<?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-3662861944509768290</id><updated>2011-11-03T14:47:50.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ben is RETROgrading</title><subtitle type='html'>moving backwards in actions but going forward in time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-8666199835334204052</id><published>2010-01-17T05:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T05:11:40.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost 6 months away from action. But I'm gonna try to kick-start this weblog again. At least with this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in another 6 months time, I'll be rocking my own world. Study's ending, serious working begins. I'm trying to get this blog to get some attention maybe by addressing some catchy issues or making a comedic video with my cousin brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever comes, comes. You have been warned just like 2012 by the Mayans. Be ready for 2010, the unleashing of the deranged BENSASOUN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-8666199835334204052?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/8666199835334204052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=8666199835334204052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8666199835334204052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8666199835334204052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2010/01/almost-6-months-away-from-action.html' title=''/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-4238303986275092768</id><published>2009-07-04T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:00:10.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DotA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K1D2_uZUTE0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K1D2_uZUTE0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/3662861944509768290-4238303986275092768?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/4238303986275092768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=4238303986275092768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4238303986275092768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4238303986275092768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/07/dota.html' title='DotA?'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-4370685459236231210</id><published>2009-06-29T02:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:54:03.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wanted to show you guys what is called "pure sex".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you F.... B .... H!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kNoOK1nlHuY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kNoOK1nlHuY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry guys. Although Wacko Jacko's dead, we've got a new world class dancing king, if not the best dancer in Korea. Hope to see more from FBH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-4370685459236231210?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/4370685459236231210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=4370685459236231210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4370685459236231210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4370685459236231210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-wanted-to-show-you-guys-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-5038642685990811490</id><published>2009-06-08T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:50:45.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>... from 1 month of military training.&lt;br /&gt;... now back for more troubles.&lt;br /&gt;... but is bothered with things.&lt;br /&gt;... with many waiting to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wait, and my story shall tell itself to the world. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, try jacking yourself off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-5038642685990811490?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/5038642685990811490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=5038642685990811490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/5038642685990811490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/5038642685990811490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-8727256925499411691</id><published>2009-05-06T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:07:08.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG .. U GOTTA WATCH THIS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="370" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.liveleak.com/e/fc5_1241582502"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.liveleak.com/e/fc5_1241582502" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="450" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LMFAO --- WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-8727256925499411691?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/8727256925499411691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=8727256925499411691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8727256925499411691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8727256925499411691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/05/omfg-u-gotta-watch-this.html' title='OMFG .. U GOTTA WATCH THIS!!!'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-2294245606190133776</id><published>2009-05-01T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:21:42.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e2AVS3F1EpY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e2AVS3F1EpY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZA1V4JDA790&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZA1V4JDA790&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQdQtMmQHtM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQdQtMmQHtM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/3662861944509768290-2294245606190133776?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/2294245606190133776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=2294245606190133776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2294245606190133776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2294245606190133776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/05/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-7816467822912546091</id><published>2009-04-25T08:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T03:47:32.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jokes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Perfect Husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several men sitting around in the locker room of a private club after exercising. Suddenly a cell phone on one of the benches rings. One of the men picks it up, and the following conversation ensues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, it's me. Are you at the club?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"Great! I am at the mall two blocks from where you are. I just saw a beautiful mink coat. It's absolutely gorgeous!! Can I buy it?"&lt;br /&gt;"What's the price?"&lt;br /&gt;"Only $1,500.00."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, OK, go ahead and get it, if you like it that much ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh, and I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the 2001 models. I saw one I really liked. I spoke with the salesman, and he gave me a really good price ... and since we need to exchange the BMW that we bought last year ... "&lt;br /&gt;"What price did he quote you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Only $60,000 ... "&lt;br /&gt;"OK, but for that price I want it with all the options."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great! But before we hang up, something else ... "&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"It might look like a lot, but I was reconciling your bank account and I stopped by the real estate agent this morning and saw the house we had looked at last year. It's on sale!! Remember? The one with a pool, English Garden, acre of park area, beachfront property ... "&lt;br /&gt;"How much are they asking?"&lt;br /&gt;"Only $450,000 - a magnificent price ... and I see that we have that much in the bank to cover ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then go ahead and buy it, but just bid $420,000. OK?"&lt;br /&gt;"OK, sweetie ... Thanks! I'll see you later!! I love you!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bye ... I do too ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man hangs up, closes the phone's flap, and raises his hand while holding the phone and asks to all those present: "Does anyone know who this phone belongs to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one last thing.. in case hell breaks lose.. remember to hit the alarm like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328433459116435090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SfJl__Pw5pI/AAAAAAAAAX4/C8W9yzOl6Yk/s320/breakhellglass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.. first paper in 5 hours.. sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-7816467822912546091?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/7816467822912546091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=7816467822912546091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/7816467822912546091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/7816467822912546091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/04/jokes.html' title='jokes...'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SfJl__Pw5pI/AAAAAAAAAX4/C8W9yzOl6Yk/s72-c/breakhellglass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-6519844764578568202</id><published>2009-04-23T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T06:52:18.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>results may vary..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-6519844764578568202?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/6519844764578568202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=6519844764578568202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/6519844764578568202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/6519844764578568202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/04/results-may-vary.html' title=''/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-1948492281074003248</id><published>2009-04-20T04:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T04:54:58.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice</title><content type='html'>A notice to notify you guys that I will be away for sometime due to exam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the inconvenience... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-1948492281074003248?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/1948492281074003248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=1948492281074003248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/1948492281074003248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/1948492281074003248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/04/notice.html' title='Notice'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-976748402564242522</id><published>2009-04-13T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:08:02.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something special for a friend</title><content type='html'>For mother fuckers celebrating birthdays on 13th of April.. here we go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5bpUZGUHuFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5bpUZGUHuFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: See bulls are angry when they see red colour. So the ad is actually showing a bunch of young horny boy scouts wanting their big boobs troop leader to take off her "red colour" shirt to reveal something 18sx...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-976748402564242522?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/976748402564242522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=976748402564242522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/976748402564242522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/976748402564242522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-special-for-friend.html' title='Something special for a friend'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-3602527916845961723</id><published>2009-04-11T16:22:00.036+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:22:44.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ Buffet, anyone?</title><content type='html'>Like the usual weekend, I usually would spoil myself with a decent meal for my sweat and hard work and effort put in during weekdays. Similar to Spiderman's tingling senses, my appetite tingled me for buffet, with a major in Japanese cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere around KL, there's promotions made. My first choice was Tenji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.buurps.com/images/2009/02/tenji/tenji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://www.buurps.com/images/2009/02/tenji/tenji.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at this place, the settings of Tenji are enough to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.buurps.com/images/2009/02/tenji/outside01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.buurps.com/images/2009/02/tenji/outside01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stop! These are more beautiful... Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.buurps.com/images/2009/02/tenji/groupphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.buurps.com/images/2009/02/tenji/groupphoto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice why in the pictures there's "buurps.com and Brian Chong"?&lt;br /&gt;Yes its not me and No we did not end up in Tenji because the reservation is FULL! It is FULLY BOOKED! I'm sorry =( And a walk-in is just too risky. Mont Kiara is about 1 hour away from where I live, and if there's of no traffic jam. Furthermore, I'm really not sure where the hell it is actually located even though they showed the map. Damm I'm an idiot with coordinates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our next choice was, Shogun. Japanese buffet too, located in 1 Utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/shogun-1utama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 310px;" src="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/shogun-1utama.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at this, mouth watering too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/japanese-buffet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 345px;" src="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/japanese-buffet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again sad to say we did not have our buffet there simply because of the time constraint. Both Tenji and Shogun are having promotions. Tenji is far and is fully booked. Shogun is kinda far too and the time is too short. [I'm having supper buffet because I woke up at about 8pm and its cheaper]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we went on with Baby's suggestion - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YakiYaki&lt;/span&gt;. YakiYaki, like the other two restaurants is also having promotions. Best thing is, there's place for 4 and we have 4 hours (10pm-2am) to eat, eat and eat. HahA sweet deal, huh? And its on 50% promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant's napkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBbGW0F0_I/AAAAAAAAARw/zSPA7mb-ukk/s1600-h/P4100190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBbGW0F0_I/AAAAAAAAARw/zSPA7mb-ukk/s320/P4100190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323354924313334770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men's room - got clubbing feel inside =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBbGg-zTgI/AAAAAAAAAR4/I2ouKoA8vQ4/s1600-h/P4100196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBbGg-zTgI/AAAAAAAAAR4/I2ouKoA8vQ4/s320/P4100196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323354927042612738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamboos (Japanese buffet=Japanese deco)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBbGwHg6vI/AAAAAAAAASA/OPOHNeO6HSA/s1600-h/P4100197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBbGwHg6vI/AAAAAAAAASA/OPOHNeO6HSA/s320/P4100197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323354931105688306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBjL944wwI/AAAAAAAAASI/toFLOadKJck/s1600-h/P4100198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBjL944wwI/AAAAAAAAASI/toFLOadKJck/s320/P4100198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323363816794800898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBjMgF4LdI/AAAAAAAAASY/fBM_Smnjc3o/s1600-h/P4100201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBjMgF4LdI/AAAAAAAAASY/fBM_Smnjc3o/s320/P4100201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323363825976094162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can fry, and its lamb-licious&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB5bokAe6I/AAAAAAAAAUg/S4GCl1uQDjI/s1600-h/P4100230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB5bokAe6I/AAAAAAAAAUg/S4GCl1uQDjI/s320/P4100230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323388275203799970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCBhXgxglI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NAqBXLvX6fM/s1600-h/P4110289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCBhXgxglI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NAqBXLvX6fM/s320/P4110289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323397169799070290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can fry, you can steam (lala-licious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBjNCwdHTI/AAAAAAAAASo/3MvZ0oeIK2c/s1600-h/P4100206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBjNCwdHTI/AAAAAAAAASo/3MvZ0oeIK2c/s320/P4100206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323363835281481010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argentinian Squid &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB8REQNHdI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JBBh6DozaAc/s1600-h/P4100243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB8REQNHdI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JBBh6DozaAc/s320/P4100243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323391392193256914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs up!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB2shu7y1I/AAAAAAAAATY/r-7FoUSmyDo/s1600-h/P4100218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB2shu7y1I/AAAAAAAAATY/r-7FoUSmyDo/s320/P4100218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323385266893474642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eatin with  hands  -  more tasty and easy&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB8Q99a4VI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wxHA7dhGTNY/s1600-h/P4100233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB8Q99a4VI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wxHA7dhGTNY/s320/P4100233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323391390503854418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn.. is my.. weapon.. muahaha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCWnHQZlzI/AAAAAAAAAXA/AWUY2E2KVQA/s1600-h/P4110278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCWnHQZlzI/AAAAAAAAAXA/AWUY2E2KVQA/s320/P4110278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323420358258825010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating to him is like sucking  (LOLOL)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBjMwG7cJI/AAAAAAAAASg/xUJi5kQ_GFE/s1600-h/P4100204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBjMwG7cJI/AAAAAAAAASg/xUJi5kQ_GFE/s320/P4100204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323363830275469458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sifu Cook in action&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBjMLVN_dI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7-9m4-ipVic/s1600-h/P4100203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBjMLVN_dI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7-9m4-ipVic/s320/P4100203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323363820403293650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCTxb2MpHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/agYwwa8XnNI/s1600-h/P4110285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCTxb2MpHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/agYwwa8XnNI/s320/P4110285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323417237049877618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I can cook too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCUsONVHVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/brKtG0c-q5w/s1600-h/P4110284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCUsONVHVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/brKtG0c-q5w/s320/P4110284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323418247001087314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is he looking at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB-zp7poAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/xRVb8s2y15Y/s1600-h/P4100253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB-zp7poAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/xRVb8s2y15Y/s320/P4100253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323394185446400002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A. Sexy girl cooking xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB-zezp2EI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/j4gEsCvrFeA/s1600-h/P4100250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB-zezp2EI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/j4gEsCvrFeA/s320/P4100250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323394182460069954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby: I'm drunk and this is Sashimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCBhuu-HeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/owKbi90kxzI/s1600-h/P4110287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCBhuu-HeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/owKbi90kxzI/s320/P4110287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323397176032632290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCWm_TpsJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/cgB1vrqUf3k/s1600-h/P4110282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCWm_TpsJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/cgB1vrqUf3k/s320/P4110282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323420356124979346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Challenge of the Day: Raw Oysters&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB5ahFrxvI/AAAAAAAAAUA/YDiGfw3H3U0/s1600-h/edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB5ahFrxvI/AAAAAAAAAUA/YDiGfw3H3U0/s320/edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323388256017696498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Challengers: Baby and Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB2s_04TBI/AAAAAAAAATg/KWMskFWgnGU/s1600-h/P4100220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB2s_04TBI/AAAAAAAAATg/KWMskFWgnGU/s320/P4100220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323385274971474962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the challenge - still laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBuql8etLI/AAAAAAAAASw/xaUJBxxlkt4/s1600-h/P4100208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBuql8etLI/AAAAAAAAASw/xaUJBxxlkt4/s320/P4100208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323376437571269810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the challenge -  squishing lemon juice&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBuq0BWE5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/_yrFOyLScPI/s1600-h/P4100210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBuq0BWE5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/_yrFOyLScPI/s320/P4100210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323376441349772178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben says: "Are you kidding me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBurIR3A8I/AAAAAAAAATA/1kWb7h_sBdg/s1600-h/P4100212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBurIR3A8I/AAAAAAAAATA/1kWb7h_sBdg/s320/P4100212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323376446787748802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Split second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBurVBdyuI/AAAAAAAAATI/nP5iObkgOLQ/s1600-h/P4100214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBurVBdyuI/AAAAAAAAATI/nP5iObkgOLQ/s320/P4100214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323376450208647906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL,  it really feels like vomiting&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBurrAzjlI/AAAAAAAAATQ/UE5tDee2NCU/s1600-h/P4100215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBurrAzjlI/AAAAAAAAATQ/UE5tDee2NCU/s320/P4100215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323376456111459922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenny from the block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB2tJkRBpI/AAAAAAAAATo/Uhm46S_GB-A/s1600-h/P4100222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB2tJkRBpI/AAAAAAAAATo/Uhm46S_GB-A/s320/P4100222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323385277586146962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2nd Challenge of the Day - Raw Eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB2tgHqdzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/N5LmDcUKle8/s1600-h/edit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB2tgHqdzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/N5LmDcUKle8/s320/edit2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323385283640194866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*empty* - this is much easier than raw oyster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB2temq47I/AAAAAAAAATw/nagu_N6mZg8/s1600-h/P4100223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB2temq47I/AAAAAAAAATw/nagu_N6mZg8/s320/P4100223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323385283233375154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the challenges: Arghhh, pls take my life&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB5a0jjfzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FDwJyy23ROA/s1600-h/P4100225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB5a0jjfzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FDwJyy23ROA/s320/P4100225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323388261243256626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco-nuts  Time!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB-0ERL2uI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Y_C-9v-Fdjw/s1600-h/P4100261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB-0ERL2uI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Y_C-9v-Fdjw/s320/P4100261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323394192516045538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB5bM6WQzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/r4EKROjqh3s/s1600-h/P4100226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB5bM6WQzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/r4EKROjqh3s/s320/P4100226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323388267781309234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB5bQyl0nI/AAAAAAAAAUY/IF-Uo8lIXT0/s1600-h/P4100229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB5bQyl0nI/AAAAAAAAAUY/IF-Uo8lIXT0/s320/P4100229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323388268822516338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB-z4nNZ_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/E5bvQY-g0U0/s1600-h/P4100256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB-z4nNZ_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/E5bvQY-g0U0/s320/P4100256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323394189387196402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coconut wheel of fortune?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB-0YKv7TI/AAAAAAAAAVw/f-aUEFpIYCI/s1600-h/P4110277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB-0YKv7TI/AAAAAAAAAVw/f-aUEFpIYCI/s320/P4110277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323394197857758514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO - we drank a bunch&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCUsVUTq8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/hfp4nmyFvMQ/s1600-h/P4110283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCUsVUTq8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/hfp4nmyFvMQ/s320/P4110283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323418248909401026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB8QxGXk5I/AAAAAAAAAUw/WlolpdAxu-g/s1600-h/P4100240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB8QxGXk5I/AAAAAAAAAUw/WlolpdAxu-g/s320/P4100240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323391387051725714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB8R_MhfSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/PU4cefmaSo8/s1600-h/P4100247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB8R_MhfSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/PU4cefmaSo8/s320/P4100247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323391408015506722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red wine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB8Rq5hVQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/N6pX-FoRWB4/s1600-h/P4100245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeB8Rq5hVQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/N6pX-FoRWB4/s320/P4100245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323391402567095554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White wine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCbAsrs8lI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ajaHVAAPpu0/s1600-h/P4100268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCbAsrs8lI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ajaHVAAPpu0/s320/P4100268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323425195848692306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, Kampai!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCbAYAB3oI/AAAAAAAAAXg/B0eAiH3MegQ/s1600-h/P4110270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCbAYAB3oI/AAAAAAAAAXg/B0eAiH3MegQ/s320/P4110270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323425190296804994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCBhHa8hOI/AAAAAAAAAWA/K33Y33n4eec/s1600-h/P4110291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCBhHa8hOI/AAAAAAAAAWA/K33Y33n4eec/s320/P4110291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323397165479658722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desert&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCZUdaJF9I/AAAAAAAAAXY/vGNgi_mSOBU/s1600-h/P4110271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCZUdaJF9I/AAAAAAAAAXY/vGNgi_mSOBU/s320/P4110271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323423336322635730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mess after devouring&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCZUDpWR0I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eI8ms6Ukj-0/s1600-h/P4110272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCZUDpWR0I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eI8ms6Ukj-0/s320/P4110272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323423329407092546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCbBiO7syI/AAAAAAAAAXw/OAcO7kWT5rI/s1600-h/P4100258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCbBiO7syI/AAAAAAAAAXw/OAcO7kWT5rI/s320/P4100258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323425210223538978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfinished stuff&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCZTx9LVBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/DEV_Z5hzh0M/s1600-h/P4110273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCZTx9LVBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/DEV_Z5hzh0M/s320/P4110273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323423324658422802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Kungfu from Red + White wine: Baby's Drunken Red Monkey Arse Face&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCBhwLzUII/AAAAAAAAAWY/aYWqOvFKg4E/s1600-h/P4110286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCBhwLzUII/AAAAAAAAAWY/aYWqOvFKg4E/s320/P4110286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323397176421994626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeCbBiO7syI/AAAAAAAAAXw/OAcO7kWT5rI/s1600-h/P4100258.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-3602527916845961723?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/3602527916845961723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=3602527916845961723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/3602527916845961723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/3602527916845961723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/04/bbq-buffet-anyone.html' title='BBQ Buffet, anyone?'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SeBbGW0F0_I/AAAAAAAAARw/zSPA7mb-ukk/s72-c/P4100190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-1914968687847316956</id><published>2009-04-08T01:33:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:51:08.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8.4.09</title><content type='html'>Okay, guys notice my header and the description kept changing?&lt;br /&gt;Well good news is its finally finalized. It was on a "pilot-test" until today which I figured out the perfect lines to phrase myself as well as to keep some meaning in the words so that people reading it who do not know me kinda understand what kinda shitty person I am. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NO! Today I'm not going to talk about nonsense or what I did today and stuff .. but I'd rather talk about the new theme. So what's with RETRO? No, I'm not into retro fashion, it doesn't suit me and my taste. I'm already enough a jerk, I don't want to look like a total idiot. So as to save myself some dignity. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who know me well know exactly the word or rather the one word to describe me, which is LAZY. Damm I know it myself, everyday when I wake up at 2pm when everyone's already working their ass up at 8am, when I look into the mirror and I see this guy, with messy hair, with some hair coming out his nostril, with a zombie-fied face and certainly with the trademark black-metal dark eye circles, I FUCKIN REALISE THAT THAT BADTARD'S LAZY AND THAT BASTARD IS ME! Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't see the reason why I have to spoof into you right? I hope everyone, at this point, is able to capture the so called "retrograding" theme. If you don't, I think you have a lazy ass like mine too. So you have to seriously dude, give me a call and we work out lazy ass up. Hehe (to dumb-asses: check the dictionary .. pls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now explanations to the picture. See my simpsonized-picture and compare it to my real-self, it's really identical. Really, cause I made it myself through this &lt;a href="http://simpsonizeme.com/#"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. And the cartoon drama depicts stupidity, lazyness, clumsiness and other idiotic stuff (no offence =\ ). So it represents the current me, possessing all the above like I'm lazy and when I talk I'm kind of stupid. &lt;s&gt;haha&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://samueljscott.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/homer_simpson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name: Homer Jay Simpson&lt;br /&gt;Descriptions : Crude, Overweight, Incompetent, Clumsy, Lazy and Fierce family devotion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Funny Moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8dbDJzDV1CM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8dbDJzDV1CM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;[He claim that he had no room left in the brain that each time he learns something new, he will forget something old. For example, they last time he learned something with wine, he forgot how to drive. LOLOLOL ROFL LMAO - fact was he drank too much and got drunk, that's why he couldn't drive]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But all that's going to change, to become something better. That's becoming Bender. Bender is from my FAVOURITE character from cartoon drama Futurama. He is too stupid, full of bullshits and doesn't make sense. But because this piece of metal is from future (31st century), almost equivalent to the future me, so maybe I thought I would change from one to the other or vice versa. He's a heavy drinker with ill-emotions, well so am I. Hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHd8vUsadw4/Rvc87EWgKYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u1_c2JXBGgA/s320/futurama_bender.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Name: Bender Bending Rodriquez&lt;br /&gt;Descriptions : Alcoholic, Chain-smoker, Gambler, Whore-mongering, Kelptomaniacal, Misanthropic, Egocentric and Ill-tempered Robot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Funny Moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oEiJ3QA4kKs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oEiJ3QA4kKs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;[Not the whole clips is about Bender, but in the middle around &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1:13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bender said something funny to tease Fry. And fyi, watch the whole clip because there are other funny parts too]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In reality, who can predict the future? You can say we can forecast sales or demand of something, because it has statistical information. But do I? No, I certainly don't. You never know when my ass will be lazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So this is not a prediction at all. But just some gimmick for myself so that people come to visit and actually read my miserable and pathethic blog. And also to be my pass time and hobby. Its better to write something which requires me to use my brain to think than to waste time youtube-ing around. Hey, its getting rusty in there. Need some anti-rust calls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;LOL, feels like I'm using more of my ass than my brain. Seriously, I eat alot and poo alot. I know it's time to get smart and start workin' on. I got about 7 months before I bust my cousin's ass down. I got 1 month plus before I bust my own ass in Askar Wataniah. And I got 3 weeks before I bust my ass in Finals Exam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, God bless........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-1914968687847316956?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/1914968687847316956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=1914968687847316956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/1914968687847316956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/1914968687847316956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/04/8409.html' title='8.4.09'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHd8vUsadw4/Rvc87EWgKYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u1_c2JXBGgA/s72-c/futurama_bender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-2542936809438382270</id><published>2009-04-04T03:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T03:56:39.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby steps</title><content type='html'>After screwing up my layout, I finally decided to fix it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after listening to some friends about something someone said about me. I decided to take this opportunity to renovate my blog. Yes I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys like it? Notice the "grey"? My blog is greyish. And it completely have nothing to do with gayish. Totally different, although the rhymes. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it grey because I believe in a few, which are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In term of colours and its social definition - Alright. Everyone knows that black colour is for bad peoples such as triads, where as white colour is for good peoples such as the policemen. I consider myself somewhat good, somewhat bad, therefore I'm grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In term of colours and its visibility - The spectrum of colours, as found in the visible region of the electromagnetic spectrum says that visible light begins with red and ends with violet. Fact indicates that white colour is actually where it began, where white colour is refracted by the surface of a prism and dispersed into the beautiful colours of the rainbow. White is actually where it begins while black is the end when there is nothing. I'm grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In term of colours and its mood swing - Light and bright colours most of the time indicate joy and happiness, while dark and dull colours shows sadness and sorrow. Mix them both, you get grey. Also means that I'm moody at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In term of colours and its flexibility - Grey is the mixture of black and white. Grey is actually descent of black and white colour. We can mix more black to get a darker grey or we can mix more white to get a lighter one. White is white and black is black. There ain't no light white or light black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In term of colours and its composition - Red colour and yellow colour alone are only 2 different colours with single composition. But orange colour a mixture with composition of both the 2 colours. I'm definitely more than 1 thing. I can be more. I'm grey. I have more than 1 composition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, above are the few principles to why I use the colour grey to represent myself. It's late, I'm tired and my brain is almost shut down. There's alot I would like to share but time is still of constraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the next post. I really have alot to share. I'm kinda emo lately. If you notice Futurama's character Bender happen to be next to my old self-simpsonized picture - more info on next post. =D But for now goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And enjoy this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrlSkU0TFLs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrlSkU0TFLs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/3662861944509768290-2542936809438382270?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/2542936809438382270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=2542936809438382270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2542936809438382270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2542936809438382270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-steps.html' title='baby steps'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-7753798497434967757</id><published>2009-04-01T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:47:25.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trance's the new Trend</title><content type='html'>woAh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since 2008, an outdated me, a typical chinese-asian with a simple mind began a new discovery. Plus exposure and recommendation from friends, and the feeling not to be left out of the current trend - I tried some new music genre called Trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a Noob, I know Trance existed for almost 20 years with its maiden development in Germany around 1990s. Well, I have been listening to DJ tiesto's Traffic for some time without knowing its genre - trance. LOL stupid me. Remember Children? Robert Miles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the heavy teenage influence from techno songs such as Floorfilla's LeDelire and BassHunter's Tetrix or DotA, it is kind of hard to immediately switch over. You know, there's still love in it. HAhA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at times I find techno being way tooooo noisy. Listening to it when I'm drunk or high, its fine but when plain, its really deafening. The way it goes, techno requires LOUD bass. Otherwise, you wont feel anything. It's a combo. But too much of it is sometimes boringggg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For trance, feels like there's still techno in it, but along with others elements like vocals and electro. Trance is all in one? I'm not sure. All I know is I'm addicted to Vocal Trance/House and Dream Trance. Maybe its softer, at times with a range of BPM prefixed to be considered in this category. The famous trance style, progressive trance features a progressive increment in its beats. Also, some sexay voice's of sexay girls along the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then back to 2008, to Paul Van Dyk's New York City. I have to admit thats one of the best I have ever listened to. Just the right song for my "feel". The background music and everything. And don't forget the vocals of Ashley Tomberlin. Isn't that sexay yet brilliant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, I went to Dawn's blog to check on her (hehe). Didn't visit for sometime. Seems like she's having lots of fun in MIAMI!! A better discovery was 2 of the 3 songs she introduced which she loves, I love them too! Just make me fall in love... LOL .. of course with the music in this case.. but I cant defy the fact.. that.. I'd fall for Dawn too xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what's the use of finding something nice without sharing? So here we go the 2 tracks which I will be downloading soon if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kaskade - It's you, it's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qHaxtbxXqIo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qHaxtbxXqIo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Samantha James - Rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GC7wvaFYZmk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GC7wvaFYZmk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it! If I'm correct, I figured the tracks should be house/vocal trance. See if you like it. And if you have something nice, please share. Tell me! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-7753798497434967757?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/7753798497434967757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=7753798497434967757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/7753798497434967757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/7753798497434967757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/03/trances-new-trend.html' title='Trance&apos;s the new Trend'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-1501817781903499480</id><published>2009-03-31T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:50:32.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>notice my layout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screwed it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck templates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or should i say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I cant modi my template&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/3662861944509768290-1501817781903499480?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/1501817781903499480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=1501817781903499480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/1501817781903499480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/1501817781903499480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-5464743479091596292</id><published>2009-03-31T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T03:25:04.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the SAGA continues...</title><content type='html'>Yes, it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, reminisce. Okay, done. As a child, I was first brought to a cyber-cafe (cc) by my cousin brother. My first experience there was Starcraft, which is until today still one of my favourite game. It was proclaimed to be a trial, a first-time or an exposure. But, visiting a cc became more occasional, more frequent and then, at last we cut it into 1 word - daily! Well the issue here is not about addicted to gaming nor to going to a cc. It's not even about Starcraft too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a cc, its LAN-ed. I can play against other players whom I may or may not know. Each game is different from the other. Some players are stronger, some are weaker while others are completely NOOB/NEWB/newbie. From my first experience into Starcraft, which I found extremely exciting especially with new glitches along the way (cheating made me a loser xD ), I slowly turned my interest to another game called Half-Life. This game is hell of a memory to me.&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned, in a cc, it is LAN-ed. So we can play with other players which make it more lively and interactive rather than versus boring-and-routined-sometimes-godlike-AI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-Life is a science fiction first-person shooter game developed by Valve. As we know, game lives and dies. Starcraft's era began to regress as Sierra Studios released Half-Life somewhere in end-1998. Half-Life is divided into two parts: single player and multi player game play. Multi player is where I shoot whoever's arse blocking my way to get the highest score. One very interesting map I couldn't forget is Crossfire. In this map, players can actually hit a button to activate some sort of bombing. Players outside the plant will be blasted into pieces unless the know the glitch (xD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The multiplayer parts is enough to keep me addicted to it for a long long long time. Believe me this. HAhA. Well after Half-Life was Counter-Strike, which originated and was modified from Half-Life. After that, Counter-Strike Condition Zero, Counter-Strike Source, back to Team Fortress, Half-Life 2, Warcraft 3 &lt;s&gt;blah blah blah blah blah&lt;/s&gt; and to DotA, to Call of Duty 4 and so on.... And now finally we have Left 4 Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, of all the shooting games existing, Half-Life is sought to be one of the big players which has influenced the first-shooter game arena. At the same time, notice the Half-Life, Counter-Strike and Left 4 Dead is developed by the same person - Valve. See my point now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, when I was still a punk straying my early life off in CCs, Half-Life is just running and shooting around. The multiplayer is simply too fun to play. When things got bored, I decided to complete the single player. I found that this game is really really brilliant. The graphics, the design, the setting, the storyline, the layout, the guns, the creatures, the rooms, the buildings, the ideas, Black Mesa and its incident, Xen, G-Man, Lambda Complex, Gordon Freeman, the resonance cascade, etc. The game is a masterpiece. With things in place, they sound logic, fictional, scientific and futuristic especially with aliens and the settings. I'm just too impressed with the Lambda building, the Xen world and other places. The pictures are so detailed. When you have robotic arms to move large boxes around and in the middle of a tram ride you see a hole which reveals the whole satelite plant. Creative yet logical but surreal, mystical and adventurous. Play and complete the single player to understand further. (I bet most teenagers my age have tried this game out =\ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ps: Until today, the identity of G-man is yet to be revealed. This is pure genius. There should be a Half-Life 3. Wish I can live long enough to know who the hell G-man actually is =) ]&lt;br /&gt;GO &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G-Man_(Half-Life"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G-Man_(Half-Life&lt;/a&gt;) to get to know this man better and understand how and what makes it so mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, after 10 long years, and in conjunction with Half-Life's 10th anniversary, Valve acquired and officially launched Left 4 Dead. Personally, due to my "retirement" from CCs, I was aware of this game through a friend 1 month ago, and have tried the game yesterday. And it was a BLAST. The game rocks. Same concept as Half-Life - first person shooter. However, different setting, different storyline, different characters and most important - different gameplay and in-game effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting - aftermath of an apocalyptic pandemic which simply means a place filled with zombie like mutants with rabies-like virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storyline - 4 Survivors with immunity to the virus trying to fight their way off to safe house/location/rescue (Campaigns: No Mercy, Death Toll, Dead Air and Blood Harvest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters - Francis, Bill, Zoey and Louis as the Survivors. Boomer, Hunter, Smoker, Tanker and Witch as the Infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gameplay - Co-operative/Teamplay. In Left 4 Dead, you can't be a lone ranger/solo. Because zombies are coming out from every direction of your 360 degree view, you just can't shoot them all alone. Furthermore, if you're pinned down by a Hunter, it indicates that you are dead unless another teammate helps you out, vice versa. Many cases, you need to work along side your teammates to complete the round. Sharing is also encouraged, as they limit health aids and pain killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In-game effects - this is the best part. From Half-Life with little or no significant effects (from what I see) to Counter-Strike where the players experiences a slight decrease in movement speed after a jump to Left 4 Dead where effects are wonders. While being a survivor, throughout the game you can hear spooky sounds. At particular times, you can hear the voice of a woman crying which is the witch. You hear screaming voices as "Hordes" approach. Recommend to play using head phones. The haunting voices, sometimes suddenly shouted. It scared me off. See what it will do to your.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, other effects are awesome and kinda "new". For example, if you are being "spit-on" by a Boomer, your screen or rather your character's vision is being blurred by green coloured gas and slimes.. something like that which makes it hard for you to see. Likes wearing glasses stained with green coloured liquid. When being hit by infected, your screen kinda vibrate as if you're being hit. As an infected, a hunter for instance, although you have limited attacks or skills, the leaping effect is way too cool. Plus there is an auto-combo once you're successful in snatching a survivor. If you wanna fly, try getting hit by a Tanker. Makes you feel like Superman. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happens, try this game out. This game managed to make my friend who doesn't go to CC or play computer games now doing the opposite. And its getting popular. So you might not wanna get outdated and miss all the fun, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; In memory of CSS, A and eric. RIP &lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-5464743479091596292?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/5464743479091596292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=5464743479091596292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/5464743479091596292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/5464743479091596292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/03/saga-continues.html' title='the SAGA continues...'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-8992093658545475872</id><published>2009-03-21T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:26:18.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The King Of Ceremonies</title><content type='html'>This segment of my blog is especially dedicated to my life long idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/ScSjNfj1ExI/AAAAAAAAAPY/MwJOGu48gWg/s1600-h/fbh2ss7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315552912409432850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/ScSjNfj1ExI/AAAAAAAAAPY/MwJOGu48gWg/s320/fbh2ss7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Name: 이성은 - Lee Sung Eun&lt;br /&gt;D.O.B: 02/03/1988 (age 21)&lt;br /&gt;Nickname: The KING of CEREMONIES&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Korean (isn't that obvious = =")&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Professional Starcraft Gamer&lt;br /&gt;In game name: firebathero (or FBH)&lt;br /&gt;Team: Samsung Khan&lt;br /&gt;Race in game: Terran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game Statistics:&lt;br /&gt;Against all other races: 55.03% (93 wins - 76 losses)&lt;br /&gt;Against Terran race: 61.33% (46 wins - 29 losses)&lt;br /&gt;Against Zerg race: 59.57% (28 wins - 19 losses)&lt;br /&gt;Against Protoss race: 40.43% (19 wins - 28 losses)&lt;br /&gt;Best Winning Streak: 8 wins&lt;br /&gt;Worst Losing Streak: 7 losses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firebathero currently plays for the Samsung Khan team and is ranked 24th by KeSPA among professional players as of June 2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is controversial among some fans of professional StarCraft for his seemingly boastful post-game celebrations, including removing his shirt in front of the spectators and then proceeding to dance with a rubber swimming floatation device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is known for playing extremely well versus Zerg and other Terrans, but he has performed poorly overall against Protoss players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After defeating Savior in 2007, who at the time was the best zerg alive, and performing one of his "ceremonies," he proceeded to annihilate Jaedong, the best zerg since Savior. FBH also known for his innovations and skills after the Terran Legend, Boxer the Emperor. Among are his "special nuke-rush" as well as other cheeses with marines and vultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceremony against Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pwmULCk0VRM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pwmULCk0VRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceremony against Saviour once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3cIEHbLBohc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3cIEHbLBohc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again.. ceremony against Saviour in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/txtAyoKLh3A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/txtAyoKLh3A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceremony against JaeDong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9t2hSDgbaeM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9t2hSDgbaeM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceremony against Flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uP0DRsfbAp4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uP0DRsfbAp4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceremony against Canata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/boIquvPROc0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/boIquvPROc0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of his best video of &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; time!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bK9Tcs1cw-Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bK9Tcs1cw-Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the beach action after winning Proleague against go_go (with float xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fv0I1X2r2oQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fv0I1X2r2oQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another masterpiece xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nOet4jrPkkc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nOet4jrPkkc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's among the competitive Starcraft pro-gamers alive and I would really like to see him winning a MSL one day. So let us celebrate the FBH style.. Yeah.. This is pure sex! If you want something funny, special and extraordinary, please watch all the vidoes!!! LMAO!!!!! (and the videos have variety of ceremony methods.. wahahaha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315552913043278050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/ScSjNh68yOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-Cd0CaZgJUY/s320/firebathero_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FBH: Don't hate me cause I'm cocky, hate me cause I'm sexy!!!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-8992093658545475872?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/8992093658545475872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=8992093658545475872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8992093658545475872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8992093658545475872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/03/king-of-ceremonies_21.html' title='The King Of Ceremonies'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/ScSjNfj1ExI/AAAAAAAAAPY/MwJOGu48gWg/s72-c/fbh2ss7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-5719185214959408128</id><published>2009-03-19T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T03:37:33.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EU episode 22</title><content type='html'>HAIZ DAMM FARKING SAD... MY FAVOURITE CHARACTER DIED!!!! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director.. pls bring me back Laughing Kor.... aaaahhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-5719185214959408128?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/5719185214959408128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=5719185214959408128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/5719185214959408128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/5719185214959408128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/03/eu-episode-22.html' title='EU episode 22'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-306641609726405679</id><published>2009-03-17T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:50:37.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminisce</title><content type='html'>Things revolve around the world when we resolving things around our little world.&lt;br /&gt;In year 1996, I'm still a small punk celebrating Christmas just like other 8 year old kid.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, in 1996, Death Row Records celebrated christmas like this, which is wicked and sick. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Clause Goes Straight To The Ghetto - Snoop Dog featuring Daz Dillinger, Nate Dog, Bad Ass and Tray Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQfSIZiv8q4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQfSIZiv8q4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this while I was browsing around youtube. It was worth my time. Please recommend this song to all your friends if you like it! Everyone deserves good music!! And Santa Clause better go to the ghetto..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-306641609726405679?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/306641609726405679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=306641609726405679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/306641609726405679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/306641609726405679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/03/remenisce.html' title='reminisce'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-2412989415674154773</id><published>2009-03-13T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:38:40.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TISSUE</title><content type='html'>Excuse me.. can you pass me the &lt;s&gt;t&lt;/s&gt;issue please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats the issue with us today?&lt;br /&gt;Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I have to rephrase myself - So whats the issue with me today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the inventor cannot operate his own invention - I cannot answer my own question.&lt;br /&gt;I used to like doing things which I am unable to. For example, taking pix with a digi cam.&lt;br /&gt;However, when I have one my arse start to rust and I get lazy again.. Wishing how badly and excited I would like to take pictures but my lazy arse just wouldn't move..&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this a sad thing? At times I really struggle trying to express myself - especially my lazy arse behaviour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i'm glad im able to finish my LM assignment, but the truth is i stayed up all night finishing it. No one to blame but myself and it sickens me. Each and every time it happens. At that moment, my mind keeps telling me to change but in the end i end up going back to the first part, the lazy arse part. This is not good. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to make myself do constructive stuff.. Maybe reading, or exercising or just simply writing blogs. But its not working. There's a trick which is to trick my mind to like it. But the trick is not working and I dont think my mind is that smart to know the trick coming. It should be the rust .. i know its spreading to my brain too.. Aha thats the cause eh :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pix but im too lazy to upload them because it takes a long time.. and i dont like arranging them.. the alignment keeps changing..ok i get it. Lets put the blame on blogspot. Now everyone can forgo the guilt of not doing things they should and waste time rusting their arses.. HOORAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say i feel bad about not doing the right things and not appreciating time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to cheer things up, I have a joke which have my favourite SOB sentence in it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Rich Mans Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a multi billionaire was board, so he asked his butler to get him 3 men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later the butler comes back. The man says "OK I've a deal you can't refuse. Who can swim successfully across this pool filed with sharks, eels, and leaches. The winner may have whatever his heat desires." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one replies so the man gives up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden the man hears a splash. One of the men is swimming as fast as he can, dodging all the sharks, eels, and leaches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The billionaire was so impressed that someone had enough guts take up his challenge. He congratulates the man and asks him what he wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replies "I want the Sun of a Bitch who pushed me in"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-2412989415674154773?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/2412989415674154773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=2412989415674154773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2412989415674154773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2412989415674154773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/03/t-issue.html' title='&lt;s&gt;T&lt;/s&gt;ISSUE'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-2100084920153205906</id><published>2009-03-11T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:29:59.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZEN</title><content type='html'>i need u...&lt;br /&gt;i need to meditate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZEN...&lt;br /&gt;Ben...&lt;br /&gt;Jen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We match.. Hehe thanks dad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay to encourage you guys like i want to encourage myself.. lets chill and have a joke =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABSTAIN REMOVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three couples—one elderly, one middle-aged, one young and newly wed—apply for membership in a church. The pastor informs them that the requirement for new parishioners is that they abstain from sex for two weeks. The couples agree and go their separate ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two weeks, they return. The pastor asks the elderly pair if they were able to abstain for two weeks. "No problem at all, Pastor," replies the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations!" says the pastor. "Welcome to the church." He turns to the middle-aged couple and asks if they were able to abstain for two weeks. "It was difficult," replies the husband. "By the end of the second week, I had to sleep on the couch, but we did it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations on overcoming temptation," says the pastor. "Welcome to the church." He then turns to the newlyweds and asks if they were able to abstain for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At first it was no problem," says the husband. "But one day my wife was reaching for a can of corn on the top shelf, and she dropped it. When she bent over to pick it up, I was overcome with lust and took advantage of her right there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You understand, of course, that this means you will not be welcome in our church," says the pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We know," says the young man. "We’re not welcome at the supermarket anymore either."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-2100084920153205906?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/2100084920153205906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=2100084920153205906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2100084920153205906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2100084920153205906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/03/zen.html' title='ZEN'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-2701781202493184003</id><published>2009-03-09T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T04:48:11.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>i hate myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-2701781202493184003?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/2701781202493184003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=2701781202493184003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2701781202493184003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2701781202493184003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-4551691840024977640</id><published>2009-03-07T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T03:11:46.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one is NEVER enough</title><content type='html'>i figured.. humans.. we are all greedy and selfish&lt;br /&gt;but for me, this time i will minus out the selfish part. let it just be greedy =)&lt;br /&gt;enjoy this korean karaoke version of Mariah Carey's Touch My Body..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/3662861944509768290-4551691840024977640?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/4551691840024977640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=4551691840024977640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4551691840024977640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4551691840024977640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-is-never-enough.html' title='one is NEVER enough'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-4300011613276066861</id><published>2009-03-06T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:58:07.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm.. lets see what we have today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finished my last paper of all mid-terms of this tri-mester so God Bless Me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still jobs are not done yet.. many of them&lt;br /&gt;Two of them are presentations and assignment reports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something special for everyone to enjoy. Watch it and love it! I did! Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3TPc4p7uxEs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3TPc4p7uxEs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-4300011613276066861?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/4300011613276066861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=4300011613276066861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4300011613276066861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4300011613276066861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-717972387153307118</id><published>2009-03-04T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:55:41.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so serious?</title><content type='html'>Well this blog is actually dying because the blogmaster is dying too...&lt;br /&gt;Like what Mr. Anonymous criticized.. LOL my blog really sucks...&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is my new AC adapter is coming around tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Which means that I dont have to keep on go downstairs to borrow my fren's...&lt;br /&gt;And I started working out today... A smooth and slow start but it was awesome... yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why so serious? Let's get the nerves off ourselves with a joke.. an uncensored one =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title of the joke: A night with the princess (its kinda long tho...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A King had to leave his Kingdom for some business. He was afraid that his only Daughter would be taken advantage of by some of the Guards because she was a very deep sleeper. So before he left, he slipped a razor blade between the lips of her vagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King left. That night, three of the Guards did plan to Fuck the Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Guard went into her room. From outside of the room, the other two Guards listened. Suddenly, they heard the First Guard scream. He came out. The other two Guards asked why he screamed. Embarrassed, he said that it was so good that he couldn't control himself. This made the other two smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second Guard went in. After some time? Ahhhhh!!! The Second Guard came out. The Third Guard asked what happened. Just as embarrassed as the First Guard, the Second Guard said that it felt so good that he couldn't control himself. The Third Guard smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Third Guard went into the room. He went up to the Princess and lifted her dress. Outside, the other two Guards listened. Mmmmmhhhh!?! The other two Guards took off! The next morning, the King came back. He suspected that his Guards tried to fuck his daughter. He told them to drop their pants. Each of them did. Two of them had sliced dicks, but the third one didn?t. Confused, the King asked why. He stuck his tongue out and said, ?I neba pry fuk ur dahta, I wet lik ur dahta?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Moral of the story: Try some oral first before moving into the main event)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-717972387153307118?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/717972387153307118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=717972387153307118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/717972387153307118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/717972387153307118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-so-serious.html' title='Why so serious?'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-7734635772025016182</id><published>2009-03-01T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:44:36.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or Hate?</title><content type='html'>First things first..&lt;br /&gt;I would like to congratulate myself for delaying some blogs &lt;s&gt;again&lt;/s&gt; which I have promised to post this week...&lt;br /&gt;But due to my busy schedule... It should be understood, right?&lt;br /&gt;Above that, my laptop adapter broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it breaks down, it means no power supple which means I cant run my laptop for long...&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, other stuff &lt;s&gt;other than gaming&lt;/s&gt; like assignments have been delayed...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully these delays wouldn't cost me my marks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dell is kinda ... Difficult I shall say because it is so hard to locate their service centre, the helpline is not helping at all.. its not callable .. and hardly any computer store sell their spare-parts... so HOORAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont really trust shits like universal adapter which sounds like a total BS to me!&lt;br /&gt;And I dont trust pirated too...&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm okay with pirated DVD or CD but pirated adapter is .. out of the line..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to Mr. Lai from Jb (Jb Lai) for lending me his adapter.. my laptop is now living and breathing like it used to ... Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I recommend the movie "RoleModels" with 110% guaranteed satisfaction. U will laugh your balls out (but only if you're a boy) ... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-7734635772025016182?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/7734635772025016182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=7734635772025016182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/7734635772025016182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/7734635772025016182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-or-hate.html' title='Love or Hate?'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-51629323095312462</id><published>2009-02-22T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:12:12.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3G is actually Grateful, Glad and Goodness</title><content type='html'>I'm really glad its finally over...&lt;br /&gt;The draught of HOTNESS has finally passed...&lt;br /&gt;These few days, there's been rain frequently and when it rains, I can feel breeze coming in from the window, come into contact with my skin and calm my deranged soul...&lt;br /&gt;My POOR and DRAINED soul... from assignments and midterms and ... &lt;s&gt;blah blah blah blah&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha my sore-throat and headache has gotten better too...&lt;br /&gt;And my Helbreath client is fixed...&lt;br /&gt;And I have gained weight from eating excessively...&lt;br /&gt;Hooray... so much for "the power of Bernard" inside me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is still a concern...&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to get enough...&lt;br /&gt;For my sleep...&lt;br /&gt;For doing my Uni stuff...&lt;br /&gt;For gaming...&lt;br /&gt;For exercising...&lt;br /&gt;For leisure...&lt;br /&gt;Its just not enough...&lt;br /&gt;Why cant there be more hours in a day? (during fun times)&lt;br /&gt;and less hours in the day? (during work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is another concern...&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to have enough too...&lt;br /&gt;For shopping...&lt;br /&gt;For my dream car... or at least a car...&lt;br /&gt;For luxury items...&lt;br /&gt;For my dream car again...&lt;br /&gt;For daily expensese...&lt;br /&gt;For my dream car again and again...&lt;br /&gt;For Uni fees...&lt;br /&gt;For my dream house...&lt;br /&gt;For my dream car again and again and again...&lt;br /&gt;For my deam house again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL ... I'm beginning to become retarded... Thanks to the HOT weather...&lt;br /&gt;Now my brain is burnt... Finally getting my Ph.D (permanent head damage)&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING ARSE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ps: post on Valentines and KLCC outing will be out next week]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.designofsignage.com/application/symbol/hands/image/600x600/hand-cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I FREAKING PROMISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-51629323095312462?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/51629323095312462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=51629323095312462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/51629323095312462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/51629323095312462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/02/3g-is-actually-grateful-glad-and.html' title='3G is actually Grateful, Glad and Goodness'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-8597883286260165482</id><published>2009-02-21T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:57:34.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is hard...</title><content type='html'>As I've sad, there are many blogs which I wanted to blog but couldn't simply because of time and cumbersomeness of loading up pix ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, a new uncensored trouble was introduced.... THE MOTHER F HOT WEATHER!!!! @!$!%@$%!$#%@$%!$%! WHY THE FUCK IS IT SO FUCKING HOT IN MY AREA .... FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER F .............. WHY SO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please forgive my compulsive usage of foul language. first of all I've already mentioned that it is uncensored..and above all that,imagine having the fan at maximum speed, the door and the windows all opened, topless(hmm, sexay? XD ), and a chilled good can of 100 plus before going to bed and still it can be SO MOTHER FUCKING HOT AS IF IM BAKING MYSELF IN A MOTHER FUCKING OVEN... CAN U FUCKING BELIEVE THAT????????????? FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK ... and its IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING NIGHT WHERE IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE COLD.. JUST LIKE WHEN ITS DAWN.... BUT NOW ITS HOTTTT... ITS HOT.. THE WEATHER IS FUCKING HOTTTTTT.... JUST FUCK IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and FUCK U TOO GLOBAL WARMING...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-8597883286260165482?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/8597883286260165482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=8597883286260165482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8597883286260165482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8597883286260165482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-hard.html' title='This is hard...'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-2141648096974378525</id><published>2009-02-19T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:18:29.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRO-castination</title><content type='html'>Haha... procastination.. man i'm a pro at it...&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, every semester, everytime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well but I got good news and bad news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is I will be blogging lesser with the time constraint and slow internet connection i'm having.. and there will be a delay for blogs such as for valentines day (cause there's hell lot of pics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would be I have finally cleared my mind and set a goal for the things i really wanted to do and put my mind into it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the force of the stomach of Bernard be with me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahaha See U in summer sucker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-2141648096974378525?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/2141648096974378525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=2141648096974378525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2141648096974378525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2141648096974378525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/02/pro-castination.html' title='PRO-castination'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-2394649562668705549</id><published>2009-02-12T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:06:18.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ExhaustedMe</title><content type='html'>I'm very the tired...&lt;br /&gt;Really busy weekend...&lt;br /&gt;but not with studies or constructive activites...&lt;br /&gt;but rather with destructive activities...&lt;br /&gt;such as gaming, and online gaming and more online gaming...&lt;br /&gt;even did &lt;s&gt;il&lt;/s&gt;legal stuff such as MACRO-ing XD...&lt;br /&gt;but well its time to move on...&lt;br /&gt;time to leave unnecessary things behind...&lt;br /&gt;and move on...&lt;br /&gt;with important things...&lt;br /&gt;which I dont like to do...&lt;br /&gt;but I have to move on...&lt;br /&gt;God has given His signs...&lt;br /&gt;Lecturers have given theirs advices too...&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste no time no more Benjamin...&lt;br /&gt;Move on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-2394649562668705549?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/2394649562668705549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=2394649562668705549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2394649562668705549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2394649562668705549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/02/exhaustedme.html' title='ExhaustedMe'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-8807396879104746523</id><published>2009-02-12T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:35:02.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Episode</title><content type='html'>See the blog below?&lt;br /&gt;Well this is another one similar to it..&lt;br /&gt;Just watch to enjoy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zKAW96N-Vms&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zKAW96N-Vms&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/3662861944509768290-8807396879104746523?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/8807396879104746523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=8807396879104746523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8807396879104746523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8807396879104746523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/02/2nd-episode.html' title='2nd Episode'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-405706650309253124</id><published>2009-02-10T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:01:38.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Didn't Know</title><content type='html'>Really, I am telling the truth. I had no idea. No clue. Not at all. Seriously. Haha but this is freaking funny. Seriously again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my bro for supporting me with this sweet info. Don't want to mention your name here but you know who you are. So I hope the next time you have something as funny and crazy like this, please contact me. Or else I will tell the whole world who you are. Yes I am extorting you. Hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for you guys viewing, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5DIZRPHkhQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5DIZRPHkhQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-405706650309253124?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/405706650309253124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=405706650309253124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/405706650309253124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/405706650309253124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-didnt-know.html' title='I Didn&apos;t Know'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-8041639434384883626</id><published>2009-02-08T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:53:12.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win-Lose Situation</title><content type='html'>Night was silent...&lt;br /&gt;Phone's silent too...&lt;br /&gt;To bed was my intention...&lt;br /&gt;To hibernate...&lt;br /&gt;To rest...&lt;br /&gt;After a tiring week...&lt;br /&gt;Suprise came...&lt;br /&gt;Baby called...&lt;br /&gt;I answered...&lt;br /&gt;He asked...&lt;br /&gt;I replied...&lt;br /&gt;We agreed...&lt;br /&gt;There was this suddenly invitation from Baby to go clubbing, so I kinda have to betray my sister and canceled our outing. I am so sorry my sister!!! &lt;em&gt;gomenasai &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, XX, Elle and Me... we went to Zouk for an event and we don't know what the hell was that event because there was too many crowds there and we just couldn't wait that long so we went to the side room rather than the place where the event was held. And people are still lining up to enter the main room at 1am. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as we enter the room, I can already feel the bass.. Oh my.. what a wonderful bass.. Every where there was beautiful and sexy chicks.. all matured.. the way it should be in Kay El.. my 50% hometown.. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside we were so confused by the music that although we already had 2 jug of whisky and 2 jug of vodka, we still insisted to order another Johnnie Walker Black Label. Call that crazy, I call it partay! Well , with some degree of alcohol abuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the festive in conjunction with Deepavali (as i'm an so called "indian") we rocked all the way till 3am ... dancing our ass off.. drinking the most alcohols we could have imagined.. downing all 4 jugs of whisky and vodka with some black label which we couldn't finish.. oh well .. if we could finish it .. we would have registered to go for the alcohol olympics... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are some pictures that requires attention!!! [Warning: lots of pixx =D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300170718808833090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY39L--G_EI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UPDKP-GMESU/s400/P2070255.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;partay mode : on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300171927737054578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY3-SWlDtXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RYr3iIqal4Q/s400/P2070257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;son of a bitch driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300172700477035490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY3-_VQoE-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/-Tw_gwXM9pg/s400/P2070259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;group of 4 for Zouk assignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300174780722221234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4A4axukLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0hH7YjhQTlE/s400/P2080261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300175885062162882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4B4sw4ycI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XBDjKP3lkSo/s400/P2080262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hard liquors... really good at warming tummies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300176392256429410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4CWONbHWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/G9LPxppOGoo/s400/P2080263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;champ pose with my father Johnny who likes to Walk(er) Black Label&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300176913984164930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4C0lzAlEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/epnAsJ6K9gc/s400/P2080264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300177435146992002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4DS7R6OYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5E0T_knxgsg/s400/P2080266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pig mouth and salted pig hand XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300179189678162050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4E5DavQII/AAAAAAAAAJg/vWa2tbIeDK0/s400/P2080269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dear why we look so happy geh? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300179822453809522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4Fd4sNYXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/uSi7WXMPzKU/s400/P2080270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300180735184459858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4GTA4J2FI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fJ13WZGMCy0/s400/P2080271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a toast for a more prosperous year ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300181442749905298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4G8Mw5uZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Do9xQARdC68/s400/P2080272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300181981814607810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4Hbk78T8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Rviz6jRyAq0/s400/P2080273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300183465190216930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4Ix68P1OI/AAAAAAAAAKI/W-_qLlVFaNU/s400/P2080274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300184022845156242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4JSYXi65I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/br5iPvLEABc/s400/P2080277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300184635508030738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4J2CtwfRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/h6kUc-rAyYE/s400/P2080280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300185652001499522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4KxNcr6YI/AAAAAAAAAKg/M7h9zZdVeWg/s400/P2080282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300186783316265426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4LzD7JSdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/XNzbkPGIOlw/s400/P2080291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300186192477563218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4LQq4OKVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2wx9Oj9_RNU/s400/P2080285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300188516548719234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4NX8t9soI/AAAAAAAAAK4/mgPH_vqEsas/s400/P2080288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300189783318306370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4OhrzXnkI/AAAAAAAAALA/wrTEN0dfmOo/s400/P2080292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300191839049204642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4QZV_zw6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/LORXXVTCzA0/s400/P2080300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*drunk and wasted chicks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300191842898106914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4QZkVdWiI/AAAAAAAAALY/jz49L7_isUc/s400/P2080308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300191835413344162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4QZIc876I/AAAAAAAAALI/mCX_gPyNqjI/s400/P2080297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300214348705245426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4k3lABKPI/AAAAAAAAALo/qziwhx6eo_c/s400/P2080315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;peek-a-boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300214353155892546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY4k31lIpUI/AAAAAAAAALw/FcWITtyKLXo/s400/P2080320.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;officer, this is my new ID card, i'm a citizen of Zouk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300287918193025490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5nx4swodI/AAAAAAAAAL4/H16IOG9HIEo/s400/P2080332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300289872302086098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5pjoUql9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/dDhwuLXgyS0/s400/P2080334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;single kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300289874410464354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5pjwLV5GI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8jVb-s5hkWY/s400/P2080336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;double kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300289890946210866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5pktxxXDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-E7p-YDjMx8/s400/P2080339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kiki me also double kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300292269965384594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5rvMUJG5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/PB1ASqrCNGQ/s400/P2080363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lol..baby's face like wanna kill ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300292274340754018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5rvcnT8mI/AAAAAAAAAMg/DuMQFed3p7c/s400/P2080358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;u can dance, u can jive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300292280879990770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5rv0-Yx_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/6ohIzf-1koQ/s400/P2080364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300294056732043426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5tXMigqKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/XEm8mWz7kb8/s400/P2080374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300295738467824834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5u5FfkNMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rHozu1NivSA/s400/P2080377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300295744601760082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5u5cWAoVI/AAAAAAAAANA/j1tWGfqh7ZQ/s400/P2080378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;boys and girls, FINGERS UP pls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300295749054998690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5u5s7vqKI/AAAAAAAAANI/Ov6LPh9nvDE/s400/P2080379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;brokeback fountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300298890281002978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5xwi6Yp-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/NEaR_uwnVkE/s400/P2080389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hmm, why do i look taller than baby in this pic? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300298901997993362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5xxOj7vZI/AAAAAAAAANY/v1V4cUuJSVs/s400/P2080395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;syok sendiri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300298900257163138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5xxIE4x4I/AAAAAAAAANg/aWfqZSgT6xs/s400/P2080398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300300339541150578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5zE507i3I/AAAAAAAAANo/NxKaE8uLifY/s400/P2080399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300300346134043138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5zFSYzGgI/AAAAAAAAANw/VU11kkiRjwA/s400/P2080402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with the 2 DJs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300300352819889874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5zFrS1BtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/g90BPtSWyXA/s400/P2080403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300849162987386514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SZBmOofKNpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/bLz1jnZDLr0/s320/P2080405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300849172099123138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SZBmPKbkR8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/dIW2ZaG-PdQ/s320/P2080406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300849173715129714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SZBmPQc2lXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/jm-J3JQxIVU/s320/P2080408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300852891973888322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SZBpnsC0qUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/HgdA4dU16HQ/s320/P2080407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was fun. I haven't been to clubbing for almost 6 months. I worked hard. Earned hard. And I'm spending hard too. Am I wasting money? Or is this a financial cycle? Haha I don't know but leisure once in a blue moon sounds fine to me. And this is my first time in Zouk. I shall say WOW, this place is hot!! The girls are hot too. Too bad I couldn't take pictures of other people's hot girlfriends and post it here. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The party was fine, but on the way back something really really disgusting happened. Don't wanna talk about that too much. Just consider it as "&lt;em&gt;poh choi tong joi&lt;/em&gt;" or in english, we forgo monetary assets to sheild off unfortunate disaster. Once again, hope that this will be a smooth year for me and my family, especially my sister in her job - &lt;em&gt;gambate.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA, and before reaching Sungai Long, our big sister a.k.a clubbing queen has been stripped off her title. She asked me to pull aside. And she ................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300300937721685314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY5znuOSJUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/U2GJDdo7IdE/s400/P2080412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the picture says it all XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Below is the reason why she vomitted. NOT because of alcohol. But.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300849177611161602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SZBmPe9vUAI/AAAAAAAAAOo/SKlv3R6EuMA/s320/P2080409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-8041639434384883626?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/8041639434384883626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=8041639434384883626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8041639434384883626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8041639434384883626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/02/win-lose-situation.html' title='Win-Lose Situation'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SY39L--G_EI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UPDKP-GMESU/s72-c/P2070255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-4388332343246319611</id><published>2009-02-06T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:28:30.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iamnothappy</title><content type='html'>i am sitting in front of my laptop now.. forcing myself to blog because i missed out alot in blogging things i wanted to blog and blogging things i wanted but couldn't blog because i don't have the pictures yet or because i didn't take any pictures of them.   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-sigh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;went to watch &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;bride wars&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. its funny, really. and out of all the fun and humor in it, at the end of the day i learnt something new. there's a moral in the story. nice to have an elusive combo of humor and significant meaning in one movie.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;congrats&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 525px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cinemarx.ro/stiri-cinema/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/bride-wars-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;wow.. i would want to marry the both of u too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its basically about two very best friends, dreaming of their dream wedding which is to have it held on June in the Plaza (i don't know what the Plaza is, but its sure to be a damm nice place). despite their differences in career and family background, they remain best friends who talks and shares everything even money. first, one of them got a propose from their boyfriends &lt;s&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/s&gt; and after that the other girl gets her very own proposal. both wanted to have their wedding in the Plaza on June. but when their wedding date was mixed up with a third person, their friendship got hung on the line as they fight each other to changed the wedding date. RECOMMENDED!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and there goes my 9 bucks... mother F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-4388332343246319611?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/4388332343246319611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=4388332343246319611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4388332343246319611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4388332343246319611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/02/iam-not-happy.html' title='iam&lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt;happy'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-5333282518541595814</id><published>2009-02-06T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T01:14:12.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Atrocious Sem-Break</title><content type='html'>After the long hard exam, I finally get some freedom away from one of the most boring thing to do in the world which is to study. Freedom, can be anything to anyone but in short, even an idiot would know freedom means escape from things you don't want to do and to do things you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that wasn't the case for me. Poor me have been slaving for the whole month of December working double shifts almost everyday. With my poor math, its almost 14 hours (plus minus, depending on season) of work daily for 1 month duration. I couldn't even game for 14 hours each day, what more to say to work. With pressure from crowds, sometimes being scolded or shown face. Wow, that's hard. And mind you that, even since people know that I works in the cinema, I'm getting call frequently. No offence but its okay to help close friends, relatives or buddies to get some nice seatings. But heck to those hi-bye friends or acquaintances. Those whom I have NO CONTACT with, whom I do not have their numbers, whom I have not heard from for a long long time suddenly contact me to seek help. It's really bullshit. It all goes to the left side. !@$%!$%#$!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, to brief about my work place. In the morning is at TGV cinemas while the night shift is at Canopy Beverage and Dine. Not bad of an experience. TGV has been my employer for 3 months before I entered Uni, therefore nothing much there. Some old staffs and many new staffs. At first, I was kinda quiet but it went on well. Got to know many new friends. Also noticed some bad qualities inside of me that needs to be changed, or shall I say repaired. "It" could be malicious. Overall, nothing special just routine work everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canopy, I would say it is a new experience. As a bartender, I learned a few tricks from my buddy MengMing. Its really fun to experiment around with stuff and try out the taste. Gives a fresh sense of satisfaction. I also had the chance to indulge in the F&amp;B line, I got to draft draught beer, got to taste it, making sauces, pizzas and sausages. To be frank, I once had a dream to become a cook but my body just can't agree with heat or hot temperatures. But it was indeed a nice try though my first one failed. I also learned how to play pool which is very very very FUN!!! YEAH!!! In conjunction with Chinese New Year, I got lots of Angpau in Canopy, made new friends, tiu-ed new people, heard alot of new funny jokes, saw alot of rich people, served alot of customers and broke alot of glasses. And believe me, you don't even want to wash the glasses here. [pictures will be available in my next blog]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, because of work I missed my girlfriend's birthday, christmas, new year, chinese new year, hanging out with family &amp; friends, and 2 weeks of classes. Fact that I do get paid doesn't really compensate because I EARNED it. I did not sit there and got paid. I worked real tired and hard for it. And the fact that when i'm tired, it changes my facial expression to something really scary and disgusting and annoying. Then I get real frustrated and I blow my temper on customers/colleague. Really sorry for that. That's the 2 places I spent most of my 2 months time in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, few days after loosing the lifestyle, going back into my study mode. I figured that it is time well spent. At least I am left with some extra cash. And I sincerely wish that my buddy, MengMing will enjoy his homestay at Canopy. Cheers! May the glasses be with you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-5333282518541595814?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/5333282518541595814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=5333282518541595814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/5333282518541595814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/5333282518541595814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-atrocious-sem-break.html' title='My Atrocious Sem-Break'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-9154886381660755007</id><published>2009-01-06T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:31:52.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to U</title><content type='html'>One thing everyone wouldn't want to miss is their own birthday. &lt;br /&gt;Everytime it comes, it seem to us that we have grown. Wiser? Maybe.. but for sure we have grown older and it is guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually a delayed blog which was supposed to be published before 2008 ends but due to my busy work schedule, it has to be postponed to... now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2008 has actually been a fine year. No doubt there has been highs and lows. Let us not talk about lows, because you and i don't want any negative energy to surge around. So highs it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a typical bensasoun, every year starts with New Year celebration and ends with Christmas. Well that has been me for almost 19 years. Its not really that boring but i gotta say some changes maybe corky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this lucky 2008, well the typical bensasoun have been washed away with the newly coupled bensasoun coming into the scene. This year I have been given the opportunity to proudly and excitingly end year 2008 with 3 major celebrations in December which issssssssssss my sister's birthday, my dear's birthday and Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, due to my busy work schedule once again, I am unable to celebrate the usual Christmas and the long anticipated birthday of my dear. It should be decribed with a heavy SIGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this year kinda sucked at its end when I have to work double shifts, day and night, with almost zero leisure and zero time for my own. Not even getting enough time for sleep. But it is a choice made by myself and I have no one else to blame rather than myself, in this case I hope that the monetary reward could compensate for all my losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, 1 thing in this world that cannot be compensated is my dear's birthday. We were supposed to be celebrating it before its exact date in KL but once again due to my busy work schedule blah blah blah.....&lt;br /&gt;I kinda felt bad for myself and for my dear of course for not celebrating together her birthday, christmas and new year. There we have, missing 3 big occasions consecutively. Christmas and New Year sounds fine to me cause i getting paid double. But my dear's birthday is a grief sorrow. Of course i'm not the only one suffering from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a trauma that has been haunting me for several weeks. (kua jeong XD)&lt;br /&gt;Really felt bad for not celebrating it with her face-to-face. Though we had some through-the-phone-countdown-celebration but my gut keep repeating in my head that it is not sufficient and not sincere. And..... I miss her BADLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad case that for a typical ben to be given a chance to change into a not-typical ben.. I wasted my chance this year. But hey there's always next time right. I hope that there will be a next time if we can last that long. 1 years time is not an easy passage. Certainly, there will be highs and lows, but the main point is to maintain or to increment rather than to decline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I would like to end this blog with a very sincere "I am SORRY!!! Please forgive me dear", and hopefully our love will keep us going long enough until the day that can we finally celebrate your birthday together. But if that's the case, then I guess we have to celebrate mine first before we do yours. Haha cheers!      &lt;em&gt;*i lubs u*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SWNdG-9VtGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/f0hRcCNqr5Q/s1600-h/DSCN4591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SWNdG-9VtGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/f0hRcCNqr5Q/s400/DSCN4591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288172762023965794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-9154886381660755007?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/9154886381660755007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=9154886381660755007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/9154886381660755007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/9154886381660755007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-u.html' title='Happy Birthday to U'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SWNdG-9VtGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/f0hRcCNqr5Q/s72-c/DSCN4591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-6316197426140931372</id><published>2008-12-07T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:32:17.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homerun</title><content type='html'>Few days before exam..&lt;br /&gt;Once again, my lazy arse is getting on my nerves..&lt;br /&gt;So I want to take some time out to blog a little..&lt;br /&gt;Exam preparation is fantastic.. last minute work again.. yeah!!! Pages done - Erm.. 2 pages.. Haha&lt;br /&gt;CNY preparation is fantastic too.. did lots of shopping.. year 2009 will be expecting a new Bensasoun with lots of new clothes with style thanks to my dear.. *&lt;em&gt;lubs&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year end of 2008 also will be expecting a broke Bensasoun thanks to &gt;&gt; my dear, my sister, myself &lt;&lt; (2 b'days in December, this fear has profounded into my soul, eternally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully in 2 days time, OB exam wont be too harsh on this little boy.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I will sexually harass myself !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After braining off myself, I will have to "&lt;em&gt;cheok chou&lt;/em&gt;" back to my hometown and slave for 1 month. Gosh~ this world certainly do not have free lunch or &lt;em&gt;kap na&lt;/em&gt; jumping around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, my sister and cousin Steven will support me when i'm back AS THEY HAVE PROMISED ME TO DO SO IF NOT THEY WILL SUFFER SEVERE CONSEQUENCES FOR LYING TO THEIR BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KiKi =D&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, well.. I will sexually harass myself again! Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-6316197426140931372?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/6316197426140931372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=6316197426140931372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/6316197426140931372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/6316197426140931372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/12/homerun.html' title='Homerun'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-9181947332718107560</id><published>2008-12-04T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:12:36.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Month of December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, first of all in the month of December I have 3 (three) major celebrations which are quite major (ALAMAK!!!). In ascending orders, they are my sister's birthday, my girlfriend's birthday and Christmas. Because I am still in the "student" category, therefore I do not have any worries for Christmas except no money for clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But in this year's December, &lt;em&gt;walaoeh, &lt;/em&gt;I almost commited suicide because of my 2 (two) &lt;em&gt;taukeh-so&lt;/em&gt; (see-tao-poh @ boss' wife). First I would like to talk about things which have happened. Super advanced birthday celebration for my sister, Jennifer. Below is a picture of her, if you see her on any occasion, anytime and anywhere. PLEASE do not hesistate but to turn back and run as fast as possible!!! You will know why..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Extra info: My dad once told me, "Son, you CAN forget my birthday. But NOT your sister's. She is born in 1985 and she might run u over") - check chinese lunar calender &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275619718560972466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/STbELr7ffrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VSEto2u3VvA/s400/DSCN4613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tada - The Devil Cow with an Angel's smile &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Straight after work, she came to Bangsar Village 2 to meet up with us. Well, we walked. We walked a little. We walked around the area. We walked into boutiques and we walked pass cafes and bistros and shops and streets and cars. We finally went to Marmalade for a feast. I consider this as her Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before this, me and my girl already set up a suprise Birthday present for her. I would like to spoil my sis a little since she always spoil me. She bought me a blue cardigan from People's. Not wanting to tantalize her again, I obeyed to her wish which is a Cleo from Crocs. Besides from the slipper and the dinner, we also got her a lovely and cute card which has interesting words in it. My girl gave it some "renovation", just to add more flavour =). It was wrapped nicely and remained under the seat for sometime. No words to be spoken. It remained silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Coming back to the dinner part, Marmalade didn't look quite inviting outside. But when we jumped in, the decorations were actually fantastic, although the wooden furnitures are quite old with cracks. We sat down, looked at the menu, picked our food, made our orders. Then we started cham whoring. Hehe for people who know me close I'm actually kinda camera shy but this time I laid it down. Gratz to myself :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275625460384655842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/STbJZ5476eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FxjcEuoqHCE/s400/DSCN4588.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I told myself, wow, this menu is hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275627149311092610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/STbK8NoYJ4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/1KFRH_mtscU/s400/DSCN4595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My sister brain-washing my girl to ally her =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, came our food and our drinks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275628529300555890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/STbMMifgSHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VZZbGJNqxUs/s400/DSCN4608.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Fettucini Salmon &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275629167008397330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/STbMxqI5uBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UR8Lgez6OjE/s400/DSCN4601.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Taste like drain water+ginger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275629561586305906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/STbNIoDmy3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rs0QjHwDJRI/s400/DSCN4600.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;**** I can't believe this cost me RM10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275630099304022994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/STbNn7NgA9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/XTKSP3gfdvQ/s400/DSCN4605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dear, I wanna try yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275636821774995650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/STbTvOXekMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/i4eocjt329E/s400/DSCN4606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dear: Drink back your one &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275631547801880770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/STbO8PSTSMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WYtiiKvoUQM/s400/DSCN4607.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheh&lt;/em&gt;.. drink ma drink.. Ah, here comes Aglio Olio. Kiki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275641179479416050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/STbXs4FLHPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/9ZSY6lvCVzk/s400/DSCN4627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Lubs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275633618702571714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/STbQ0x_gGMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Rjmy4VPr804/s400/DSCN4623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alamak!!&lt;/em&gt; I also&lt;em&gt; kena&lt;/em&gt; brain-wash d... KiKi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275634788807926946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/STbR44-W5KI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FAImfF92xbs/s400/DSCN4618.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ok &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.. Fren back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275635924259534418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/STbS6-3HdlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/i2_Tk1-eo6Q/s400/DSCN4625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Three of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we sent my sister back home. From Bangsar Village to her house, it was a short 5 minutes for her but a long 5 minutes for my big plan. Haha. As we reach, she opened the door. We exchanged greets and smiles. As she sets her right leg out of the door onto the tar pavement, I quickly took out the bag of suprise and gave it to her. Kiki suprise. She seemed happy, so we were happy too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275635514852810130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/STbSjJs8nZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/G_GXfn_lHZM/s400/DSCN4630.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The suprise with the envelope beautifully decorated by my Dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275638901740459906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/STbVoS1414I/AAAAAAAAAGk/0YJiHoWUuP0/s400/DSCN4632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The cute card.. Just like me... Hehe *Ahems*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275639901891082898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/STbWigsYOpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iqW686ZciKA/s400/DSCN4633.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Cleo from Crocs; HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time spent was not more than 4 hours, but it was enough. Full of joys, laughters, teasing-me and silly stuff. Happy birthday sis from me and elle. Quality time, but not quantity! Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-9181947332718107560?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/9181947332718107560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=9181947332718107560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/9181947332718107560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/9181947332718107560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/12/month-of-december.html' title='The Month of December'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/STbELr7ffrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VSEto2u3VvA/s72-c/DSCN4613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-5200453013834652610</id><published>2008-11-22T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:18:06.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Road Not Taken"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SSgh0M1BAGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Qrm2mV-s60g/s1600-h/2roads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271500544517668962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SSgh0M1BAGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Qrm2mV-s60g/s400/2roads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aah, I remember this picture. It must be Form4 or Form5 literature. I wonder how I remembered it. A miracle. Couldn't remember the name so well but, but, after some search using keywords I finally found out. For something to stay inside of my memory so long, it must be "extrodinary".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember this poem's author, Robert Frost illustrated himself inside the poem in a situation where he needs to travel to some place, but there are 2 roads available. However, one has more signs of tear and wear while the other remained calm and steady. The I remembered something like the took a day off there but the next day no one passed by. In the end he made the decision to choose the road less travelled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ps: Robert Frost soon found the time machine together with Michael J. Fox, they travelled through the tunnel of times soon, and Robert became Bill Gates, while Michael changed his name to Jackson and started to became Wacko) - bullshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, I couldn't remember the whole story and its meaning completely and precisely. So I done some research because I wanted to know. Then, hopefully it will be able to help my cousin solve his problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this poem, he walked down the woods and saw two roads. He tried to reach his sight as far as possible but what he saw was vague. Too bad, he COULDN'T travel both. So he kept looking at the roads and thought for some time which one to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looked down at the first road, and claim that it is more worn. So wanted to take the second road, but then he noticed that they are almost similarly worn. They were about the same but not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, fresh leaves has fallen on both road and there is no obvious sign of any traffic. He wanted to go with the second road and then come back sometime in future for the first road. However, life is short and he doubted that he will be able to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trickiest part in this poem is this part. He chose one of the two roads. After that he expressed his feelings with a "sigh" and mentioned that the decision made all the "difference".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sigh may be a positive sigh (what a relief) or a negative sigh (oh dear). Therefore, the end which leads down to the word "difference" couldn't specifically tell us whether the decision of him choosing the road from the other was a positive difference or a negative difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Steven. The same goes with your decision. Its obvious you cant attend both Elim Youth Camp or your St.John Ambulance Camp. You took some time out. You work your brain hard thinking of which one to go. You doubt your own decision. You lose faith. I see fear in your eyes that will take the heart of mine. BUT NOT TODAY. Today we Fight for Brotherhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LoL sound familiar right? haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are thorn between two decisions which is both of equal importance to you. But I see you have made your decision to join the Youth Camp if I correct. Then some Singh came up again to persuade you to join the St. John Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just like the poem. Imagine you are Robert Frost at the time he had to make the decision. In the end, he made the decision and went on with it. But what he told us is that the decision made all the "difference", but we don't know if it's positive or negative. Even he himself didn't know because it is the future. And he certainly can never travel both cause life is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what I got for you Bro is that, whichever your decision is, it will lead to a "difference". Positive or negative, is for you to find out. I can't tell you which road to take because I'm an idiot with directions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I just want to let you know that, whether studying Form6 or Pre-U, it doesn't matter. It's still the same shit. In the end, eventually you will get your Degree. The content however, is important. I did Form6 because I wanted to. And I enjoyed it. And my brain is not so free to think of what I will be missing off if I went for Pre-U instead of Form6. So I had a positive "difference".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you, in choosing which camp to go to, and for choosing either for Form6 or Pre-U, it's most important that you understand which one you wanted the most. Then go for it. I believe both camp will be fun, but if your heart tells you that you miss your gay partner Clarence so much that you can sacrifice your St. John Camp which is also a once in a lifetime experience. Then you should listen to your heart and go to that camp immediately and make out with Clarence XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Youth Camp should be fun, cause I've been to it twice if I've not mistaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best to your in your SPM. We are already proud. DO us more proud. Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-5200453013834652610?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/5200453013834652610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=5200453013834652610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/5200453013834652610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/5200453013834652610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/11/road-not-taken.html' title='&quot;The Road Not Taken&quot;'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SSgh0M1BAGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Qrm2mV-s60g/s72-c/2roads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-4663912170820051526</id><published>2008-11-22T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T05:17:07.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear me out!!! o0o</title><content type='html'>Perhaps one of the most interesting and colorful word in Cantonese today is the word "TEW"&lt;br /&gt;It is one magical word which just by the sound can describe pleasure, hate and love.&lt;br /&gt;"TEW" falls into many grammatical categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be used as a verb both transitive (eg. Goh tewed Irene) and intransitive (eg. Irene wastewed by Goh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be a noun (eg. Goh doesn't give a tew about Irene) or an adverb (Irene is te-wing beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be obvious by now that there are not many words as versatile as the word "Tew"Besides its sexual connotation, this lovely word can be used to describe many situations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fraud - Ngor pei yan tew chor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dismay - Tew nia ma hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Trouble - Lei chii tew lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Aggression - Tew kow lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Passive - Tew ngor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Confusion - Tew mat chat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Difficulty - Tew, ng chat meng ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Despair - Li bei yan tew lorr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Philosophical - Mm lan tew hai lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Religious - Omi toh fut, tew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Incompetence - Oh, tew lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Displeasure - Tew, fart sang meh yeh si ah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laziness - Mou lan tew ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rebellion - Tew chart hoi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Direction - Mart chart tew tei fong ah???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Misunderstanding - Hui dei tew chow hoi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Denial - Ngor mou tew dou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Low self-esteem - Ngor mou lan tew yoong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Suprised - Wahh!!! tew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Insane - Chi lan tew sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Frustration - Tewwwwwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Calm - Mou tew! Mou tew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Flirtatious - Lai tew ngor la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Honest - Ngor yau tew dou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dissapointed - Hou 7 tew ge la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hungry - Kuay tew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lonely - Mou yan tew ngor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Accident - Look 7 lo, tew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind really boggles at the many creative uses. How could anyone be offended when you say the word "TEW"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-4663912170820051526?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/4663912170820051526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=4663912170820051526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4663912170820051526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4663912170820051526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/11/hear-me-out-o0o.html' title='Hear me out!!! o0o'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-3930088049941230045</id><published>2008-11-20T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:43:40.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RETURN OF THE KING</title><content type='html'>Hi guys.. I'm back&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I left and it shouldn't be that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna keep my fans out there updated with the latest information.&lt;br /&gt;So Forest Diu King is back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news first - Casualties&lt;br /&gt;In recent "battles" with cancer.. My friend Onn Chai's severed body finally gave in .. but his soul would still hang around in mah-joong parlours and around sexy beaches.. RIP my first class "pei ka" and barren friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Mrs. Lam, Audrey's tuition teacher suffering years from stomach cancer, succumbed to it. Such a wonderful teacher she is.. Although she's gone, the education lost a good old teacher but found a good new one as well .. (i'm gonna fucking teach when i finish Uni =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third one, is Mr.Lee's son. Some brief profile about his son. His son is a manager is a Japanese wooden manufacturer, 2nd in the family and urm in about his late 20's. His father found his son hanging himself to death in his room. No notes or words was left behind. However, his father told us that he gambles..&lt;br /&gt;NO FURTHER COMMENT WILL BE GIVEN!!&lt;br /&gt;ps: Don't gamble.. It will take your life faster than AIDS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go.. 3 casualties in a week's time ... that's what big enough to move the KING's lazy arse back to his laptop and do some finger exercising..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Good news - Marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news guys.. I just got my girlfriend pregnant and her parent's are gonna kill me. :)&lt;br /&gt;Just crappin..&lt;br /&gt;My brother from another father and mother, is coming back from Johor after being on fugitive because he owe me some shit and i told him i'm gonna chop his dick off... XD&lt;br /&gt;Now he's back to celebrate her sister's wedding .. (its not his, its her.. yes my friend is a faggot :) ) By the way, his nick is Smeagol&lt;br /&gt;I'm invited and I plan to go to meet him, her sister for the first time and other friends and etc..&lt;br /&gt;It's a happy celebration, and congratz we've got another couple with License to fuck.. kiki&lt;br /&gt;Indeed... a GOOD news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, many things happened in the past, happy ones and sad ones as well but I did not do any update because I'm lazy and I have a good memory (blogging are for aging people).&lt;br /&gt;But as I age.. ^^ I know I need to blog more. So I will try my best to update in future..but the past would be difficult..the other hindrance is pictures.. I don't have a digi-cam.. I cant cam-whore.. ROFL..&lt;br /&gt;So let's put the past aside as History, appreciate today by blogging because the future is a Mystery.. yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-3930088049941230045?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/3930088049941230045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=3930088049941230045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/3930088049941230045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/3930088049941230045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/11/return-of-king.html' title='RETURN OF THE KING'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-715511982227561055</id><published>2008-10-27T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:01:43.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salvation army</title><content type='html'>In less than a week's time, there is one assignment due, 1 midterm and 2 more assignments to come with midterms and tutorials and boring lecture classes. Part of my mind and body is tired and wore off. Also damm boring, short sem is like digging a hole, when shit is wanting so desperately to burst out of your anal, the "kap si" feeling.. walao @_@ sieh ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, flashing back on the treaties at Italiannies, it was absolutely exquisite and refreshing. (freakin expensive too) Dear sister, you are the best in the world :) If once a week got such nice refreshment, then good lor.. hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been inactive for such a long long time, just wanted to crap a little...&lt;br /&gt;Back to my stuff now.. adios amigo... and beach-o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-715511982227561055?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/715511982227561055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=715511982227561055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/715511982227561055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/715511982227561055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/10/salvation-army.html' title='salvation army'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-8865949809299617304</id><published>2008-10-17T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:20:26.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Speechless*</title><content type='html'>Today is a sad day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind sores of sorrowness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowned in my own tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the date of the last post??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been busy.. I'm just letting my arse get lazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice come back tho... LOL... i guess ... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-8865949809299617304?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/8865949809299617304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=8865949809299617304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8865949809299617304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8865949809299617304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/10/speechless.html' title='*Speechless*'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-903747630207609011</id><published>2008-09-05T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:45:25.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>Today, I realised something...&lt;br /&gt;Something that I have not given thought to...&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden "it" came and struck me...&lt;br /&gt;"It" was harsh...&lt;br /&gt;But all I can do is to accept "it"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily that this time, I had a pillar to hold things from falling...&lt;br /&gt;How long will this pillar hold on?&lt;br /&gt;When will it finally give in, devastated into runes to protect me...&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth for it to do so for me?&lt;br /&gt;Will I disappoint it?&lt;br /&gt;Will I disappoint myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I strengthen the pillar?&lt;br /&gt;Or just let is waste into dust?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I waste it for a purpose?&lt;br /&gt;A purpose so great that waste dust turns into gold sand...&lt;br /&gt;Just like Midas' touch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, I have not been a faithful servant...&lt;br /&gt;I did You wrong Lord...&lt;br /&gt;Make me a better person...&lt;br /&gt;Prosper me and my family with health...&lt;br /&gt;A humble plead from Your rebellious servant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a new life, a new style too perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;Bring to me Glory... [just like Manchester United]&lt;br /&gt;Provide me with might and will power...&lt;br /&gt;Then I shall provide for my family...&lt;br /&gt;And provide for You when I can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring to me trouble as well...&lt;br /&gt;As it makes me stronger and wiser...&lt;br /&gt;As it lets me see good and evil...&lt;br /&gt;So that I know which path to travel...&lt;br /&gt;To finally... Grow Up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-903747630207609011?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/903747630207609011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=903747630207609011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/903747630207609011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/903747630207609011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/09/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-505764511518089786</id><published>2008-08-28T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:19:15.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On and on and on ...</title><content type='html'>Things kept on coming, thrown onto my drained but muscular body. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got list of things that i should do.. however got few solved thanks to my precious darlin and peipei(eric).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got  a pair of helping hand from my dear~ in washing clothes etc.. feel so.. so.. "xin fu" (happy)...&lt;br /&gt;however not being pessimistic...&lt;br /&gt;it just started...&lt;br /&gt;dont want it to end...&lt;br /&gt;dont know when it will end...&lt;br /&gt;will there be such thing as "lived happily ever after"?&lt;br /&gt;or "move on you pathetic faggot"?&lt;br /&gt;future seems unclear...&lt;br /&gt;but ONE thing that is definite is that my sister is officially graduated this Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;*tada* its her convocation...&lt;br /&gt;my parents are coming...&lt;br /&gt;so am i...&lt;br /&gt;gratz to my sister...&lt;br /&gt;althought something bad had fallen on her recently...&lt;br /&gt;hope that she can be strong...&lt;br /&gt;and think for herself...&lt;br /&gt;to path herself a career she enjoys...&lt;br /&gt;and to live long enough until i con all her money...&lt;br /&gt;then we can all burn in hell...&lt;br /&gt;LOL .. farking arse.. just kidding v^^&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens...&lt;br /&gt;it happens...&lt;br /&gt;just like Steven being chosen to enter NS...&lt;br /&gt;Steve, please dont simply shoot people with guns...&lt;br /&gt;They are loaded, no counter-strike please...&lt;br /&gt;Haha... and nice new watch too =D...&lt;br /&gt;Because of all these, i hope that my cousin Bernard would work harder in the gym...&lt;br /&gt;I will be busting my balls-to-the-walls to knock you down...&lt;br /&gt;The "feeling" is coming back...&lt;br /&gt;And i like it...&lt;br /&gt;5 months countdown...&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;All the best to everyone in the world in their undergoing...&lt;br /&gt;Especially people anticipating examinations like me, my classmates, coursemates, friends, uni-mates, house-mates, my cousins, my father, my mother and my foes...&lt;br /&gt;For your information, my mom and dad's having their alcohol test... v^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-505764511518089786?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/505764511518089786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=505764511518089786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/505764511518089786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/505764511518089786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-and-on-and-on.html' title='On and on and on ...'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-4470720678217370001</id><published>2008-08-23T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:02:28.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting...part 2</title><content type='html'>Today, is a wonderful Saturday. Most of my family members are majority in MCA hall for my cousin's convocation. On the other side of Kuala Lumpur, I had my own meeting with my "other" family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early in the morning, at about 9.30am to prepare. Actually, its not really that early.. lol&lt;br /&gt;Started journey quite early but took us 2 hours to reach Midvalley, cause i kept using the wrong road. WTF?? However, glad to be in Midvalley finally.. such a relieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Midvalley with my beloved to shop around. Thought taking some final time out before finally forcing ourselves to study for finals exam. Also as a celebration cause my darlin just got her ptptn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got herself some girl's stuff, like short trousers and a t-shirt and still complaints about only buying 2 items @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pampered myself with a brand new nike shoe =D and i like it .. yeah baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate pizza for lunch, and got a tea time japanese treat from my darlin.. sushi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got alot of obstacles, such as using 2 hours to reach Midvalley, water leaking from the bottle in her handbag wetting the alarm and her handphone.. and had us worrying about how to start the car properly without an alarm..but had it all figured out thanks to MingMing (ipo mali) Sakali~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day but still have to fucking figure out how to fix the fucking alarm and dry the fucking handphone... fukkkkkkkkkkkk oOo&lt;br /&gt;(ps: excuse me for the foul-language.. its my style.. check my title, kiki thx u)&lt;br /&gt;T.T b'cos her handphone is out of service and mine is so "modern".. couldn't take any pics....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-4470720678217370001?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/4470720678217370001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=4470720678217370001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4470720678217370001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4470720678217370001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/08/meetingpart-2.html' title='Meeting...part 2'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-2291148013970541619</id><published>2008-08-23T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T19:32:28.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting...</title><content type='html'>Well, had a family meeting on 22nd of August (Friday) near Sunway area...&lt;br /&gt;First went to Yuen for steamboat and then Sunway Pyramid to walk around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that it wasn't an ordinary meeting, it was a gathering or rather a celebration for my cousin sister Oi Yoke's convocation. Gratz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week would be my sister's convocation, sad to say i'm gonna attend due to my busy schedule, however my dear beloved sis would still have to sponsor me rm100 :)&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, i'll be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also gave my sister a new nickname : "masi mushroom"&lt;br /&gt;(ps: she's been eating mushroom the whole night, incredible world record of 4 times)&lt;br /&gt;(ps again: if olympics have this event.. she'll give Malaysia a gold this olympic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also meet up with this new guy, my cousin's boyfriend Eddy. Nice guy with a promising future. Drives a Lancer.. @@ wow... (ps: i loaned it to him =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin bro had some shootings too.. but not his "load".. its archery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and other details will be uploaded a.s.a.p including beautiful pictures of me and myself...kiki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-2291148013970541619?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/2291148013970541619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=2291148013970541619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2291148013970541619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2291148013970541619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/08/meeting.html' title='Meeting...'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-4944366683262353113</id><published>2008-08-21T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T02:46:24.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of "nowhere" ....</title><content type='html'>I'm confused..&lt;br /&gt;Is it "no where" or "now here"..&lt;br /&gt;Both carries different meaning..&lt;br /&gt;But the phrase out of now here seems awkward and retarded =\&lt;br /&gt;So i guess we're down to out of no where... BINGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since its "out of nowhere"... I need to tell ya'll what exactly came out of nowhere... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did u came from?&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of u...&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see u coming at all...&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt of u... but...dont go too far i thought.. ben u might get yourself lost...&lt;br /&gt;But...I dared myself to go for it...when there was an opportunity.. when the door is opened..&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be narrow, but i managed to squeesh myself in..&lt;br /&gt;Now i found myself to be happy...&lt;br /&gt;Having the time of my life..&lt;br /&gt;With my new loved one..&lt;br /&gt;Fresh and fragile..&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back.. I won..but i have also lost..&lt;br /&gt;Everyone encounters that..&lt;br /&gt;I won Her heart..&lt;br /&gt;But i broke someone else's heart..&lt;br /&gt;But heck with that.. someone broken mine too before..&lt;br /&gt;Took me sometime to heal.. so hang in there buddy!&lt;br /&gt;Deal with it and get over with it..&lt;br /&gt;LoveMe, but dont HateMe..&lt;br /&gt;U see me now, but u might not see me later..&lt;br /&gt;Things are sudden...&lt;br /&gt;Try to appreciate..&lt;br /&gt;Try not to be discontempted..&lt;br /&gt;Embrace... everything... even flaws..&lt;br /&gt;Believe.. and you will be believed..&lt;br /&gt;Words are spoken..&lt;br /&gt;Promises have been made..&lt;br /&gt;To keep a promise, u must first give it away..&lt;br /&gt;I gave mine.. u gave yours..&lt;br /&gt;Break it.. and u will break my heart..&lt;br /&gt;Keep yours and i'll keep mine..&lt;br /&gt;LoveMe and i'll love u..&lt;br /&gt;HateMe... i will still love u.. with a broken heart...&lt;br /&gt;I'll cry to c u happy..&lt;br /&gt;Dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ook&lt;/span&gt; at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ove me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;asy on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;xpect from me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;eed me&lt;br /&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-4944366683262353113?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/4944366683262353113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=4944366683262353113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4944366683262353113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4944366683262353113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/08/out-of-nowhere.html' title='Out of &quot;nowhere&quot; ....'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-244402634927910041</id><published>2008-07-30T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T04:46:39.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I found you XXXDDDDD</title><content type='html'>I'm on a writing spree, consecutively posting 2 topics in a night, within 1 hour. Hehe I'm so freakin happy right now...&lt;br /&gt;Not because I have a quiz tomorrow morning at 8...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because I found something that has disappeared from me for a long long long time..&lt;br /&gt;No its not my dick... damm = =" It has been with me all the while.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my all time favourite techno song Pinball. So sad that many other songs with the same title made it such a hard time for me to look it for.. but finally .. today I found it!!! Its actually Pinball by Mike MH-4. Yeah Baby I found you!!!!! XD Below is the song I'm talking about. Try it.. its fun.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/R33XS44tEi/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/R33XS44tEi/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/QsE0bcb/music/tX3ef7g_/mike_mh_4_pinball_original_vocal_mix/"&gt;Pinball (Original Vocal Mix) - Mike MH 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another favourite nu-metal song, Room to breathe by Blindspott which to my suprise which I do not know before today, is a song in a triple platinum album. WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmHI8zp30Es&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmHI8zp30Es&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have one, which is a cartoon called Futurama. This animation is really sicko and wacko, with stupid and idiotic shits.. but fresh, hilarious and innovative. Too bad the animation is no longer in production. Damm.... Farking arse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oEiJ3QA4kKs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oEiJ3QA4kKs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/3662861944509768290-244402634927910041?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/244402634927910041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=244402634927910041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/244402634927910041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/244402634927910041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-i-found-you-xxxddddd.html' title='Finally I found you XXXDDDDD'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-2462032664141412877</id><published>2008-07-25T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T04:23:48.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"F" for Farking arse??</title><content type='html'>As usual, a great starter for a smooth sail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today im gonna talk about the F letter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, looking at the word in different perspectives, one might say that "Wow! F are for foul languages". =\ Well the fact that F can also be "friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today im will be illustrating solid examples and at the same time to give my own experiences as to 2 subject of matters, (a)to define the term Friendship and (b) to show you all that one same thing can mean alot, especially to differents people, with different thinking, thus different state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However due to some unforeseen circumstances, I have lost ideas in writing this topic, thus I am not able and will not continue in this topic. The feeling has lost. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would really like to wish people who is reading this topic, especially to my friends NOT TO LOSE HOPE. This topic is actually dedicated to my friends, in particular two of them, kind of close to me and they are in a time of their life they feel lost and with less hope. They need encouragement and acknowledgement. I do need encouragement and acknowledgement too. We all do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope that what I say here will work out for you guys, or at least motivate you guys. And I hope you guys don't mind me mentioning your names here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Baby Hung: You are the first person I have met in your type. What type? The type of person with ability to take care of yourself and also others. To take up responsibility and carrying them out flawlessly. It is not easy to become a class rep. But you did hell good of a job at it. Replacements, exam tips and photocopying notes. You've done a great job. For that, I really think you deserve more than what you are getting. People should buy you lunch or dinner instead of scolding you or saying bad things behind you. You are also independent. At such a young age, when some people are still drinking their mom's breast milk at home, you're already at Genting working your ass off. And even with an average salary, you are able to spend like you are an millionaire. You can afford clubbing, can afford buying expensive things for your girlfriend and at the end of the day you still have savings to finance your studies. You also have a good social skill and a strong network. You can click with most people. With that you know alot of people, which made you get extra exam tips, assignments models and past year stuff and FREE LUNCH. HAHA nice to have free things coming around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get what I mean? To tell you the truth, among my friends you are the one that I respect the most. Because of all the qualities you have. I salute thee!!!&lt;br /&gt;Erm, so I think that you should be more optimistic. Failures ARE usual. You win some, you lose some. No one can win forever. "One mountain high, another mountain higher". Learn from your mistakes and go on.. carry over with it. DON'T CRY OVER SPILT MILK!!! o0o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important thing in a person's life, is health, followed by family, career. So take good care of yourself. Try to gain weight. Don't make your mom sad!! Bitch son. Study smart but not hard. Can continue playing GG or maple. No problem, start when you think its time. Serious when you are needed to. Then nothing will go wrong. About girls, bitches come and go. Steady, you are Hunting Prince ma, now got Helen already, scared what wo? Not enough after finals go hunt again. You are Baby .. remember the one with the most guts in our group. so Gan Gan Lai. Dont be bothered by petty things. Bad things, you can either forget it or take it as something which will make you improve or just think of it from an optimistic persepctive. You can survive in Genting, such a complicated working place.. these kinda small cases i'm pretty sure you can handle. You are given wisdom what... use it wisely lar.. bitchson o0o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ahfuh : Fuh you are my st brother. Meng also from st so we are st brothers. I'm not sure how to put this but, I believe that you getting caught in your exam has some reasons, some vision given by God. Maybe its time in life for you that make a big and serious decision. To study or not to study. To work or not to work. You can take sometime off to really think about it, or even put it into practical to see which one suits you better, or to see which one you NEED more. Go and gain some experience. Go see the real world. After that, you will know what to do. Don't be sad, don't think about getting barred as a bad thing. It's NOT. Even if it is, just deal with it and get a life you faggot. Mistakes make you grow and make you wiser. So next time DON'T cheat. That's it. Nothing really so bad or pathethic about it. Think on the bright side if you want to think. Don't keep on making negative speculations. Thinking of the outcomes of a thing, whether upright or pitfalls in actually mature thinking to know where we stand if a situation is to occur. But standing too much on the negative side is immature, and at times can hurt you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't always think of the bad side. Think positively. And things will come positive. If you really wan to think about bad things, try comparing yourself to things is are more worse. In that way, you will at least feel better and MOVE ON WITH YOUR LIFE BITCH SON. When you are young, you are what your parents shape you and your peers influence you. But when you're at this stage of your life 21yo, I believe you will be what you shape yourself. You don't need your parents to slap you on your face to do something, right? Do you need people to tell you dinner is time? When you are hungry you know what to do, so when you're 21yo you also know what to do with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try what I've told you. Experiment with things. Then you'll know which is better. Dont understand my blog, then get a fucking dictionary and start turning pages you faggot with no life. Don't need people to teach you ABC... you diu ppl also so geng d.. other things sure no problem geh.. we r st ge ma.. gan gan lai.. scanning also must gan gan lai... we r pro ma.. argh kam shan kei geh.. li dou du yao... kiki jiang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me, lim, wawa, ling, fayfay and our classmates will always miss you geh.. dont worry. If you really wanna come back KL .. kiki good.. if wanna stay in Sabah also no problem. Do what you feel. And dont worry so much.. after 2 months you are still my st bro, after 2 years you are still my st bro, after 20 years you also will still be my st bro.. jiang... bitch son.&lt;br /&gt;Kiki and if I come Sabah, is it got FREE eat + FREE sleep + Lorenzo + xiao meimei... pls tell me T.T fuh pls tell me.. is it?? oioi is it?? kiki jiang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedication to my sister, Jen and my cousin Steven : You guys do me proud. Jen with your new shiny job which is a smooth sail in your career. And Steve with all those church and st.john activities. Well done! Good luck. To Jen in your work and to Steve in your SPM. God Bless You.. and Me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also to Michelle and Catherine : Gratz for passing STPM with flying colours, even better than mine. Sad to say, I have failed to set a good example for you two but also glad that you two are better. All the best too to Mish in USM and Cat in Monash. Alleluyah!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also to other people that are not mentioned here, its not that I don't care about you all. Just that we speak less and I don't know your problem. Try speaking more to me, then you understand me better and I will understand you too. Its always better to have an extra friends, than to have an extra enemy. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-2462032664141412877?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/2462032664141412877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=2462032664141412877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2462032664141412877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2462032664141412877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/07/f-for-farking-arse.html' title='&quot;F&quot; for Farking arse??'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-7440377968458572721</id><published>2008-07-24T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:16:42.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Congratulations"</title><content type='html'>I know my blog has been inactive for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for my fans out there XD&lt;br /&gt;But erm, refering to the title.. i would like to congratulate myself for my last minute work on assignments.&lt;br /&gt;And now its sad to say that im "enjoying" the consequences of it...&lt;br /&gt;Please bear with me. My blog will come back to life after few more weeks..&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile,&lt;br /&gt;Blog yang anda cari telah tamat perkhidmatannya, terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;(ps: my blog come back to life.. that time maybe i lose my life d... T.T)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-7440377968458572721?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/7440377968458572721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=7440377968458572721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/7440377968458572721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/7440377968458572721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/07/congratulations.html' title='&quot;Congratulations&quot;'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-9199201484293701909</id><published>2008-06-26T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:02:16.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The current ME</title><content type='html'>Well since everyone's been complaining alot about me crapping too much, its time to share some personal experience again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When you hear something like that what do you have in mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be something have gone wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be someone cursing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or ... It might be me wanting to go to toilet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Seriously, recently I have been going to the toilet quite often. Not for small business but for big business. (Ps: Damm, I was born to do big things =D)&lt;br /&gt;Relief to say so because if its small business, then I might have kidney problem or some shit.. Chinese people call it "San Kuai". A bad thing. Luckily, my nature's call is usually for a "big project".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont really know why but guess I have been given a nice digestive system dna from my pap. &lt;i&gt;Senang masuk, senang keluar. &lt;/i&gt;Might also be my love for vegetables and fruits.. Didn't see that one coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SGKprPmeP1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/SI1FZ2FdGnI/s1600-h/fruits.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215917878835822418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="103" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SGKprPmeP1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/SI1FZ2FdGnI/s400/fruits.jpeg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha fruits.. I can see my buddy there!! Hey ya, Watermelon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215917972272369874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="95" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SGKpwrre0NI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gWJFj0XojvQ/s400/vegetables.jpeg" width="138" border="0" /&gt; Veges.. you did alright.. came in handy too, especially during steamboats. But the secret behind these... FIBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SGKqT5C9fsI/AAAAAAAAADE/hMX7H_N5hnY/s1600-h/fiber-optic.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215918577155931842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SGKqT5C9fsI/AAAAAAAAADE/hMX7H_N5hnY/s400/fiber-optic.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oops.. Not this fiber.. Another one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SGKqnMU56kI/AAAAAAAAADM/qkuQ2dEb48Y/s1600-h/fiber.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215918908748982850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SGKqnMU56kI/AAAAAAAAADM/qkuQ2dEb48Y/s400/fiber.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perhaps this one i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Couldn't find pictures of organic fiber =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings just come, suddenly, without any pre-notice. When the feeling comes, I dont feel good and that's when I start slowing down.(as in my mouth)&lt;br /&gt;Well three things in life that can make me lose my mood would be&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;Kap si&lt;/i&gt; (Major nature's call)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;Kap liu&lt;/i&gt; (Minor nature's call)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;Har beng&lt;/i&gt; (Sleepy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it happens, I tend to speak less and its harder for me to concentrate. I will find a way to release it as fast as possible. Often the reason I use to skip class, speeding back home to &lt;i&gt;oh si.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SGKrXVF7gDI/AAAAAAAAADc/H2Mxygm650c/s1600-h/First_Creek_waterfall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215919735735812146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SGKrXVF7gDI/AAAAAAAAADc/H2Mxygm650c/s400/First_Creek_waterfall.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this waterfall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you its rush?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you feel the power of those water falling from such high grounds, possesing sufficient kinetics energy to blow ur head off if you're standing right below it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pure energy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's what Im talking about...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I feel like shitting..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The feeling hits me like a giant waterfall..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So huge it is able to blow my arse off..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's move abit back to 1638 with my bro Galileo Galilei where we talk about the law of conservation of energy. In short, the law of conservation of energy states that energy can not be created or destroyed, it can only be changed from one form to another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the power of all this huge SHIT rushing rapidly from my colon all the way down to final storage Rectum, the speed is almost zero, almost negliglible, almost none kinetics energy. Just like still water on top of a waterfall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brothers and sisters, do not forget its potential energy (tenaga keupayaan) hidden deep deep inside. Just like water falling off the cliff, having transformed all its energy into kinetics form, creating a massive fall off the top, that power is what im talking about. When the Rectum storage is full but SHIT keeps on rushing in, the potential energy will then keep on pushing shit out of my anus(&lt;em&gt;si fat long&lt;/em&gt;), wanting freedom. Problem is I can only &lt;em&gt;merdeka &lt;/em&gt;you all in the toilet. Therefore, I have to &lt;em&gt;yan! yan! yan! yan! (&lt;/em&gt;Bear/Tahan) Until I &lt;em&gt;beh tahan&lt;/em&gt; then only try to find a toilet if Im not at home. (Note: You all know loh.. outside the toilet no security and dirty and no feel.. although &lt;em&gt;kapsi&lt;/em&gt; also hard to do business.. usually must do at home)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the end, the water falls down. Water from the cliff submerges and combines with water around, neutralising its force. Almost the same as my situation where I open my very own waterfall hole, to allow SHIT to come out all the way down into the &lt;em&gt;jamban&lt;/em&gt; before it submerges into the mixture of water and my urine and soon flushed away... away to IndahWater, also neutralised the force. Then Jedi Master Yoda tells me, "May the &lt;em&gt;force&lt;/em&gt; be with you". I replied, "Master, the &lt;em&gt;force&lt;/em&gt; has gone. If you wan go IndahWater find lah" =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SGKzK1QMjUI/AAAAAAAAADk/2E4xBnkwEHI/s1600-h/JS+Sanitaryware_xls_m6845c1cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215928317123530050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SGKzK1QMjUI/AAAAAAAAADk/2E4xBnkwEHI/s400/JS+Sanitaryware_xls_m6845c1cd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My precious MONACO WALL HUNG WC SET from johnsonsuisse. Yeah baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And a sample demonstration picture for you all to enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SGK0EpnRqcI/AAAAAAAAADs/ohuhEC9wBRk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215929310431521218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SGK0EpnRqcI/AAAAAAAAADs/ohuhEC9wBRk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(In case you cant read it clearly, its "Just &lt;em&gt;berak&lt;/em&gt; it") &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha farking arse... But this is no crap... true life experience being explained in ancient PROVEN theory used wordwide to promote understanding. Wahaha ... and fuck the bad spacing..really SHIT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-9199201484293701909?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/9199201484293701909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=9199201484293701909' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/9199201484293701909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/9199201484293701909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/06/current-me.html' title='The current ME'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SGKprPmeP1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/SI1FZ2FdGnI/s72-c/fruits.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-2428985146259614521</id><published>2008-06-25T06:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:00:46.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy? No time? Ya right...</title><content type='html'>Often asked myself, do these 2 words relate to each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUSY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they friends? or cousins? or even parent-child relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent years in North Pole and Alaska doing a research on this matter, and through years of hardship and endurance, of intense studying, of careful observation, of accurate calculation, logical analysis and precise information, I finally managed to come to an end, to travel the road that will lead us 1 step closer to unveil the myths that had us wondering around for ages, beyond the brink of history of mankind, of homosapiens, of bitches and son of bitches... to uncover the mystery of which ... I shall name Bensasoun's Theory. [ i should be given credit right? :) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all a brief summary of our subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Time is kinda unique. One day we get 24 hours of them. So I would like to use a more unique way to define it, subjectively(situationally).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are working, it feels shit kinda long as if the clock is stuck. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Scenario:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mr.A&lt;/span&gt; Can someone please check the f**king battery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/span&gt; Ooops, battery's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mr. A&lt;/span&gt; Fuck. Ok, now back to work. Sigh, it's not even lunch yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're having fun, it feels shit kinda fast as if the clock is damaged. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Scenario:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dude1&lt;/span&gt; Hey dude, what's the time now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dude2&lt;/span&gt; Its almost 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dude1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wt F**k? Don't mess around! Come on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dude2&lt;/span&gt; It's really 8pm, on both our watches and cellphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dude1&lt;/span&gt; Oh ok, I'm late ... F**k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut short, when you don't need it, it seems to be longer than you want it to be and when you need it, it seems to be shorter than you want it to be. Crap....&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, let's put this aside and move on to the other subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Busy&lt;/span&gt;-It comes around either unpredictably or predictably. What the f**k.. how can someone predict if they are busy. I'll show you and its real simple =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to have dinner and you're addicted to some sex online game. Which you have well spent and well planned your time not doing homework but...... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Scenario:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come down for dinner already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Im not ready yet mom, there's still work to get done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt; Lame but acceptable, now back to my game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this. Your friend gives you a suprise emergency call to back him up in that online game. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Scenario:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dude1&lt;/span&gt; Mayday! Mayday! You there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Dude2 &lt;/span&gt;What's up? I need to mop the floor right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dude1 &lt;/span&gt;No you don't. You need to login right now! *Hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Dude2&lt;/span&gt; Mom, there's a test tomorrow, mop the floor yourself or ask Genie to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; Son sure study is SO important. I'll do the mopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure we all can differentiate which is the predictable and unpredictable scenario.&lt;br /&gt;Here, we can say that when asked to do something important or appropriate or a better term something you dislike, you'll be busy. When doing something you like/inappropriate/unimportant you will be extremely free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, anyone feeling dizzy? Haha.. farking arse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theory of Bensasoun, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Time &lt;/span&gt;is actually the opposite way round. Kids and even adults nowadays rather waste time doing sick stuff, f**king around rather than doing constructive stuff. They think that something which is bad is good for them because they have been conditioned to one. When important and serious things suddenly struck them in the nick of time, they rush their ass off trying as hard as they can pathethically and yet at the end of the day complaining around about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT ENOUGH TIME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GIVEN&lt;/span&gt;! Farking arse.. now you're talking. Shove a plate over and imma tell you what is &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;. Son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And applying that theory to&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; BUSY&lt;/span&gt;, its even crappier. When you have something unimportant to do you're busy. When there's something you dont like to do, you're busy. And when there's something you like to do, you're f**king free. This concept applies to the whole, to male, female and shemale. Whenever there's something you don't want to do, or wanna lie yourself off from doing it, haha your buddy is there waiting for you already, the word BUSY! Haha nice and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually according to research, people who do not have &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; are usually &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;. The other way round, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; people often do not have &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;. There. But .. but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;According to Sasoun's theory, &lt;/span&gt;BUSY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;people are busy are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; people with no &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;. They have time only to do things which they like most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, people with no &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;are also &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; considered as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUSY&lt;/span&gt; people. Logic behind this would be they claim that they have no time, however time is used to do useless and worthless stuff.. therefore, it also cannot be considered as busy but rather than wasting time. They don't have time because its all wasted, not because they are busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Mystery solved!!!! =D Final conclusion would be the word &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUSY&lt;/span&gt; is not related!! Thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-2428985146259614521?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/2428985146259614521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=2428985146259614521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2428985146259614521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/2428985146259614521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/06/busy-no-time-ya-right.html' title='Busy? No time? Ya right...'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-8306553402413021243</id><published>2008-06-16T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T04:48:11.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Betrayal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does this word usually lead us to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sadness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disappointment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i can fucking list out whatever emotions you want, but i guess they aren't really that accurate. The appropriate word to use is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCKED UP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes that is correct!! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 14 June 2008, I purposely went back to Ipoh to celebrate the world's most prestigious celebration, Father's day. (Well if any of you all don't agree with me, try giving birth without sperms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad to see my Dad.. so we hooked up my uncle and got into some dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, during dinner with my father, some ugly shit came up and the whole night sucked good time. I kept thinking about that incident. Of its pros and cons. That's life, you win some and you lose some. I don't mind losing, but I'm afraid of losing so frequently and losing something i cant afford to lose. Especially in this case, therefore precaution is always better than curing. Play safe! (Ps: Still busting my arse to solve this shit out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;unpleasant disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, got some phone call from my maternal side aunt to ask my Dad to go help her out with some shit. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I came back for my Dad and someone is trying to snatch him away from me. Cool.. farking arse.. but no worries, i am a BIG boy and i can manage on my own. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCKING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;main problem is the car is not around too simply because i only have 1 car and that very car has been used by my Dad to travel to my aunt's place which is quite far for about a weeks time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are working. My Dad and car's not around. No one's quite free.&lt;br /&gt;I can't go anywhere. I'm stuck at home. Watching some stupid TV program. Boring~~~~&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have a girlfriend which i can bring home to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Damm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2nd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;unpleasant disaster! oOo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend most of the time at home, killing myself with TV shows while waiting in hunger for my friends to be free. Wanted to walk out for some food but its Ipoh and i lost interest and was lazy to do so. Luckily, when the night calls, my friends answered. Consider it as okay overall for my 3 days 2 nights stay back in Ipoh.. except for those unnecessary fasting caused. ( Fucking is ok, but fasting.. not my type. Sorry! =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Summary&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Drank some nice tea with my brothers MingMeng, Big Saw(sakali, Happy Birthday), King, Mr.Terry, Chupak and Choi Keok. (Nice job Holland, trashing France all the way back to &lt;em&gt;hol-land&lt;/em&gt;) - Satisfactory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Also nice tea drinking with my passion-mates, Hoe kitchen boy and Jason weird mouth fish and erm after that second round drink tea also with Hoe and Jason. They had some nice plans, hope that they will prevail. 3rd round, Shark drink beer and tequila. BigSaw naik kepala then "die"!! w00t!! The alcohol was not bad but the liquor, surroundings and the girls SUCKED big time. 4th round Nasmir. 5th round Metro. 6th round Mc'd. 7th round Zone-X. How the fuck can 1 person go so many rounds in a day? XD&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Mengz nice job for fucking(by mouth) your manager ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Again, drank tea with Hoe and Jason. Hoe's friend got frustrated and pissed off because he couldn't connect to our channel. After that, went to ATM cause i'm out of cash(actually broke), waited for about an hour in Mc'D for Mr.Lim and Mrs.Lim(his mother not wife) and finally, back to KL at approximately 10:53pm. Thanks Mr.Lim for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, my Father's day trip special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 3am+ i was so tired but doesn't want to go to bed, so i began writing this blog. Haha, my roommates is struggling to sleep because i had the lights on. =D&lt;br /&gt;Clock shows 4:35am, the blog is almost complete. As well as my life, its almost complete as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three classes tomorrow. All the way until 8pm. God bless me, Hallejulah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-8306553402413021243?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/8306553402413021243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=8306553402413021243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8306553402413021243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8306553402413021243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/06/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-11419500935955323</id><published>2008-06-09T03:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:02:18.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays in Kay El</title><content type='html'>Its time again to talk some shit into the educations of youth all around the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense! Well traditional birthdays are like spending it with your family [usually having a dinner at some fancy restaurant with some degree of class serving food that looks tasty which tempt you to order and eat them because they look nice but it doesn't actually taste that nice which makes ya'll look (well at least feel) like an idiot], getting a red packet [with kinda lot money stuffed inside so that you can add a few more volume of porn dvds into your collection], and hanging out with friends [who may smoke cigarette (in front) but actually play with drugs like K powder, ecstasy pills, triangle etc]. Such "cultures" (haha ;D) have been instilled into us all the way from birth, but not till death. There's some invisible string attached. Kiki....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're alone, far away from home, who is there to celebrate with you? Well you can always go back to your hometown to meet up with family and friends to have a decent dinner. That is a scenario when you live near. What is he's someone who needs to ride an aeroplane for a few hours (few hundred bucks baby) to do that, but his arse is broke? Haha, then you're farking alone, stucked. Well i guess dedicating Landy's song "Happy birthday to myself" isn't that optimistic. Luckily, in life there's always something new. The subject we're going to talk about today is "new" friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "friend". How high or how low that word may go in life, it's yours to see. What you perceive may not always be true, but i can guarantee you no matter what kind of person you are the word "friend" definitely takes up a large portion of your life especially when you're in need of acknowlegdement and support and also when you're lonely to people who don't have much friends and activities(lol). Hmm.. let me see, from personal experience the 1st time i celebrated birthday was during my 1st year 1st semester. I did celebrate in my hometown but this party was unexpected. Our class just had a gathering. Had barbeque and stuff going on. Had our very own musician Thomas to play the guitar. Lots of fun there. After eating there was a cake. It was actually to serve another purpose but in conjunctioned with my birthday and my new buddy from Sabah Ahfuh's birthday. Kinda touching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days ago, 2 of my buddies, Yit Lim and AhFuh had their birthdays repectively on 7th and 8th of June. Sadly, Yit Lim went back to his hometown Ipoh(mali) to celebrate it with his family. Well the other guy stayed here so we(me and my housemates) decided to throw in a suprise birthday party. It didn't got him by 100% but nonetheless it kinda touched him. Alot of our friends went back to their hometown. Only 6 of us (me, Baby Hung, Wawa, Ling, Fayfay) were in the party but it was just as nice. Haha, too much cook, spoilt the soup. Not to miss some oldschool actions by Baby Hung, playing with cream and cakes and made the party happening. We even got it in a video. And urm... had some beer and champagne! Cheers! Thanks to Fayfay and Wawa for the sponsor. Gracias....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's only few of my experiences here in Kay El, to share around to remind you all how important it is not to be an idiot during your birthday and in your life. Celebrate yours well and celebrate others' too. Treat someone the way you would like others to treat you back. Care for the unfortunate and unlucky ones. A small deed may do a big help. And appreciate friendship. Applying this to another concept, do not lose faith and hope when things a farked up ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well damm sure Im not unlucky and unfortunate because every farking year, one person who will never forget my stupid birthday is my DAD!!! T.T papa i love u... Kiki...&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget my sister, mom, and other friends particularly my pei ka buddy Ming Meng and LoonLun. Had some pics down there. Enjoy! (non-nude) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209619671301389378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SExJfULOfEI/AAAAAAAAABU/0JKsvsugNhI/s320/DSC00433.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left-Right: Me, Ahfuh, Baby Hung, (check those monkey-arse faces) &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209626034720649794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SExPRtwmskI/AAAAAAAAABk/d6xGZFlU3h4/s320/DSC00435.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Left to Right: Ling, Ahfuh, Wawa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209626991967816370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SExQJbyHSrI/AAAAAAAAABs/gxdr7Gckxm8/s400/DSC00436.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Notice why this shit is bigger than the others? Haha .... think you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209622507359825170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SExMEZUP7RI/AAAAAAAAABc/On0W4LHKSkU/s320/19239591397l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; year1 sem1 bbq partay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209627591784919090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SExQsWRp8DI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gqx83aDmtiY/s320/197332225406l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Bunch of young fools =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209632404141312914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SExVEds1C5I/AAAAAAAAACc/aOo5oy5jvK0/s320/1_485178242l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Son of a bitch.. eat also dunno eat.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209632198241070242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SExU4eqYrKI/AAAAAAAAACU/CQSrZeVa22Y/s320/1_167483774l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Since he got so dirty, we decided to give him a nice bath! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209627939735442226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SExRAmfhkzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HpuaDyA9Vlc/s320/192613631456l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Thomas solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209628435419391698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SExRddDyZtI/AAAAAAAAACE/8R-Akw-WaTY/s320/19239613386l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This pic for Steven... to show you the girls in my class! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209628577529747922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SExRludiWdI/AAAAAAAAACM/QV6vQF1CT7Y/s320/192616554012l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After some stupid presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RZ_eC5npJto&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RZ_eC5npJto&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Video on the oldschool trick by Baby Hung (recommended - MUST WATCH!!! with speakers on loud)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's about all for this time.. Gotta sign off.. Fark ya'll and have a nice day =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-11419500935955323?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/11419500935955323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=11419500935955323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/11419500935955323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/11419500935955323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthdays-in-kay-el.html' title='Birthdays in Kay El'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SExJfULOfEI/AAAAAAAAABU/0JKsvsugNhI/s72-c/DSC00433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-4332745300856564865</id><published>2008-06-04T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T03:46:45.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kay El Life</title><content type='html'>Since I have decided to blog, I guess it should be more oftenly done as to update people and also to satisfy my cousin bro, Steve's request because he wanted more crap from me =D hehe. This time, I would like to share my KL life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was in Ipoh, staying with my parents (as I have since I was born) I was having an easy, comfortable and a tranquil life. It's all hustle free. I've got food provided on the table the minute I wake up. I dont have to worry of being late to school because my Dad always have my back. He will wake me up, buy me breakfast and send my lazy ass all the way to school. After school, again there will be Daddy to pick me up and as soon as I reach home there's already lunch on the table. I don't have to walk or cycle to tuition because my Dad cares so much for me, he drives me there =D. It goes all the way. After getting my license, I got my own transport. Unless I'm shopping at Jaya Jusco, there's hardly any walking. When my "load" is running low, there will be extra pocket money. Isn't that a sweet lil' fairy tale transformed into a real life story? Even when I'm not revising for my exam, Dad will come busting my arse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing my Form6, I went on to KL to pursue a higher education, which is a degree course in Entrepreneurship for 3 years. When I was in KL life was sort of completely turned the other way around. If I want to go to class, I have to walk. Go out for a movie? Walk my arse off to the bus station and take a damm bus and ride all the way to another station before walking again. Lots of sweat or less sweat, depends on mother nature, whether its sunny, cloudy or whatever the f* it is. Fun huh? Without any transport. Next, food. Wanna eat? Sure, walk out and buy your own. There's no free lunch in this world except when you're with your own family. Studying would be the "best" part. You have full autonomy over it. You want to skip class, sure. It's so easy, you just have to get your friend or some idiot to help you sign your name to get that pathethic attendance so that you wont be barred from the exam. Homework? You can just leave it alone and copy your friend's the next day, or just simply leave it alone. No one's gonna check your shit. Tired? Just sleep in the lecture. It might be noisy but what the heck. That's it! Simple and nice. Isn't that what everyone wanted when they are in Secondary High? No parents, no homework, no books, no teachers, just you and your laptop, be it online game or internet porn or whatever stuff you want to do. Wake up for class? Pray hard that your alarm is working, else you either end up going to class late, being nagged by your tutor with a percentage of ceased from entering the room or just let ur lazy arse continue sleeping. Overspent and your "load" is running low or empty? Try eating shit! If you have no control over your money, especially in a place full of temptation like KL, nothing can help you much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the point is, after I came to KL life is much much more different. If I were the same person I am when I was in Ipoh, I will be eating shit right now. I might starve myself to death. I might flung every single exam I have. Getting zero(telur) for my assignments. Or miss most of my classes enough to get barred from taking the exam from the Uni. Go clubbing every day and waste away my ptptn loan. Shop for branded stuff and act rich, indulging into the lifestyle of KL people-reckless spending. Hahaha luckily there were lots of people here to help, guide and teach me. I would like to take this time to thanks my dear sister, Jennifer and her dear boyfriend, Chris. They taught me alot like how to go from this place to that place(locations), how to enjoy delicious food in KL+shopping, how to manage my studies and how to become a better person. Well especially with Chris helping me when I submit my application form to UTAR and helping me find my accomodation. Not to forget, my dear cousins Shirene, Oi Yoke, Bernard, Chandler and most recently Steven =D(proud of you in helping the children's holiday club and being the main actor forgeting the falling down part, kiki). My family too of course, the most important person of all, my Dad, and Mom too, Granny and other uncles and aunties. Not to forget peers, my old friends particularly MingMing, LoonLoon, Chupak, KunKun, Borok, Yamchung Steven, BigMouth Bin, Telur Yasin, Tungku Kg. Simee(no police), Yan tz2, Hong. SMI fren Chemor fatboy Ah Jin, Chemor thinboy Meng Chun pai jai, Chow Cheebye Kin, JooJoo, WK, Kam Huo, Cancan, Hamyu, Winnie de pooh, Lydia, YenYee . New friends BabyHung, Ahfuh, Mr.Lim, Lai Liuha, Eric, Jibai Kok, Darren Weeeeeeeeee, housewife Joleen Tsai local, Mon Jia, Andrew, CSS, Ling(dark), Ling(tall), Ling(Dota), sohigh Wawa, Fayfay, bikini, platinum, Wei Liang, Chun Jue, good fren Yeong, brother Kenji, Chong, badminton court boss, richman Mr.Lee, Edmond, pak fan jai Ehom, chin yee muackss, new classmate .......... and the list goes on and on and on ........ (those not in the list whom i know, pls come and kick my arse XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a conclusion, at a point of time in life our thinking and perception of things will change due to internal reasons like maturity, wisdom and intelligence, and external reasons like peer influence, personal experience and education. My Ipoh life and KL life may differ but I am still the same person, maybe better maybe worse. Time will tell. One good thing I can tell you know is that I have learned to appreciate my family better, especially my Dad. I'm beginning to understand his care and sacrifice and the reasons for his deeds. Dad I love U!!!!! And I will try hard not to disappoint you. (Ps: I might sound angry/grumpy sometimes when you call, but deep inside my heart, its a convex curve on my mouth)&lt;br /&gt;As said by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. - "Intelligence plus character, that is the true goal of education".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-4332745300856564865?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/4332745300856564865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=4332745300856564865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4332745300856564865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/4332745300856564865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/06/kay-el-life.html' title='Kay El Life'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-8567103344370522005</id><published>2008-06-03T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:11:26.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning... or The end?</title><content type='html'>If anyone ever noticed, that this post and my previous post has quite a large time gap, this blog will kind of explain what is going on. I'm not really a bloggy person (lol?) but at many times, I like to share with people, either my family or close friends, what I'm experiencing and going through, good or bad times. Maybe I'm addicted to telling other people my stories or I just inherited this strange trait from my parents which makes me want to share my own experience, or at least tell someone. Laugh if you may (haha)  but that's what going on with me. Through life experiences, I found that communication through mediums like SMS or MSN or your mom (oops! =X), makes you much bolder and brave to express whatever the hell you wanted to, especially in a difficult situation or in an awkward situation. For example, when you wan to tell the ugliest girl in the world "I love you" or when you want to scold someone who annoys you alot "Go to hell, Loser" or any of the same sort. Well definitely the internet is a powerful source of communication, and it allows me to tell the whole wide world what I want to tell (if everyone in the whole wide world is dumb enough to ever view my blog =\ ) or just to close people or friends. So I tried blogging because many people do that (my sis, and now my cousin bro =.=). It seems like the minute I started blogging I wanted to stop because its complicated and I'm an idiot in internet scripts (cant fix the layouts), but however giving it a second thought made me realise that now I can express my experiences and feelings even easier and it is more approachable by others. The best part is, I can also bullshit and talk bad about other people and walk around the next day without even getting a small scratch on my hair. Fun huh? Nope, I'm a Christian so I cant curse around, but however thanks to my dear cousin brother Simon, now I have finally decided to blog. Oh Shit! Its Steven, NOT Simon!!! Haha that's bullshit-ing, a little bit of ice-breaking there. Thank you very much Steve, and animals reading this post better be ready for more! The trouble has just begun.. UNCENSORED! ngek ngek =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-8567103344370522005?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/8567103344370522005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=8567103344370522005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8567103344370522005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8567103344370522005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/06/beginning-or-end.html' title='The beginning... or The end?'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662861944509768290.post-8645589597960597836</id><published>2008-04-15T06:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T07:25:48.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is that smell...</title><content type='html'>Aaahh, i recognize that smell. When you buy a new book you can smell it. When you buy a new bag you can smell it. When you a new car, well you can smell it too. When you defecate in the toilet, lol you can smell it too (=X). Guess what that smell is? Donut? Nope. Sh*t? Nope. (However, yes if you're reading this in the toilet)&lt;br /&gt;Tada! Its the "brand new" smell. Woot? Its my blog :) hehe.. and its a fresh from my very own laptop into a "something have gone wrong somewhere" internet blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3662861944509768290-8645589597960597836?l=bensasoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/feeds/8645589597960597836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3662861944509768290&amp;postID=8645589597960597836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8645589597960597836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3662861944509768290/posts/default/8645589597960597836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bensasoun.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-is-that-smell.html' title='What is that smell...'/><author><name>benjamin chang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986419354775665010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NH7huECXg_0/SdZXkcH2XdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdDnN-BTFNo/S220/P3150081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
