<?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-11964162</id><updated>2011-12-21T22:22:12.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>benschronicles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>719</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-104178227008135027</id><published>2011-12-21T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:22:12.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right now, im blogging from my blackberry, standing at the penthouse just beside my bunk . &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its been almst 4 months since ive entered hta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time is 2218 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day 21 dec 2011. 1 day before my block leave starts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling weary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling forsaken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling like going home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling forgottened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling needy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling a 100 other feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somethings will just stick with us for the rest of our lives. and the more we try to run away from it, the more it haunt us .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-104178227008135027?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/104178227008135027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/104178227008135027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2011/12/right-now-im-blogging-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-6787017089529235103</id><published>2011-08-01T03:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T03:50:29.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;when getting high meant swinging on the playground? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;when protection meant wearing a helmet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;when the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;race issues were about who ran the fastest? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;war was only a card game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;when wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;the most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&amp;amp; we all couldn’t wait to grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;what about you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;i couldnt&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/11964162-6787017089529235103?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6787017089529235103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6787017089529235103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2011/08/remember-when-getting-high-meant.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-1045072292645811620</id><published>2011-07-26T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T00:25:53.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when you know youve tried..&lt;br /&gt;its good enough..&lt;br /&gt;the charades can end..&lt;br /&gt;the pretense can end..&lt;br /&gt;the pain can end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-1045072292645811620?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1045072292645811620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1045072292645811620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-you-know-youve-tried.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-6843681559104285865</id><published>2011-07-22T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:15:44.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cos your the most screwed up person in the world... and i wish i didnt, but i cant help it... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if it takes me 3 years..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but why would u care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fking move on already ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-6843681559104285865?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6843681559104285865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6843681559104285865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2011/07/cos-your-most-screwed-up-person-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-5961775576116570467</id><published>2011-07-22T01:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T01:51:37.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do i see my past as such a threat?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-5961775576116570467?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5961775576116570467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5961775576116570467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-do-i-see-my-past-as-such-threat.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-6759354710839845002</id><published>2011-07-13T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T00:18:59.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes when u need to let go,&lt;br /&gt;let it go.&lt;br /&gt;just let it go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-6759354710839845002?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6759354710839845002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6759354710839845002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2011/07/sometimes-when-u-need-to-let-go-let-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-6623861113435861751</id><published>2011-07-07T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T01:02:13.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do people keep deflecting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-6623861113435861751?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6623861113435861751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6623861113435861751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-do-people-keep-deflecting.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-3664569152675943760</id><published>2011-06-21T03:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T02:13:39.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes we see ourselves, like where would we be in future? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again sometimes when we see ourselves, like how we were in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then what do we really look for..&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/11964162-3664569152675943760?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3664569152675943760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3664569152675943760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-we-see-ourselves-like-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-8673449111427513697</id><published>2010-09-05T02:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T02:56:32.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i believe in self-encouragement&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-8673449111427513697?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8673449111427513697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8673449111427513697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-believe-in-self-encouragement.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-779155483067216540</id><published>2010-04-14T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:08:54.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's about priorities...we always find time to talk or pa-tho with our love, no matter how busy we are....if we put exercise on that equal status, we will find time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about discipline... it comes with training, focus on our aims, plan to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about love...we need to keep fit to remain healthy, so that we are around for our family members and friends; to be role models for the younger generation, they see how we balance our lifestyle, they will follow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-779155483067216540?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/779155483067216540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/779155483067216540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-about-priorities.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-1944838231459458563</id><published>2010-03-10T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:23:50.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As always.. i wished i played rugby back then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-1944838231459458563?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1944838231459458563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1944838231459458563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-6353841686057707097</id><published>2010-03-04T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:56:16.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to who everyone who still reads my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost a match to a Gurkha.. AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling quite restless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept telling myself... dont give up.. go for everyball.. but today everyball seems to be so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-6353841686057707097?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6353841686057707097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6353841686057707097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-who-everyone-who-still-reads-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-650447970675587657</id><published>2010-01-27T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T02:00:00.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i really dont know what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe rome was really hard to build&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-650447970675587657?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/650447970675587657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/650447970675587657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-i-really-dont-know-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-3896769893851033116</id><published>2009-11-17T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:30:29.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; gone from this world,&lt;br /&gt;Would you think of me a little&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then..&lt;br /&gt;And i would certainly wonder&lt;br /&gt;wonder about my legacy&lt;br /&gt;the legacy ive left behind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-3896769893851033116?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3896769893851033116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3896769893851033116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-im-gone-from-this-world-would-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-1925351977337312020</id><published>2009-11-01T02:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T02:18:39.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>loves driving alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-1925351977337312020?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1925351977337312020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1925351977337312020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/11/loves-driving-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-8127949611355723618</id><published>2009-10-28T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:34:31.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oxEtwtib7MM&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/oxEtwtib7MM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;spent 2 hours looking for this song...&lt;br /&gt;good thing i found it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-8127949611355723618?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8127949611355723618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8127949611355723618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/spent-2-hours-looking-for-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-8857710109891919547</id><published>2009-10-24T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:47:51.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh everything feels like its caving in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i get this deja vu feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sleepless night ahead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-8857710109891919547?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8857710109891919547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8857710109891919547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh-everything-feels-like-its-caving.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-36078810069022586</id><published>2009-10-24T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:52:31.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got into a car accident today.&lt;br /&gt;Knocked into someone boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jammed the brakes out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like crap... feels incredibly like crappy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-36078810069022586?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/36078810069022586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/36078810069022586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-into-car-accident-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-8410978456817371101</id><published>2009-10-21T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:22:50.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel sorry and sad for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u actually still read my blog, good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you probably wont know im refering to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i dont really give a dam telling you abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even if i did, you probably dont really give a dam either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diff paths we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel sorry and sad for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all becos once upon a time, you were a friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-8410978456817371101?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8410978456817371101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8410978456817371101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-sorry-and-sad-for-you-if-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-2280221916095549994</id><published>2009-10-19T02:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T02:42:51.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yet another person asking me to join mlm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it horrible.. Not tt its a scam.. Not all is a Scam, but ultimately, the person who is really making money is the company..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i hate most is that they target ppl my age.. and many unwittingly get lured into this by the earning compacity.. Cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few get rich... a few give up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-2280221916095549994?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/2280221916095549994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/2280221916095549994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/yet-another-person-asking-me-to-join.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-3858980051804842983</id><published>2009-10-07T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:20:44.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t90jmRIvz2c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/t90jmRIvz2c&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/11964162-3858980051804842983?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3858980051804842983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3858980051804842983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-3911229714277307325</id><published>2009-10-05T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:59:05.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I despise my old self&lt;br /&gt;I despise my petty emotions&lt;br /&gt;I despise weak people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, i've forged my heart into steel&lt;br /&gt;Now, i've voided myself from emotions&lt;br /&gt;And now, Now im strong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-3911229714277307325?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3911229714277307325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3911229714277307325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-despise-my-old-self-i-despise-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-3476576765672949867</id><published>2009-10-02T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T01:32:27.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blog blog... we've been thru so many things tgt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 2005.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually dont exactly keep a diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just realized(like now) this blog is actually a diary.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every rant.. every joy every tears every frustration thru my teenage life to a young adult had actually ben written down in this very blog.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post marks my 748th post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-3476576765672949867?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3476576765672949867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3476576765672949867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-6719005502256829199</id><published>2009-09-25T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:27:03.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh.. im tired and im drain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rely on youtube to cheer me up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-6719005502256829199?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6719005502256829199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6719005502256829199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-3459596343468587029</id><published>2009-09-24T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:58:06.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh... my squash team is so screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit management.. worst management ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dont understand why uncompetent ppl take up heavy responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;And all they do is def themself when something goes wrong and give excuses instead of trying to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. what can i do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-3459596343468587029?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3459596343468587029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3459596343468587029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-7426705596659592050</id><published>2009-09-18T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T02:34:36.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6Ta_Ii5b2U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/c6Ta_Ii5b2U&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/11964162-7426705596659592050?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7426705596659592050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7426705596659592050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-1983996176462637578</id><published>2009-09-06T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T02:12:57.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Myth #10: Pluck one gray hair and two grow back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: If this were true, it could be the cure for baldness. The fact is, you are only allotted so many hair follicles and so many strands of hair. Pulling your hair out doesn't add follicles, and it won't give you more hair than you started with. But constant pulling could damage the follicles permanently and leave you with less, not more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-1983996176462637578?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1983996176462637578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1983996176462637578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/myth-10-pluck-one-gray-hair-and-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-521072401109258804</id><published>2009-08-19T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:52:39.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SorcMH9zV2I/AAAAAAAAALo/xaHRWTGnA_4/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371347606447544162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SorcMH9zV2I/AAAAAAAAALo/xaHRWTGnA_4/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;colnago road bike at the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott hybrid P1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 beauties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-521072401109258804?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/521072401109258804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/521072401109258804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/colnago-road-bike-at-back-scott-hybrid.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SorcMH9zV2I/AAAAAAAAALo/xaHRWTGnA_4/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-7676184767410925524</id><published>2009-08-08T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:11:05.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trying to do you a favour&lt;br /&gt;end up with me eating ur shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People trying to piss me off this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entire team is so screwed up...&lt;br /&gt;No bond no nothing..&lt;br /&gt;Barely anyone comes for training..&lt;br /&gt;And they expect to win..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh i just wish the team would just train tgt again..&lt;br /&gt;Making a little effort to come for training would be a good start..&lt;br /&gt;Sigh Ngee ann squash is dying.. maybe for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-7676184767410925524?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7676184767410925524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7676184767410925524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/trying-to-do-you-favour-end-up-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-194995617034393100</id><published>2009-08-04T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:30:42.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like squashing..&lt;br /&gt;i feel like squashing alone..&lt;br /&gt;4 walls 1 ball 1 racket 1 me..&lt;br /&gt;Probably give me the greatest joy in the entire world&lt;br /&gt;Probably the only anesthetic that remove my pain&lt;br /&gt;Probably the only that takes me away from reality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-194995617034393100?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/194995617034393100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/194995617034393100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-like-squashing.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-6280397582428192055</id><published>2009-08-04T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:12:03.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its really hard to find a true friend now adays..&lt;br /&gt;Whats the world coming to..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just me...&lt;br /&gt;Just my luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh save me ur pity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in a pit whole of shit..&lt;br /&gt;Im crumbling.. crumbling into a million pieces..&lt;br /&gt;save me lord..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-6280397582428192055?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6280397582428192055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6280397582428192055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-really-hard-to-find-true-friend-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-943782412514880891</id><published>2009-07-30T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:09:43.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bEDoDmxCZTk&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/bEDoDmxCZTk&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its been quite awhile since i touched my guitar..&lt;br /&gt;Although i move on to another instrument, I still find guitar the best man.. this guy sound great even without a good effects pedal.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lead guitar in my opinion is still one of the greatest music one can play... not very hard.. not that easy... still the practice can kill.. and improvising kills. haha just love lead guitar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm maybe next time i'll give lessons? =) common ben start practicing first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-943782412514880891?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/943782412514880891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/943782412514880891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-quite-awhile-since-i-touched.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-5213968554003841711</id><published>2009-07-30T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:03:31.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When i first heard MJ was having a come back performance, i tot WOW i bet it would be a dam good performance.. some block buster stuff.. but then.... sigh..&lt;br /&gt;what a waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-5213968554003841711?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5213968554003841711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5213968554003841711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-first-heard-mj-was-having-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-2718318632585663262</id><published>2009-07-30T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:56:03.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bEDoDmxCZTk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/bEDoDmxCZTk&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/11964162-2718318632585663262?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/2718318632585663262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/2718318632585663262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-1319667280883368283</id><published>2009-07-12T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:08:19.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Positiveness is the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;Who said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it wrong to be negative?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it right to be positive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being positive just makes u feel better.. strive for the best.&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with negative? whats wrong with being poor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-1319667280883368283?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1319667280883368283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1319667280883368283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/positiveness-is-right-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-7549752561747023064</id><published>2009-06-30T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:49:42.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iraoHE6JlY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/9iraoHE6JlY&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/11964162-7549752561747023064?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7549752561747023064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7549752561747023064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-3624267137034163029</id><published>2009-06-21T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:35:30.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something worth watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wi2g9UmB1kU&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/Wi2g9UmB1kU&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/11964162-3624267137034163029?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3624267137034163029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3624267137034163029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-worth-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-6529273291382086109</id><published>2009-05-28T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:23:35.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Europe standard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EZ7U6WcsCRY&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/EZ7U6WcsCRY&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;VS ASIAN standard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NZu2-1N7xvs&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/NZu2-1N7xvs&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;Totally 2 different professionalism standard..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-6529273291382086109?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6529273291382086109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6529273291382086109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/europe-standard-vs-asian-standard.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-5975200003700848515</id><published>2009-05-27T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:03:03.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helloooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just recovered from food poisoning!!! yay me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-5975200003700848515?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5975200003700848515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5975200003700848515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/helloooo-i-just-recovered-from-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-7845639981942471263</id><published>2009-05-24T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:50:23.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must study and study and make it into NUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-7845639981942471263?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7845639981942471263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7845639981942471263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-must-study-and-study-and-make-it-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-7117328597405279187</id><published>2009-05-20T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:55:27.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God oh God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel like you have forsaken me?&lt;br /&gt;Why does everything go the way i dont want it to?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel like im just living day to day without any accomplishment?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel like i have no reason to be in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not so great the way i think i am.&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel like im living in a world of lies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no objectives&lt;br /&gt;I have no goals&lt;br /&gt;I have no aims&lt;br /&gt;I have no ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-7117328597405279187?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7117328597405279187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7117328597405279187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-1004205959576535937</id><published>2009-05-14T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:14:22.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>craziness...&lt;br /&gt;everyone is just crazy...&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been golfing lately.. cool stuff.. but hard to master man. I feel like going down to the range and hit some balls right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-1004205959576535937?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1004205959576535937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1004205959576535937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/craziness.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-7060459909713116058</id><published>2009-04-20T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:20:19.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>memories~ haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we all need our very own hiding places to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings never changes no matter how long it has been..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasnt meant for us to even be friends.. maybe a stranger would be great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought ive moved on.. u certainly did&lt;br /&gt;but all ive done is just shelved everything&lt;br /&gt;from being vocal to pure silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me are moving on&lt;br /&gt;all i see is smiling faces&lt;br /&gt;and when u see smiling faces it simply means&lt;br /&gt;something is wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we feed too much&lt;br /&gt;and we forget that we ourselves need to be fed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-7060459909713116058?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7060459909713116058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7060459909713116058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/memories-haha-sometimes-we-all-need-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-1660136324217484795</id><published>2009-04-13T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:37:14.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MwyLkckPpYw&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/MwyLkckPpYw&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&gt;Fantastic song =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ive got the sax version..&lt;br /&gt;going to try to learn it 1 day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hz_HhcUufPo&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/Hz_HhcUufPo&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&gt;A duet between olivia newton john and donny osmond&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-1660136324217484795?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1660136324217484795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1660136324217484795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/fantastic-song-ive-got-sax-version.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-1310683239180696383</id><published>2009-04-04T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:20:43.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y dont you just get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-1310683239180696383?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1310683239180696383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1310683239180696383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/y-dont-you-just-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-2458711095904913788</id><published>2009-03-30T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:23:33.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really need to lose the extra weight.. i wish i could drop 5 sizes in an blink of an eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-2458711095904913788?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/2458711095904913788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/2458711095904913788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-really-need-to-lose-extra-weight.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-4381285089406935608</id><published>2009-03-26T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:44:41.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i dont know why i do things..&lt;br /&gt;and then live to regret..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-4381285089406935608?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/4381285089406935608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/4381285089406935608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-i-dont-know-why-i-do-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-49020975695581775</id><published>2009-03-20T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:43:01.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Benjamin thinks he is a MCP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-49020975695581775?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/49020975695581775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/49020975695581775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/benjamin-thinks-he-is-mcp.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-7228840780872032351</id><published>2009-03-18T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:10:54.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/ScCNb9vS7-I/AAAAAAAAALg/pWtyaKwIgIY/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314403071866105826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/ScCNb9vS7-I/AAAAAAAAALg/pWtyaKwIgIY/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which one is me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-7228840780872032351?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7228840780872032351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7228840780872032351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-which-one-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/ScCNb9vS7-I/AAAAAAAAALg/pWtyaKwIgIY/s72-c/IMG_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-6359637546931144475</id><published>2009-03-18T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:17:31.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The lord has given&lt;br /&gt;But he has also taken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-6359637546931144475?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6359637546931144475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6359637546931144475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/lord-has-given-but-he-has-also-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-6269806781324930159</id><published>2009-03-17T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:50:39.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes life tells you that you are a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.. i find my mom really really naggy.. for saying things which i alr know..&lt;br /&gt;But later on in life i came to realise what her true intention was.. she was actually warning me.. Giving me her many years of advice.. And everything falls in place.. just like how she said it.. like how she"predicted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of benjamin is Favourite son.&lt;br /&gt;And it really touches me.. Thinking abt how my father treats me.. always giving in to me.. always forgiving me always there for me always spoiling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has his own way of bringing you back to him.. He is smart.. really a genious i would say haha. But if ur naughty he makes life tough for u sometimes.. like how he does it for me.. he makes me swim.. swim in the muddy water trying to get out.. but he is always there arms rdy to grab me.. reaching out for me.. calling out my name.. benjamin benjamin benjamin.. But i choose not to listen.. i choose to swim with my own strength and instead of reaching out to his hand to pull me out i turn around and try to squirm myself out of the mud myself.. and make life difficult for myself.. But God... Jesus will always try to make me turn around.. make me grab his hand even tho i might have squirm right to the deepest part of the mud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.. Thank you for never giving up in me.. for being there with arms reached out to grab me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i wish i can call ppl who i used to call.. and rant.. and just vomit all my nonsense.. But oh well.. i feel bad disturbing them now.. But last time even tho its 5am ill still call and they get so surprised with they pick up the phone to hear a sobbing ben(but i guess they got used to it).. dont roll your eyes=p.. But now, sighh one got married, one got too busy and another got.. i dont know.. lost perhaps.. haha  but now.. i know i dont need to disturb them! cos i got jesus and he listens much better than them all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-6269806781324930159?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6269806781324930159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6269806781324930159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-life-tells-you-that-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-3880401240848378393</id><published>2009-03-16T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:13:49.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need time off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode into town the other day, just me and my Daddy. He said I’d finally reached that age, and I could ride next to him on a horse that of course was not quite as wideWe heard a crowd of people shouting and so we stopped to find out why There was that man that my dad said he loved, but today there was fear in his eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-3880401240848378393?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3880401240848378393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3880401240848378393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-time-off-we-rode-into-town-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-2696748705025841773</id><published>2009-03-15T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:22:11.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My holiday goal is to finish reading God's 12 generals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm, Charisma will all dry away one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-2696748705025841773?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/2696748705025841773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/2696748705025841773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-holiday-goal-is-to-finish-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-2236386525654650912</id><published>2009-03-14T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:09:13.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided to go through the gruelling process of adding 190 ppl on facebook(half of them which i dont know who they are) and to click ignore on 130 events..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going going them 1 by 1, when i see people i know i click accept! When i see people i dont know i click ignore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dull.. So monotonous.. PLAIN BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until i came across this person.. Which hmmm changed my whole entire mood!&lt;br /&gt;This person face, a face im so familar with my smiling warming all so sweetly and warmly at me..&lt;br /&gt;And i started wondering hmm is this who i think it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHO??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313059750597761362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SbvHsYDOGVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-GybKQdhO7A/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its my church pastor!! He added me on facebook! O.O!! How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;Yes so i shifted my eyes to where the name was stated&lt;br /&gt;and it states "Kenny Chee"&lt;br /&gt;and i was like boy oh boy...&lt;br /&gt;BOY OH BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made my day!!=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok now im gotta get back to accepting and ignoring people... i stopped at 177&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-2236386525654650912?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/2236386525654650912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/2236386525654650912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-decided-to-go-through-gruelling.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SbvHsYDOGVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-GybKQdhO7A/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-5667021588097558417</id><published>2009-03-14T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:07:37.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes life plays sick jokes on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes 1 mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Just 1 mistake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you find yourself unable to get out of this mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a hole infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;I walk into that hole.&lt;br /&gt;And tmr i see that same hole infront of me again&lt;br /&gt;and still i walk into that hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will i have the strength and courage to walk around that hole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will the hole be one day too deep for me to climb out?&lt;br /&gt;Then will i realise that God is my one and only saviour..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-5667021588097558417?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5667021588097558417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5667021588097558417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-life-plays-sick-jokes-on-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-5915779226152969871</id><published>2009-03-11T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:19:42.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/33UGWsYmViI&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/33UGWsYmViI&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&gt;Wow=.=&lt;br /&gt;impressive?&lt;br /&gt;i like the tune and the dance steps are totally awesome.. lol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-5915779226152969871?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5915779226152969871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5915779226152969871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-3841000970257982482</id><published>2009-03-09T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:08:42.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sickening&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-3841000970257982482?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3841000970257982482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3841000970257982482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/sickening.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-8496052431854401450</id><published>2009-03-08T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T03:44:02.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading an old friends blog and i realised how much damage it can do to a person if he goes out with the wrong company. And reading other links from his blog, makes me realised how self absorbed people can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clear-cut just hit me like a wind and&lt;br /&gt;it voice down to&lt;br /&gt;having christ inside you&lt;br /&gt;and not having christ inside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i realised how i used to blog like those people and it makes me feel (let me use this word)"ashamed''.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lot more fortunate and blessed than many other people. To be brought up a christian and feel the warmth of a family is really a blessing indeed. Its the best Gift anyone can give or recieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets say u have an option!&lt;br /&gt;What would u choose?&lt;br /&gt;A posh LV bag&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;eternal life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most non christian wont know what eternal life stands for. See the difference?&lt;br /&gt;Being much older, matured and seeing the world a little more, its a high time i take upon more responsiblity and commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A christian has God living in him. He portrays God's unconditional love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-8496052431854401450?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8496052431854401450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8496052431854401450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-reading-old-friends-blog-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-1086095335900602396</id><published>2009-03-04T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:31:09.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a holiday&lt;br /&gt;its a holiday&lt;br /&gt;its a holi holi day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-1086095335900602396?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1086095335900602396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1086095335900602396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-holiday-its-holiday-its-holi-holi.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-9083843743588170611</id><published>2009-02-28T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:28:03.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have found a reason to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its not to earn extra pocket money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-9083843743588170611?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/9083843743588170611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/9083843743588170611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-found-reason-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-360792257158463995</id><published>2009-02-26T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:11:50.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Benjamin has econs paper tmr at 9.00am&lt;br /&gt;its 1.07 am now and he is tired&lt;br /&gt;but he cant sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is thinking how badly he is going to do for this econs paper&lt;br /&gt;and he wishes to sleep to forget abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He feels like studying somemore, just a little bit more!&lt;br /&gt;But he is sick of econs and wants to tear his book apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants leaptime to friday 4.00 where his later paper ends.&lt;br /&gt;He wishes that he is at lunch now with fun people and crack stupid jokes at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin decided to stop blogging and try his best to shut down his com and stare into space&lt;br /&gt;for 10 mins b4 going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-360792257158463995?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/360792257158463995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/360792257158463995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/benjamin-has-econs-paper-tmr-at-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-8712065798558377976</id><published>2009-02-24T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:37:43.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somethings happen to teach u a lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a lesson that you'll never forget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-8712065798558377976?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8712065798558377976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8712065798558377976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/somethings-happen-to-teach-u-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-243722764845154326</id><published>2009-02-23T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:14:15.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Newton's first law, "all students remain @ rest unless an external force (exams/datelines) acts on them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really fun looking at old blog entries... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-243722764845154326?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/243722764845154326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/243722764845154326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/newtons-first-law-all-students-remain.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-2503277843989503721</id><published>2009-02-15T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:34:19.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VALENTINES DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day to spend money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where hundreds of people unwittingly splurge their hard earned money on jack up prices.&lt;br /&gt;Smart people celebrate it earlier.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still dont believe in this velentine thing. I rather save my money and buy myself a nice gadget.. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mugging season has finally arrived.. A little late for the lazy'ol me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-2503277843989503721?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/2503277843989503721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/2503277843989503721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-just-another-day-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-5642428178435210953</id><published>2009-02-04T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:41:23.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think no one reads my blog anymore&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-5642428178435210953?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5642428178435210953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5642428178435210953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-no-one-reads-my-blog-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-8318098305754399606</id><published>2009-01-20T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T02:43:19.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is always a point of time&lt;br /&gt;when you start wondering&lt;br /&gt;when you start hesitating&lt;br /&gt;when you start giving up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need guidance from you lord.&lt;br /&gt;Help me live my life in honour of you and your unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand with arms high and heart abandoned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-8318098305754399606?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8318098305754399606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8318098305754399606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-is-always-point-of-time-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-7251836841168914469</id><published>2009-01-13T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:37:55.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my eye got hit by a squash ball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-7251836841168914469?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7251836841168914469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7251836841168914469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-eye-got-hit-by-squash-ball.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-3395764827666935644</id><published>2009-01-12T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:18:37.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A essential need for survival,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;move on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sry to say, but u were the past.&lt;br /&gt;U didnt give me a chance,&lt;br /&gt;and now, im gone&lt;br /&gt;for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-3395764827666935644?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3395764827666935644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3395764827666935644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/essential-need-for-survival-move-on-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-6009327349863195325</id><published>2009-01-11T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:12:45.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its okay, i've...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;long forgiven you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-6009327349863195325?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6009327349863195325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6009327349863195325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-okay-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-5185218625903680670</id><published>2009-01-07T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:19:54.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gossips&lt;br /&gt;Gossip kills.&lt;br /&gt;It really can kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth will set u free.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-5185218625903680670?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5185218625903680670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5185218625903680670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/gossips-gossip-kills.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-1956093615541946835</id><published>2009-01-07T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:44:25.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hurt - Broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes a long way.&lt;br /&gt;A very very long way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-1956093615541946835?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1956093615541946835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1956093615541946835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/hurt-broken-it-goes-long-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-5004665588304157197</id><published>2009-01-04T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:00:12.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive been shunning facebook for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overnight, im a facebook mafia wars addict.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-5004665588304157197?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5004665588304157197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5004665588304157197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-shunning-facebook-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-3883574288092984402</id><published>2008-12-23T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:19:22.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woman&lt;br /&gt;what can i say about them?&lt;br /&gt;!@#%%@#$!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-3883574288092984402?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3883574288092984402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3883574288092984402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/woman-what-can-i-say-about-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-8683136079553190367</id><published>2008-12-21T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:09:09.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home sweet, home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-8683136079553190367?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8683136079553190367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8683136079553190367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-sweet-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-4932184138853488813</id><published>2008-12-17T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T02:19:38.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know why&lt;br /&gt;my life is like a tv drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see whats happening&lt;br /&gt;exactly liked what i watch on the tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its cos of something else&lt;br /&gt;that makes me wanna fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of the time i tell you things&lt;br /&gt;when im hurt, when im scarred when im crying inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u were down and crying, i lend u my ear&lt;br /&gt;now where are u? i quietly seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired and if it was last week, ill say tt i want to wake up at 12&lt;br /&gt;ask me now, i say i wouldnt want to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all these was a dream, a long long bad dream&lt;br /&gt;And when i wake up, if i do, i might just change my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH what am i doing dreaming again&lt;br /&gt;Its a feeling that is here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe i was numb&lt;br /&gt;when i was young innocent and ignorant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-4932184138853488813?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/4932184138853488813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/4932184138853488813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-know-why-my-life-is-like-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-7955217712813725217</id><published>2008-12-14T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:27:36.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember how i used to pray to dream dreams..&lt;div&gt;Now I dont wanna dream dreams anymore..(literally)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to have a good night rest..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me sleep in peace please..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-7955217712813725217?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7955217712813725217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7955217712813725217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-remember-how-i-used-to-pray-to-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-1466176670846847916</id><published>2008-12-12T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:22:14.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A chance is hard to come by.&lt;div&gt;A chance is easy to pass by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A second chance rarely comes by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only when u missed a chance, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you then know it was a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-1466176670846847916?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1466176670846847916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1466176670846847916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/chance-is-hard-to-come-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-427890299338834452</id><published>2008-12-11T23:58:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:40:14.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FEEL LIKE BLOGGING.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIRST UP, KL SQUASH TOUR PICS.( pictures are other way up.. for best viewing pleasure, please look from bottom up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7dy-EPUI/AAAAAAAAALI/xyC7IleFScU/s1600-h/P1010227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7dy-EPUI/AAAAAAAAALI/xyC7IleFScU/s320/P1010227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565621339274562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celebrating after the finals(we won 1st for both guys and ladies team)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7VJxhXQI/AAAAAAAAALA/maEsVvhR2zs/s1600-h/P1010220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7VJxhXQI/AAAAAAAAALA/maEsVvhR2zs/s320/P1010220.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565472841850114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me with the man of the match&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7Ulye6vI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8XKuOErV9CU/s1600-h/P1010219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7Ulye6vI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8XKuOErV9CU/s320/P1010219.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565463182207730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me with the man of the match.(look how drenched he is tsk tsk all tt just for a gold?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7TwJtSHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/h1eIf8vnQK4/s1600-h/P1010216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7TwJtSHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/h1eIf8vnQK4/s320/P1010216.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565448784103538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guys team!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7Tqf5a7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ejy1D0B0myY/s1600-h/P1010197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7Tqf5a7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ejy1D0B0myY/s320/P1010197.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565447266560946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me serving i think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7TeFOY9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/xb51gISVnyw/s1600-h/P1010171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7TeFOY9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/xb51gISVnyw/s320/P1010171.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565443933463506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dickson, our loyal fan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7LdgLZVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2aAUMyafk1Q/s1600-h/P1010168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7LdgLZVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2aAUMyafk1Q/s320/P1010168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565306339124562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going back after hitting the ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7LSXqOkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/v15iuM2keGA/s1600-h/P1010167.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7LSXqOkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/v15iuM2keGA/s320/P1010167.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565303350606402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting rdy to hit the ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7LFdz2RI/AAAAAAAAAKI/i3JNjmc4Egs/s1600-h/P1010150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7LFdz2RI/AAAAAAAAAKI/i3JNjmc4Egs/s320/P1010150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565299886741778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candid=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7K9zgweI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xWpJLVq2c-g/s1600-h/P1010147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7K9zgweI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xWpJLVq2c-g/s320/P1010147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565297830281698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7KkpyG7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3aR73JDUWFo/s1600-h/P1010095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7KkpyG7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3aR73JDUWFo/s320/P1010095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565291078589362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guys team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7A4AFKuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VaHe8kDCd4Y/s1600-h/P1010069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7A4AFKuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VaHe8kDCd4Y/s320/P1010069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565124473694946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Retrieving a backhand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7AtTPrYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/prvX80Tpdmo/s1600-h/P1010060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7AtTPrYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/prvX80Tpdmo/s320/P1010060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565121601285506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7AWxr2QI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6Fopw7KBEHU/s1600-h/P1010026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7AWxr2QI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6Fopw7KBEHU/s320/P1010026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565115554945282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;warming up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7AWCkQNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Gk8N_jk6P4Q/s1600-h/P1010015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7AWCkQNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Gk8N_jk6P4Q/s320/P1010015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565115357315282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our captain playing psp duing the coach ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7AO4wo-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/e3YQBgdsAZc/s1600-h/P1010014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7AO4wo-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/e3YQBgdsAZc/s320/P1010014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565113437135842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the coach to SP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up next, kl trip(remember, view it btm upwards!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6zTS4aRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/31zTBlSmn4c/s1600-h/P1010151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6zTS4aRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/31zTBlSmn4c/s320/P1010151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278564891282139410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleeping on the coach home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6zFiz2hI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JKSQNB4vwt0/s1600-h/P1010091.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6zFiz2hI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JKSQNB4vwt0/s320/P1010091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278564887590853138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing indian poker(see my card? they tricked me into changing it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6y5teWOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3eeUpm1XKfU/s1600-h/P1010090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6y5teWOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3eeUpm1XKfU/s320/P1010090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278564884414355682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the twin tower bridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6yu0lWNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Jp147BYuzxU/s1600-h/P1010087.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6yu0lWNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Jp147BYuzxU/s320/P1010087.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278564881491384530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6m1nHw7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/P7ej5L3Jv3o/s1600-h/P1010084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6m1nHw7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/P7ej5L3Jv3o/s320/P1010084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278564677155537842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;US!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6mL-YfpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rBwdkvha27M/s1600-h/P1010083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6mL-YfpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rBwdkvha27M/s320/P1010083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278564665978814098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;US!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6lwcpA7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/xVUu0CAGTxg/s1600-h/P1010081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6lwcpA7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/xVUu0CAGTxg/s320/P1010081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278564658589533106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One fierce gang(gang ldr in the middle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6l7hSl4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/khd4eGADf1U/s1600-h/P1010080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6l7hSl4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/khd4eGADf1U/s320/P1010080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278564661561825154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Middle guy looks scary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6lo1hPmI/AAAAAAAAAII/kr2z35R7BZA/s1600-h/P1010206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6lo1hPmI/AAAAAAAAAII/kr2z35R7BZA/s320/P1010206.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278564656546397794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My shot at long bowl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6Sr5sKvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SGRFRw9MjrY/s1600-h/P1010209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6Sr5sKvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SGRFRw9MjrY/s320/P1010209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278564330951682802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh man i missed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6SrHvcfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vEdnMKBsIZA/s1600-h/P1010108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6SrHvcfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vEdnMKBsIZA/s320/P1010108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278564330742182386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First day against this guy. I won him=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6SeoH5EI/AAAAAAAAAHw/VF6kRZcJzjg/s1600-h/P1010048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6SeoH5EI/AAAAAAAAAHw/VF6kRZcJzjg/s320/P1010048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278564327388341314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andy and Mark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6SO6g2JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DWaRhfP0m88/s1600-h/P1010020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6SO6g2JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DWaRhfP0m88/s320/P1010020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278564323170506898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second day(he is from quantan. state champion)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6R1nLW1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/s125Bp5SqWM/s1600-h/P1010019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE6R1nLW1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/s125Bp5SqWM/s320/P1010019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278564316378520402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lost terribly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a video of me against this quantan guy. Its me winning a point. I think its the only point i won. And Matthew manage to take it down! sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0AegftuVIRo&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/0AegftuVIRo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/11964162-427890299338834452?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/427890299338834452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/427890299338834452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkPAdHejUQ/SUE7dy-EPUI/AAAAAAAAALI/xyC7IleFScU/s72-c/P1010227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-5393366380599051622</id><published>2008-12-11T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:04:53.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The quote of the month is by Jay Leno: 'With hurricanes, tornadoes, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, 'Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-5393366380599051622?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5393366380599051622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5393366380599051622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/quote-of-month-is-by-jay-leno-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-8386947496689306303</id><published>2008-12-10T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:06:50.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had been having problem sleeping. I cant sleep!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe its because of my common test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My squash standard dropped again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-8386947496689306303?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8386947496689306303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8386947496689306303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-had-been-having-problem-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-1632016961959070046</id><published>2008-11-29T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:58:22.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember someone once told me that that person was going to teach me how to express my feelings to that person.. right now, i think its funny and cute.. when i was young ignorant and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that feeling.. that sweet sweet sensation.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was once young innocent and ignorant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-1632016961959070046?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1632016961959070046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/1632016961959070046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-remember-someone-once-told-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-3894094088025124183</id><published>2008-11-26T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:00:14.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, its good to take a look at your life.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have no other aim.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i have no aim, i do.. in fact i have loads of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i just feel funny.. funny in a sense that i feel like im drifting here and there, with no real ground. Its a hard feeling to explain - the easiest explanation is that its past 12 which why im cranky. I never felt this way in a long time. I guess its just me thinking abt lots of unhappy things all at a time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on a holiday! I really think i need a holiday. I feel like squashing alone.&lt;br /&gt;I wish things were back to normal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder.. howcome no one knows tt im upset? Why isnt anyone there when im knocking. But i dont just tell anyone things.. One thing abt growing up is that u lose friends.. But u also gain friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if u dont?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating 3 cheese burger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-3894094088025124183?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3894094088025124183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3894094088025124183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes-its-good-to-take-look-at-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-6557084438083338962</id><published>2008-11-24T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:11:34.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of studying to catch up with.&lt;br /&gt;I have training which i cant afford to miss.&lt;br /&gt;I have private training too.&lt;br /&gt;I have sax class.&lt;br /&gt;I have driving classes.&lt;br /&gt;I have Projects piling up my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have poor time management.&lt;br /&gt;And I lack self discipline.&lt;br /&gt;And worst of them all, im unfit and gaining weight.. (No im positive its not muscle mass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things i wanna do. So little time... only so little time.&lt;br /&gt;But i have a msia trip to make right after my CT and a immersion programme to Wu Han next march for 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, studying is the last thing in my head. Im sick of going to school everyday, sitting in boring econs lessons - learning abt how a centrifugal pump work - and how to divide a business into fixed;current asset, expenses, revenue(which reminds me of econs) and what colour would be right for a particular type of house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, i just loooong to wake up past 12.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, tt sums up my current life.. well ok, maybe squeezing in some time to play computer games. I have econs lecture first thing at 9 tmr.. How wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! im off.. i really need a good night rest.&lt;br /&gt;I should take a trip to batam or somewhere... i sleep best in a hotel.. no idea why.. cant seem to sleep well back at home.. I slept SO well in HK and KL.. those 10 days was when i had my sweetest moment of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Good bye peeps.. Hope u sleep well=) its a pleasure.. some ppl would say"wait till ur in army" but oh heck army for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-6557084438083338962?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6557084438083338962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6557084438083338962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-8890943938238908436</id><published>2008-11-03T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:41:41.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of competition&lt;br /&gt;and im off with a rocky start&lt;br /&gt;But good news, I WON! phew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But frankly, i did quite badly. Played way below my standard. NYP was the weakest, and i was struggling.. Not a good sign... Was showing how tired i was in the court.. not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our biggest treat is SP.. but first, we got to get Tp out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does SP Train so hard? Cos they want to beat us.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we train so hard? Cos we want to keep the Champion title above our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But This wed! First thing first, win Tp. Not going to be easy, im having doubts on my fitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still thanks God=) for helping me out there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-8890943938238908436?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8890943938238908436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8890943938238908436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-day-of-competition-and-im-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-7078338020097484978</id><published>2008-10-31T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:44:35.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Competition on monday!! Only 3 days from now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am EXTREMELY excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favourite-tes senior is playing for SP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cant believe the fact that we are against each other.. When we were once playing in the same team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we come in first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altho i dare say we got a dominating team this year, ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are u being mentally dense?!?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha tot that was rather good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings never change..&lt;br /&gt;No.. its you.. you'll just never change..&lt;br /&gt;But im far from having a say.&lt;br /&gt;Far from being in ur life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-7078338020097484978?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7078338020097484978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7078338020097484978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/competition-on-monday-only-3-days-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-2600510637113356142</id><published>2008-10-29T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:48:40.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today im reminded of something.&lt;br /&gt;And it pierced straight into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And it made me start to quiver.&lt;br /&gt;Quiver with fear, quiver with guilt&lt;br /&gt;And i know that there are things tt im doing&lt;br /&gt;Which are wrong, which is against God's commandment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im going to try my best to stop doing things my way,&lt;br /&gt;But God's way..&lt;br /&gt;Believing in him and trusting in him to lead this life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need prayer.. Prayer to press on, prayer to move on, prayer to persevere.&lt;br /&gt;I need direction in my life=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-2600510637113356142?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/2600510637113356142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/2600510637113356142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-im-reminded-of-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-9207142629714637915</id><published>2008-10-27T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:44:08.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After resting my muscles for 3 days, i feel so much fresher...&lt;br /&gt;i feel better and i feel like im ready to kick SP BUTTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-9207142629714637915?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/9207142629714637915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/9207142629714637915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-resting-my-muscles-for-3-days-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-3584042087067565602</id><published>2008-10-27T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:27:36.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a $100 steak today at lawry's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The portion was huge.. im sure it was close t0 1 kg thick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-3584042087067565602?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3584042087067565602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3584042087067565602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-had-100-steak-today-at-lawrys-portion.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-3729761129713586525</id><published>2008-10-21T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:55:01.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im more stuck than last sat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Acjc match at 11..&lt;br /&gt;2) Music practice at 12&lt;br /&gt;3) Cell grp at 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna go for all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-3729761129713586525?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3729761129713586525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/3729761129713586525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-more-stuck-than-last-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-2967141788296329991</id><published>2008-10-15T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:05:21.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the third day of school.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons has already been going full force and ive already handed up my first tutorial the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Im already feeling the pressure. The want to excel and the inevitable need to excel. Maybe that's a good start to this sem. But also, the pressure of wanting to do better than those arrogant grp, wanting to prove to them who is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topped with a hectic schedule, 8-5 school hours, im always feel tired and on the verge of dozing off during the earlier lectures despite sleeping earlier. Its really taxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just seen a nasty side of a human. Selfishness and hypocrisy. This group of people just snatched a friend of mine cos she's an A's student. Oh please they wouldnt even think of inviting her into their 'gang' if it wasn't for the other half who were separated into another elective. Oh but i have to be realistic. This is the world. So i'll deal with it and make good use of my time. I dread working with this kind of people in future, but reality... Im just letting this whole event spoil my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only 3 more weeks to competition week. Ive got to get to training. And ill be home late again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thing i really need now, its strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-2967141788296329991?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/2967141788296329991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/2967141788296329991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-is-third-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-6384189523932756656</id><published>2008-10-12T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:53:56.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm stuck...&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 important events this saturday morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Grace and clarence church wedding&lt;br /&gt;2) Squash competition with JJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna go for both!&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-6384189523932756656?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6384189523932756656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6384189523932756656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-stuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-6316280379893265927</id><published>2008-09-30T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:32:04.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-MOa-f6l3qo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-MOa-f6l3qo&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;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll play like that one day!&lt;br /&gt;God will help me=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-6316280379893265927?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6316280379893265927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6316280379893265927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-play-like-that-one-day-god-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-5544642404067819591</id><published>2008-09-29T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:10:13.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zJePNFkkvFk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zJePNFkkvFk&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;I was on youtube searching for kenny G solo's and came across this song, "What a wonderful world".. and for all those SuaGus out there=), This song is sang by louis armstrong. And so i happened to scroll down and chance upon this user comment and thought it was rather amusing. But come to think about it, doesnt it seem a little true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By &lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/jca23" rel="nofollow"&gt;jca23&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, kenny g is the reason why this song is so good. If some guy sounding like louis armstrong go audition american idol, simon would﻿ be like "what in the bloody mess was that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-5544642404067819591?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5544642404067819591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/5544642404067819591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-on-youtube-searching-for-kenny-g.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-8424055803196578102</id><published>2008-09-27T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:38:06.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to squash!&lt;br /&gt;i want to train!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-8424055803196578102?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8424055803196578102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/8424055803196578102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-to-squash-i-want-to-train_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-6419985145849873256</id><published>2008-09-27T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:38:06.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to squash!&lt;br /&gt;i want to train!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-6419985145849873256?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6419985145849873256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6419985145849873256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-to-squash-i-want-to-train.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-4630260604087959146</id><published>2008-09-25T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:29:17.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somethings i just cant do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-4630260604087959146?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/4630260604087959146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/4630260604087959146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/somethings-i-just-cant-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-6994448789727444490</id><published>2008-09-19T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:22:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What should i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what should i do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what should i do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the voice of truth tells me a different story,&lt;br /&gt;and the voice of truth says do not be afraid,&lt;br /&gt;and the voice of turth says this is for my glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will choose to listen and believe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-6994448789727444490?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6994448789727444490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6994448789727444490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-troubled.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-6167248140942919992</id><published>2008-09-15T10:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:29:48.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first sem results are really lousy.&lt;br /&gt;Total crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is i studied quite hard.&lt;br /&gt;I studied harder for this than my O lvls man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(This really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i still thank God and edify him with this results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will take me 2 sems to get my GPA on track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-6167248140942919992?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6167248140942919992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/6167248140942919992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-sem-results-are-really-lousy.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-7358289273226666335</id><published>2008-09-14T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:20:02.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will stop watching house as it is unedifying to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-7358289273226666335?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7358289273226666335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7358289273226666335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-will-stop-watching-house-as-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964162.post-7750081105822526360</id><published>2008-09-10T19:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:13:10.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im off to camp!&lt;br /&gt;3d 2n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything goes well!&lt;br /&gt;Let it be a squashing fun camp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964162-7750081105822526360?l=benschronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7750081105822526360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964162/posts/default/7750081105822526360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benschronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-off-to-camp-3d-2n.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16128686273901307457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
