going to leaders course.. dunno what to expect.. but just know that there is alot of pressure and stress.. some say that it is actually advance bmt.. well i dunno .. all this army stuff getting me really confused ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112636905517363324?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112636905517363324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112636905517363324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/pop-lo.html' title='POP lo'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-112522139941274429</id><published>2005-08-28T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T17:29:59.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to see you when i wake up is a gift &lt;br /&gt;i didn't think could be real&lt;br /&gt;to know that you feel the same as i do &lt;br /&gt;is a three fold utopian dream&lt;br /&gt;you do something to me that i can't explain&lt;br /&gt;so would i be out of line if i said&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see your picture&lt;br /&gt;i smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine&lt;br /&gt;you have only been gone 10 days &lt;br /&gt;but already im wasting away&lt;br /&gt;i know ill see you again&lt;br /&gt;weither far or soon&lt;br /&gt;but i need you to know&lt;br /&gt;that i care&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112522139941274429?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112522139941274429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112522139941274429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/to-see-you-when-i-wake-up-is-gift-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-112516152524197543</id><published>2005-08-28T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T17:26:44.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survived Field Camp</title><content type='html'>Intense, Crazy, Hectic, Exhausting, Satisfying, Achieved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the words that came to my mind.. i truly cant imagine how did i completed (or even survived) field camp.. SBO hard 4 sand cans in it, plus carrying my rifle everywhere i went. The weight was extremely demoralising.. couldnt do proper push ups the first field days, and definitely couldnt run with the extra weight. But still we were made to do it. Some times during running we had our fieldpack on.. Physically, totally drained .. only left with your mind controlling your body to push on.. if not there can never be rest.. yes you can always hope on the safety rover and be driven to the next location.. but this will just show you are 1 cut below the rest.. making matters worst.. your feet is cover with blisters, and some blisters had blisters under it.. the pain was intense.. mind had to be focus .. i bet i was not thinking when i was marching .. cos all the mind was doing was just to instruct the movement of both legs .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God it is all over.. cant imagine how i went through it.. but den again .. like one of my favourite army quotes "Tough time dont last.. tough man do.." so i hope to be able to be tougher..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112516152524197543?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112516152524197543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112516152524197543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/survived-field-camp.html' title='Survived Field Camp'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-112397538942917095</id><published>2005-08-14T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T07:24:41.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Camp</title><content type='html'>Yup i wil be at field camp from 15 - 26 Aug.. yup so wont be around next weekend.. hai.. wonder what kinda hell we gonna get .. but hey spending time in the jungle i guess it may be fun.. pray that God will show me something when i am there.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup so wont be around next weekend.. wont be seeing ya guys .. so any meeting up can be done after the 26 Aug..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya wont be see ya too.. so miss ya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112397538942917095?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112397538942917095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112397538942917095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/field-camp.html' title='Field Camp'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-112341232304095527</id><published>2005-08-07T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:58:43.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same feeling</title><content type='html'>I open my eyes &lt;br /&gt;I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light &lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how &lt;br /&gt;I can't remember why &lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand the pain &lt;br /&gt;And I can't make it go away &lt;br /&gt;No I can't stand the pain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me &lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes &lt;br /&gt;Got nowhere to run &lt;br /&gt;The night goes on &lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream &lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's screaming &lt;br /&gt;I try to make a sound but no one hears me &lt;br /&gt;I'm slipping off the edge &lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a thread &lt;br /&gt;I wanna start this over again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered &lt;br /&gt;And I can't explain what happened &lt;br /&gt;And I can't erase the things that I've done &lt;br /&gt;No I can't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me &lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes &lt;br /&gt;Got nowhere to run &lt;br /&gt;The night goes on &lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream &lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes &lt;br /&gt;Got nowhere to run &lt;br /&gt;The night goes on &lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream &lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112341232304095527?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112341232304095527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112341232304095527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/same-feeling.html' title='same feeling'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-112341188674717459</id><published>2005-08-07T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:51:26.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter 5</title><content type='html'>Hey there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is my 5th letter if i am not wrong.. hmmmm.. yup sorry if the other letters were boring.. were quite tired when i wrote them .. but i guess you didnt like them .. really sorry .. Have not talked to you much.. really do not know what's up your mind .. so i guess will just have to wait.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112341188674717459?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112341188674717459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112341188674717459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/letter-5.html' title='Letter 5'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-112339860587323783</id><published>2005-08-07T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T15:10:05.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training</title><content type='html'>This week training was tough. Had 2 route marches, first one 12 km the other was 16 km.. had my IPPT too.. as well as SOC training.. Wah throughout the week i felt like giving up.. maybe i am not cut up to be a commando.. i am mentally and physically not fit enough to endure, even though my sergents all kept saying " Can one its all in the mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God its all over.. so now left week this week which is half a week, followed by field camp which is 2 weeks in tekong.. so it will be 2 weeks away from civilization.. wah .. mind will go crazy sia.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup so tat's all for this week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112339860587323783?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112339860587323783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112339860587323783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/training.html' title='Training'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-112280731714695119</id><published>2005-07-31T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:03:01.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a little something that i wrote when i was bored during lecture :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in this lecture theatre&lt;br /&gt;Outside's raining what a sad weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of your gentle touch&lt;br /&gt;It's been 5 days miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the army&lt;br /&gt;While you're in school&lt;br /&gt;Each passing day made me&lt;br /&gt;Miss You Miss You Miss You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this poem gonna end&lt;br /&gt;These few words can't say it all&lt;br /&gt;Hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sitting on this lecture stool&lt;br /&gt;Jus wanna say&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;miss you&lt;br /&gt;MISS YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112280731714695119?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112280731714695119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112280731714695119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-someone.html' title='To Someone'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-112280693021805693</id><published>2005-07-31T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T18:48:50.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home..</title><content type='html'>Been wanting to share this for a while.. but dunno how to phrase it.. but hell with it.. so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.. since being away for awhile, like in china and hong kong for about 2 months..den no break and immediately into the army and away for another 3 weekends, i kinda lost the direction of home. I start to wonder where is my home?? Is home the place where i stay? cos i stay in camp like for 6 nights a week so definitely there would be my home rite ? but it is not.. my real house feels like a hotel cos i am only home for 1 night.. church used to be my home.. but i now spend so little time there.. So WHERE CAN I CALL HOME?? It's kinda disturbing cos for a soldier to not know where is home is, he cant protect it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai.. i also dunno why i am thinking like that .. but quite weird.. 6 days a week.. i am told to train hard fight hard .. be strong .. but for what or who?? feels so strange.. Well the place where i used to call home, every weekend i see ppl taking it for granted, coming only at times when they please.. and seeking only for themselves.. and converting the entire meaning of home.. which is why sometimes making it foreign ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai.. home ?? where is it ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112280693021805693?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112280693021805693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112280693021805693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/home.html' title='Home..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-112159828482574639</id><published>2005-07-17T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:04:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's No You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"She's No You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got a lotta girls&lt;br /&gt;Who know they got it going on&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's ever a comparison to you&lt;br /&gt;Now can't you see that your the only one I really want&lt;br /&gt;And everything I need&lt;br /&gt;Is everything you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any girl walk by, don't matter&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your looking so much better&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever need to get&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in jealousy&lt;br /&gt;She could be a super-model&lt;br /&gt;Every magazine... the cover&lt;br /&gt;She'll never, ever mean a thing to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;She's no you... oh, no&lt;br /&gt;You give me more than I could ever want&lt;br /&gt;She's no you&lt;br /&gt;I'm satisfied with the one I've got&lt;br /&gt;'cause your all the girl&lt;br /&gt;That I've ever dreamed&lt;br /&gt;She's only a picture on a magazine&lt;br /&gt;She's no you... she's no you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got a lot of girls&lt;br /&gt;Who dance in all the videos&lt;br /&gt;But I prefer the way you do,&lt;br /&gt;The way you move&lt;br /&gt;You're more than beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna let you know&lt;br /&gt;That all I ever need&lt;br /&gt;Is what I've got with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any girl walk by, don't matter&lt;br /&gt;Every time your looking better&lt;br /&gt;I think your perfect&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing I would change&lt;br /&gt;She could be a super-model&lt;br /&gt;Every magazine... the cover&lt;br /&gt;She'll never, ever take my heart away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's ever gonna get to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the way you do&lt;br /&gt;Now baby can't you see&lt;br /&gt;That you're the one... the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who's ever made me feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothings ever coming even close&lt;br /&gt;No one's ever been comparable to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want nothing I don't got&lt;br /&gt;I don't need nothing but you&lt;br /&gt;I can't get more than you're given me&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop anything you do.&lt;br /&gt;Your all that... all that, and then some&lt;br /&gt;You know what... just what I need&lt;br /&gt;And no girl, no place and no where&lt;br /&gt;Could mean a thing to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112159828482574639?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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slack my time away.. and it gets too tiring too.. now that i have been exercising.. not moving much will kind of lead to me feeling very lethargic.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to get used to army life.. and i really kinda like it now.. even though it gets quite tiring.. but you constantly feel challenged, and at the end of it all you feel accomplished. Cos you will never thought you could have pushed yourself mentally through it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but something about army is it requires your constant focus all the time.. so you got really tired and have very little energy to think right or even think.. God has too become very vague to me now too.. haha.. being where i am now sometimes make me feel so weird.. cos it does not coincide with what i used to do.. like hangin out at church and stuff.. and now these things too have become very foreign to me.. so its kinda the feelin lost thingy .. its a very different kinda lost.. dunno how to explain.. i guess i have been away for just too long.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all these ..there's this someone who could still constantly pop up in my mind.. well there are lots of decisions that we have to make .. and some that i am really struggling with .. things you have been asking.. sometimes you look so unhappy and do not want to share.. hmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess that's all for my life.. everyone thinks being in commandos like very big a deal .. but its actually not.. furthermore i am just a recruit not a full commando yet.. hmm... yeap..that's all ...  missed ya lots ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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type='text'>Old school .. again..</title><content type='html'>They read you Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;You hoped it would come true&lt;br /&gt;That one day your prince charming&lt;br /&gt;Would come rescue you&lt;br /&gt;You like romantic movies&lt;br /&gt;And you never will forget&lt;br /&gt;The way it felt when Romeo kissed Juliet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this time that you've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to wait no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I can love you like that&lt;br /&gt;I would make you my world&lt;br /&gt;Move heaven and earth if you were my girl&lt;br /&gt;I will give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;Be all that you need&lt;br /&gt;Show you you're everything&lt;br /&gt;That's precious to me&lt;br /&gt;If you give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;I can love you like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love you like that&lt;br /&gt;I could love you like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never make a promise&lt;br /&gt;I don't intend to keep&lt;br /&gt;So when I say forever,&lt;br /&gt;Forever's what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm no Casanova but&lt;br /&gt;I swear this much is true&lt;br /&gt;I'll be holding nothing back&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dream of love that's everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Well, baby open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can love you like that&lt;br /&gt;I would make you my world&lt;br /&gt;Move heaven and earth if you were my girl&lt;br /&gt;I will give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;Be all that you need&lt;br /&gt;Show you you're everything&lt;br /&gt;That's precious to me&lt;br /&gt;If you give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;I can love you like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want tenderness, I've got tenderness&lt;br /&gt;And I see thru to the heart of you&lt;br /&gt;If you want a man, who will understand&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to look very far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can love you, I can love you, love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can love you like that&lt;br /&gt;I would make you my world&lt;br /&gt;Move heaven and earth if you were my girl&lt;br /&gt;I will give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;Be all that you need&lt;br /&gt;Show you you're everything&lt;br /&gt;That's precious to me&lt;br /&gt;If you give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;I can love you like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112094850469631431?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112094850469631431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112094850469631431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/old-school-again.html' title='Old school .. again..'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-112038551753467030</id><published>2005-07-03T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T18:11:57.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. haven blog for like ages.. wah.. army life is rather interesting.. too long haven blog i some how kinda lost the touch of blogging.. well life is rather good for now .. being in CDO has lotsa pride and stuff.. so super shiok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-112038551753467030?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112038551753467030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/112038551753467030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-111833000874327048</id><published>2005-06-09T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T23:13:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell party..</title><content type='html'>Haha.. today had my mini farewell party .. with lina mei .. and her fren joannie.. it was super fun.. met for lunch and movie and waffles.. haha .. day before i going to suffer in the army .. i get to watch movie .. and eat waffles ice cream.. haha in the midst of my tough training.. i will surely remember this nice farewell party .. ahha .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes .. i am back from china .. and now i going army.. haha . just so few days to transit in my new life.. quite weird.. the mission trip.. being so long.. have thought me alot of things .. i hope i am stronger now .. to face the mental stress .. because physical stress can only go to a certain level before it becomes mental.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya actually have a lot to type .. but now forget le.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thanks to Lina mei and Joannie .. for the day spent..&lt;br /&gt;Abel for calling and Tian en for asking.. &lt;br /&gt;Lydia for the email .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you who ask if i miss you ?? yes i do .. &lt;br /&gt;see you guys in 2 weeks time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-111833000874327048?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-111745477210881236?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/111745477210881236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/111745477210881236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/tomorrow-going-back-to-guangzhou.html' title='Tomorrow going back to GuangZhou!!'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-111724925665031110</id><published>2005-05-28T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T11:00:56.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>2 nites ago.. i walked into this coffee shop for dinner.. it was quite packed so i had to share this 2-seater table with this other lady.. wah it was supa freaky man.. the lady looked super fierce.. and she was smoking.. the way she talked to the waiter was also very fierce .. and she seemed super irritated by him for dunno what reason.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing was her cigarette seemed to be some kinda flare.. smoke was coming out and she was puffing lotsa it too.. i wanted to change seat to somewhere else but i scared to offend her.. when my food came i quickly ate everything and left.. she only ate like half the plate of duck rice and seemed very disgusted by it .. so i tot i better faster leave.. haha .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.. today going to chalet with Kel and friends.. hope the weather will get better has been raining the past few days .. cant wait to go and absorb some sun and swim in the sea... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back on sunday evening .. &lt;br /&gt;second team coming soon .. cant wait sia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-111724925665031110?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/111724925665031110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/111724925665031110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-111718387664590398</id><published>2005-05-27T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T16:51:16.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch DVD!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeap... going to leave Hong Kong on monday for guang zhou.. den in lian nan somehow cant get access to my blog website.. so going to post this and please ask around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bought a few DVDs when i was in guangzhou. Den since i got like 2 days in Singapore before going army .. which is the 8th and 9th of june i was thinking who is interested to watch some DVDs ?? I know currently there is only Hozzy .. haha eh who else interested time not confirm .. but most prob will be at my place.. if interested.. eh please let me know through sms.. or tag here .. and i will try to let you know the time .. and which day it will be .. please spread the word around ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-111718387664590398?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/111718387664590398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/111718387664590398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/watch-dvd.html' title='Watch DVD!!!'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-111710262865132425</id><published>2005-05-26T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T18:17:08.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Peak (Shan Teng)</title><content type='html'>Now on HongKong Island's The Peak &lt;br /&gt;THe view up here is great... quite foggy cos just rained but very beautiful.. very touristy place.. gotta take a tram up here.. the ride was quite interesting.. now i am at pacific coffee on the peak.. shiokness enjoying my ice hazelnut latte.. was just scolded by hozzy for drinkin cold drink when i have cough .. haha .. but she not around to pinch or whack me so its ok .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is madame tussauds wax museum here too.. very farnie i am at the exit now .. there is charlie chaplin staring at me .. feelin quite awkard even though it's just a wax statue.. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides being a touristy place.. this place also for couples .. can see them taking pictures and look all lovey dovey.. ah whatever... miss having someone around .. wonder if they mind givin me a hug too.. haha eh sounds quite weird.. nvm .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok going to take the tram down ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-111710262865132425?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/111710262865132425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/111710262865132425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/mountain-peak-shan-teng.html' title='Mountain Peak (Shan Teng)'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-111708455252847244</id><published>2005-05-26T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T13:15:52.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liverpool!!! CHAMPIONS!!!</title><content type='html'>Liverpool FC champion league CHAMPIONS !!! &lt;br /&gt;excellent job.. &lt;br /&gt;Gerard great goal ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-111708455252847244?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/111708455252847244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/111708455252847244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/liverpool-champions.html' title='Liverpool!!! CHAMPIONS!!!'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931343.post-111708267835355900</id><published>2005-05-26T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T12:44:38.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting FACTS!!</title><content type='html'>Fwah .. yesterday i got to hear lotsa interesting facts.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Fact number 1&lt;br /&gt;LandLord Lady.. haha she super funny very aunty like .. but i just found out that she owns a chain of apartments around causeway bay. Den she will partition the apartments into rooms and call it a hotel.. den she will rent it out cheaper then the big expensive hotels .. fwah soooper cool rite.. &lt;br /&gt;And yesterday she went to court. Because she got into a fight with her neighbour .. haha .. She told me that this neighbour has been calling her every night after midnight.. and when she told the neighbour to call her in the day the insane neighbour refuse.. that's wat started the fight haha .. lucky the judge didnt sentense her anything but charged the neighbour for disturbing her or something like tat haha... she was speaking half chinese and cantonese so couldnt catch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Fact nuimber 2&lt;br /&gt;There is this old man he stays in the room opposite mine.. he would talk very loudly on the public phone situated outside my room. apparently there were alot of complaints about him talking loudly and he even talk to strangers .. he talks to anyone who stays there and refuse to let them go.. wat a chatterbox.. but i try to avoid him .. so haven really talked much. but interestingly he uses the phone so often and it causes such a huge disruptance that the Landlord lady installed a phone in his room for his use.hahha fwah.. this stubborn old man has been here long time sia.. and if he carries on disturbing ppl the landlord lady threatens to kick HIM OUT!! haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interest Fact number 3&lt;br /&gt;This morning while applying wax on my hair, i accidentally knocked my bottle of wax into the toilet bowl. can you imagine the sink it situated directly next to the toilet bowl that anything that falls on that side of the sink falls into the toilet bowl.. super sian !! feel like buying a new bottle .. but soon going to have no hair.. so dunno will waste the wax or not .. haha ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwah .. it's thursday.. miss playing with hozzy.. or actually kana bully by her.. miss listening to gloria complaining about stuff.. miss sunday service.. miss slacking in church .. miss bay and everyone.. hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya i heard bay got new member sharon .. she sms me yesterday .. do take care of her.. aiya makes me more wanna go home.. &lt;br /&gt;ok going jalan jalan again ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931343-111708267835355900?l=benlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/111708267835355900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931343/posts/default/111708267835355900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/interesting-facts.html' title='Interesting FACTS!!'/><author><name>Project Group BSS09-10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819264020728504981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
