<?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-6295364058914055774</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:32:41.799+08:00</updated><category term='Death.'/><title type='text'>-BenLim- What Makes A Man A man</title><subtitle type='html'>The day I thought I'd never get through, I  got over you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-3454858827478486054</id><published>2010-01-31T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:32:11.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom, I seek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/S2VqKP48uWI/AAAAAAAAA1U/tQtr7miw5Lk/s1600-h/3603874.0346e4ee.560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/S2VqKP48uWI/AAAAAAAAA1U/tQtr7miw5Lk/s320/3603874.0346e4ee.560.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432865249789000034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I'm being very lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-3454858827478486054?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/3454858827478486054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=3454858827478486054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3454858827478486054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3454858827478486054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2010/01/freedom-i-seek.html' title='Freedom, I seek'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/S2VqKP48uWI/AAAAAAAAA1U/tQtr7miw5Lk/s72-c/3603874.0346e4ee.560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-5486180527729752991</id><published>2009-12-15T20:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:16:50.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm, spin the bottle and destiny awaits</title><content type='html'>Oh wow, I just realised that it have been ages since I last visited this blog. Well, I'm breathing again and soon to be dead. I'm confused and puzzled. My life is just filled with complications and I'm not sure how to solve it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I don't know what is happening. I'm feeling as though I've been left out and I'm non existence. It sucks.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Retaining have shown the true colour of people. I'm sure of it. I've honestly seen it. Some 'friends' are just leaving you because you're a loser in their eyes. Just tell me the truth, I want it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

True friends? Think again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-5486180527729752991?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/5486180527729752991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=5486180527729752991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5486180527729752991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5486180527729752991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmm-spin-bottle-and-destiny-awaits.html' title='Hmm, spin the bottle and destiny awaits'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-8668322842381338132</id><published>2009-09-15T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:58:24.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sq52DrcisyI/AAAAAAAAA1M/UsdnsOsLROY/s1600-h/holdinghands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sq52DrcisyI/AAAAAAAAA1M/UsdnsOsLROY/s320/holdinghands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381368410328445730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Just realised how sad my life really is. It’s all about friendship that is really troubling me. I have no idea why am I thinking so much when I have my promos to pull through. That was super anti-climax but   back to the subject, how long do I wish my friendship will last? 5 to 6 years? No! I want it for eternity! But in reality, you can’t get everything you wish. Some friends come and go. Rarely do you find a friend that sticks to you so closely that you actually feel that they are part of your family! While Suria and I were heading home from millennia this evening, we had this long talk about our family and friends. I’m really envious of her having this friend ever since she was primary one. And the best part is that they are still very close! How awesome can that be! How I wish I could be in her shoes, having friends that treasure each other. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
I feel that I have drifted so far away from my secondary school friends. A moment ago, we were hanging out together at the next moment, POOF, we are all on different worlds. You have your own life and I have mine. It’s like we barely meet up anymore! As a matter or fact, I realised that some of my friends are treating me really differently from the day we first met. It’s not recently but it has been going for quite some time.  I’m not sure if it is just me being overly sensitive but I really miss the good old times when we had fun and talked a lot. I would rather you being straight with me and tell me what I did wrong and what I should change rather than you being cold towards me. Being faced by a cold treatment really sucks. You have no idea what you did wrong and when you try to clarify, you get ignored. I really want to change to become a better person but first, I have to know what I have to change! Please help me. I don’t care if you’re going to embarrass me or what, just tell me how I can change! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Friends (generally), we used to text and talk to each other so much! And now, we’re drifted so far apart, so far to the extent that we have become acquaintance. Was it a misunderstanding? Was it something that I did? What did I do to make you behave like that? Sometimes, phone can really deceive a person. I sense biasness, I sense unfairness, but well, what can I do?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
After my promos, instead of drawing a family tree, I think I should draw a friendship tree. From there, I think I will be able to figure out those who will stick with you when you’re experiencing trouble and those who will just disappear right after your studies. I would really want to see who are my true friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-8668322842381338132?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/8668322842381338132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=8668322842381338132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8668322842381338132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8668322842381338132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/09/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sq52DrcisyI/AAAAAAAAA1M/UsdnsOsLROY/s72-c/holdinghands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-6709798778587407396</id><published>2009-09-09T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:24:24.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From there we part</title><content type='html'>I just can't stand how some Singaporeans really are. Where are their conscience?! This was really an eye opener on Singaporeans. Generally, all Singaporeans are bastards and bitches at heart.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

No one was willing to give up their seats to this disabled woman who had difficulty walking and standing! NOT ONE PERSON! Some of them saw but they REFUSES to offer their seats. The best was this woman that sat on the priority seat. She stared at the woman, and continued reading her newspaper. COME ON WOMAN, LOOK AT WHAT SEAT YOU'RE SEATING! I just hope that one day, there will be retribution brought upon you and you shall regret what you did that day. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

_l_ Singaporeans really need to be taught. Maybe the government should imposed fines on those who doesn't give up their seats for those in need since Singaporeans are so anal with money. Fuck all those that saw and didn't give up their seat to that disabled woman. How I wish I could just slap you all in the face and ask you to wake up. How I wish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-6709798778587407396?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/6709798778587407396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=6709798778587407396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/6709798778587407396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/6709798778587407396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-there-we-part.html' title='From there we part'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-9111768142585627083</id><published>2009-09-06T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:24:41.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the way that it should be</title><content type='html'>Just realised that I haven't been blogging as frequent as I used to. I had been and have been rather busy with my studies because I'm trying my very best to promote. I hope all goes well. I don't want to waste 1 year retaining.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Today was a huge surprise for me. I didn't expect a 'chill-out' dinner turned out to  become a belated birthday celebration for me! Let me ask, what is more important? Birthday gifts or love and company? I dare say that the most important and the best thing you can ever get in this world is love and company. You should be blessed by the company you have right now rather than neglecting them and screwing your life up. I have done many mistakes in the pass and it is time for me to correct them. It's time for me to become even more mature. Oh wait, to start with, was I even mature? For my birthday wish, I wished that the conflict have never happened at all. I'm hoping to change everything for the better and clear all the misunderstanding. It's time for me to change my attitude, behavior and emotion! From today onwards, nothing will bring me down! I remember this quote from somewhere, it says "whenever you're angry, you lose 60 seconds of laughter." &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I would like to say my special thanks to all this people that made this possible. And I would like to thank chris who faked me totally into calling a few restaurants to book  this 'chill-out' dinner. Haha Thank you Chris, Denise, Dionne, Genevieve, Geraldine, Jia Jia, Jun Jia, Narmadha, Russell, Suria and WeiSong. Thank you for celebrating my birthday. I will remember it for the rest of my life because the Fish and Co. birthday celebration was just utterly embarrassing! Haha Thank you so much. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

&lt;3 love you guys to the max&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-9111768142585627083?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/9111768142585627083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=9111768142585627083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/9111768142585627083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/9111768142585627083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/09/living-way-that-it-should-be.html' title='Living the way that it should be'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-4113293150432470206</id><published>2009-08-29T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T07:32:53.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humba Haba</title><content type='html'>Life haven't been good lately. Thanks for being straight with me. Things will change, Time will tell. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Physics have been shit. Economics is shittier. I have been failing them continuously, ever since the start of the year. Sucks to the max. Promos is only 26 days away. No time to play. I got to work hard to promote. Understanding is the key to scoring well. Oh gosh, life sucks. I hope i can promote. That's my one and only aim for now.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Can't wait for Monday, guys of 4E3, we meet again. Fun, laughter and joy will be brought upon us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-4113293150432470206?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/4113293150432470206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=4113293150432470206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4113293150432470206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4113293150432470206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/08/humba-haba.html' title='Humba Haba'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-3613403835371660299</id><published>2009-08-12T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:03:58.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friends</title><content type='html'>I have finally managed to open my eyes. I'm finally able to spot those that will really stay with you when you're in trouble and will help you when you fall. I never knew that I had friends who shared the same problems as me. I understand their feelings and they understand mine. It's really beautiful when you share your problems and know that someone is always by your side. I like it. Very much. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-3613403835371660299?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/3613403835371660299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=3613403835371660299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3613403835371660299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3613403835371660299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/08/true-friends.html' title='True Friends'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-7205333800869920084</id><published>2009-08-10T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:22:39.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing history back into life</title><content type='html'>Hehhh, I wasn't able to find my bible so I decided to buy a new one today! Went to boarders and Times but my efforts were in vain. Couldn't find them. =( I was so persistent and I continued finding the bible even after studying and I managed to find it at MPH. =) It's nice but I still prefer my old bible. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Went to Mil to study. It was quite productive but everyone had to leave early. So I stayed on and study till it was about 9. I didn't know Singaporeans were that enthusiastic about national day. Everyone gathered in the middle of Marina Square and started singing the National Day's song! Damn cute! Initially, the whole marina square was bombarded by people. I felt like a loser shopping alone. By the time I stopped, the place were less crowded and I manage to get to the MRT station with ease. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Manage to catch 70 minutes of Manchester United's match. Sadly, they lost. Blunder after blunder after blunder. Such a disappointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-7205333800869920084?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/7205333800869920084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=7205333800869920084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/7205333800869920084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/7205333800869920084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/08/bringing-history-back-into-life.html' title='Bringing history back into life'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-5523262286804791216</id><published>2009-08-01T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:52:17.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Beautiful Lyrics</title><content type='html'>To Be With You-Mr.Big&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Hold on little girl&lt;br/&gt;
Show me what he's done to you&lt;br/&gt;
Stand up little girl&lt;br/&gt;
A broken heart can't be that bad&lt;br/&gt;
When it's through, it's through&lt;br/&gt;
Fate will twist the both of you&lt;br/&gt;
So come on baby come on over&lt;br/&gt;
Let me be the one to show you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;


I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;br/&gt;
Deep inside I hope you feel it too&lt;br/&gt;
Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;br/&gt;
Just to be the next to be with you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;


Build up your confidence&lt;br/&gt;
So you can be on top for once&lt;br/&gt;
wake up who cares about&lt;br/&gt;
Little boys that talk too much&lt;br/&gt;
I've seen it all go down&lt;br/&gt;
Your game of love was all rained out&lt;br/&gt;
So come on baby, come on over&lt;br/&gt;
Let me be the one to hold you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;


I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;br/&gt;
Deep inside I hope you feel it too&lt;br/&gt;
Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;br/&gt;
Just to be the next to be with you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;


Why be alone when we can be together baby&lt;br/&gt;
You can make my life worthwhile&lt;br/&gt;
And I can make you start to smile&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;


When it's through, it's through&lt;br/&gt;
Fate will twist the both of you&lt;br/&gt;
So come on baby come on over&lt;br/&gt;
Let me be the one to show you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;br/&gt;
Deep inside I hope you feel it too&lt;br/&gt;
Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;br/&gt;
Just to be the next to be with you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;br/&gt;
Deep inside I hope you feel it too&lt;br/&gt;
Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;br/&gt;
Just to be the next to be with you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Just to be the next to be with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-5523262286804791216?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/5523262286804791216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=5523262286804791216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5523262286804791216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5523262286804791216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautiful-beautiful-lyrics.html' title='Beautiful Beautiful Lyrics'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-5857055350741838541</id><published>2009-07-30T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:08:10.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I do?</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to do to make everything back to normal. Please tell me. I know I was in the wrong. But what do I do? Should I just disappear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-5857055350741838541?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/5857055350741838541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=5857055350741838541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5857055350741838541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5857055350741838541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-do-i-do.html' title='What do I do?'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-981446227816958894</id><published>2009-07-26T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:28:16.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got over it</title><content type='html'>I was so naïve all this while. The big picture was shown so clearly and I was too blind to realise it. How dumb can I be? After the conversation I had yesterday, I sat down and thought about it. I realised that I had been really dumb. They didn’t want me to be a captain because they were concern about me. My results were bad and if I were to become a captain, my results will just get worst. It was so obvious but I was too blind. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I wrote a message to Chris, Geraldine and WeiSong. Only Chris and Geraldine acknowledge it. But I don’t think WeiSong did. I think he is angry and I understand it. I told him the fact because I don’t want to lie no more. I told him that, in the beginning, I blame him for making me lose the captaincy. I know I misunderstood him. I know he had no ill-intention. But I was stubborn.  I was stupid.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I hope that he don’t hold a grudge against me because it really sucks to have people to hate you. I don’t like it. I hope you understand that. I’m sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-981446227816958894?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/981446227816958894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=981446227816958894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/981446227816958894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/981446227816958894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-over-it.html' title='I got over it'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-2858736684976467383</id><published>2009-07-25T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:47:44.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>Maybe I was wrong. I don't know. If I am, I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-2858736684976467383?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/2858736684976467383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=2858736684976467383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2858736684976467383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2858736684976467383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/07/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-8054494537547705588</id><published>2009-07-24T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:38:27.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An innocent person in disguise</title><content type='html'>Everything bad is starting to come together. It’s as though everything have been planned out nicely on a piece of paper. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Never thought, never knew that you were the one. That night when we trashed it all out, I remembered asking whether you could forget everything that I’ve done wrong and you said you would. I seek for your forgiveness and you ‘forgave’ me. I tried to change, I changed. But what did you see? Nothing. Everything that I do, to you, it’s wrong. I stopped what you told me to stop doing. I did. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

And now, guess what. I realized that you haven’t forgiven me whole-heartedly yet. During the choosing of captaincy, I heard my vote was more. I never thought you would shoot out every single bad point about me just to bring me down. I never did. It is not as though I didn’t change, I DID. FREAKING GOD DAMN IT. I DID!  When I heard what you did, to be honest, I was filled with hatred, anger and I wanted to hammer you. You did that to me despite me having so much respect to you. Unwanted tears actually came out and I bit my lips and tried to hold it back. I did. I told myself to be strong. I was. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I felt that I’ve changed so much and I no longer feel like myself. I knew I had to change for the better. I tried my best. I dare say I am 80% there. But you never acknowledge it. You never did. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Before this captaincy thing, I trained so hard just to hope to become a captain. You may not think that being a captain is a big deal. But to me, it is a HUGE deal. It was actually a motivation for me to work hard be it studies or sports. I wanted it so badly because I want my parents to stop looking down at me and I want to change the way everyone sees me. I didn’t want to tell you about it because I felt scared, I felt… intimidated. I said that being a captain in Montfort didn’t really play a huge impact on me. But being a captain in SAJC meant a huge impact on me because I would like to have the experience to control a much mature team. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

It’s not that I’m against the team now. I’m just really disappointed, Disappointed in myself and disappointed in you. The respect I had for you is actually fading away. I hope you’re happy with what you did. I hope you’re glad for making me this way. Thank you very much, my ‘friend’&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I know that the decision has been made. Nothing will change. I will get over it but it will take me time. For those people who had read this, please acknowledge or do something so that I know you have read and feel my pain.  For any of my tennis mate who has read this, if I’m wrong, please correct me. I would like to clear that misunderstanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-8054494537547705588?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/8054494537547705588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=8054494537547705588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8054494537547705588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8054494537547705588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/07/innocent-person-in-disguise.html' title='An innocent person in disguise'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-8365234863858196410</id><published>2009-07-12T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:49:07.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang --&gt; Head --&gt; Death --&gt; I'll smile</title><content type='html'>I really wonder, what do some parents think their children as? A slave, I suppose? Dad you are back to your old fucking self. I thought you get the idea on why I didn’t like coming home. But it seems that I was wrong. Today, it had been a really hectic and horrible day. I like using the word horrible cause it makes everything sounds damn shitty, but it is a fact. Horrible, is my new word. Horrible, Horrible, Horrible.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
First of all, when my mum woke me up at about 8 for my tuition and I told her that I cancelled the tuition because I needed to do my PW, she got so fucking worked up and study scolding and bragging about it. It was really annoying and I just kept quiet. I thought I made a smart choice by keeping quiet. But it turns out the other way. My mum came into my room every 5 minutes to scold me for cancelling tuition. But that was not all. Whenever pretended to sleep and ignore her, she will just come to my bed and beat me. Seriously, I’m a grown up. I don’t need all your soft pussy hits. She nagged until it was about 10 and I got so frustrated that I stomped out of my bedroom and went to do my things. Come on, what’s done is done. It can’t be undone. Just get over it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
The time that I really enjoyed today was when it was PW. My PW group met up in my house and we did our work. It was rather draining because we did the work from 3 to about 6 plus straight WITHOUT ANY BREAK. When I finally thought I can rest, my stupid dad started scolding me for not doing my work. Oh come on, do I look like a robot to you? I need some rest you know? Even machinery needs something called fuel to continue their work! I’m a human! Human needs something call break! You dumb fuck. I know I have no right in calling you a dumb fuck but seriously, you acting like one! So fuck off, dumb fuck.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
I have been enjoying my life until today. It had been going quite smoothly. Melissa left for Australia yesterday and the tennis team sent her off. I can’t wait for her to be back. It’s really fun hanging out with her. Now, I’m really in love with school. In school, there is no such thing as PARENTS that will control your life. In school, they treat you like young adults. They don’t beat you, they don’t control you. It’s more of living in a life of your own. In school, you don’t have to quarrel with anyone but instead, you can laugh more than you frown. In school, you get to see everyone, people you like, people who are your friends, people who are really concern about you and people who console you when you’re down. But at home, you have to suffer in silence, get wack by your parents, get scolded by your parents and you DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT have the authority to voice your unhappiness and to voice out why you did that. To parents, what’s wrong is wrong. Even if you’re in the right and your parent sees it as wrong, it’s wrong. Everyone has been saying ‘Life is unfair, get over it’. I have been trying. But it doesn’t seem to be working for me. Maybe one day, I will go crazy and be that autistic guy that killed himself by banging his head. I’m not trying to make fun of him. But I can picture myself doing that. If I die, I will make my funeral a happy funeral. I want to make my parents smile for making me crazy. I want to make them smile for torturing me mentally. I want to make them smile for every fucking things that I did correctly but they say that I was wrong.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
If I know that the life of JC was that stressful for me, I wouldn’t have gone to a JC. I would have gone to a poly and have fun for all I care. I don’t need to worry anything about tuition. I just need to set my priorities right and everything will be alright. But on another note, if I didn’t go to a JC, I wouldn’t have met all this fabulous friends of mine, who have been standing by my side and supporting me  even when there is an up and down. I love them, I feel loved. They are like my family, a second family. Maybe better…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-8365234863858196410?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/8365234863858196410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=8365234863858196410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8365234863858196410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8365234863858196410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/07/bang-head-death-all-smiles.html' title='Bang --&gt; Head --&gt; Death --&gt; I&apos;ll smile'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-2820477757435604427</id><published>2009-07-09T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:32:19.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show me the road to heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c1dd0a0258c51515" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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Long long day today. Had lessons up till 5! 5 you know! It's freaking late! I don't know shit about functions and I'm starting to get irritated with all the stuffs that I don't know. Well, in order to balance stupid study life, I had something planned ahead. I went to some board game place at Doby. I can't remember the name of the place. But it was rather innovative to have this kind of shop. A place for educational fun! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I get to hang out with Melissa and the tennis team! Ever since she came back from Australia, my life have been pretty fun! Sadly, she's leaving for Australia this Saturday and we must take this opportunity to spend quality time with her before she leave AGAIN!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

We played this game called Imaginite. It was really enjoyable. I was the last to leave the start point but I manage to finish the game first! Heehee beginners luck. I suppose=)(But actually, it was pure skills). After that Imaginite game we went to play jenga. Life is such a bitch, I swear. There's was this piece that was very easy to take out. But my stupid hands had to screw it all up. The jenga tower fell all thanks to my stupid trembling hand. And because of that, I had to do the fore fit. I was seriously damn sad. The fore fit was very embarrassing but for the everyone's laughter, it was worth it. Bring joy to the team and people around me is just AWESOME! I like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-2820477757435604427?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c1dd0a0258c51515&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/2820477757435604427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=2820477757435604427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2820477757435604427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2820477757435604427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/07/show-me-road-to-heaven.html' title='Show me the road to heaven'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-8170998357615286267</id><published>2009-07-01T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:10:11.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swineeee Fluuuuu</title><content type='html'>Gosh. Another one down. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
6 remainding survivors.(BenjaminLim, BrandonFoo, ChrisCheng, DionneSim, GeraldineLeong,YapWeiSong)&lt;br/&gt;
2 infected(JeromeLow, RussellAng). &lt;br/&gt;
How long will they last? Who will be the last man standing? Who will prevent the spreading? Find out in the days to come.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I swear it's super left 4 dead. Infected and survivors.&lt;br/&gt;
Infected-Affected by Swine Flu&lt;br/&gt;
Survivors-Unaffected by Swine Flu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-8170998357615286267?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/8170998357615286267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=8170998357615286267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8170998357615286267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8170998357615286267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/07/swineeee-fluuuuu.html' title='Swineeee Fluuuuu'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-2157431523980415308</id><published>2009-06-28T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:25:18.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis Swine Flu Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Skbimszi9ZI/AAAAAAAAA0E/sUglHvaow7M/s1600-h/swine-flu-bacon-revenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Skbimszi9ZI/AAAAAAAAA0E/sUglHvaow7M/s320/swine-flu-bacon-revenge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352214361666680210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Oh my, I think we(the whole tennis team) are all going to get infected by the h1n1 virus. I think Chris is suffering from the symptoms of the h1n1 virus and it will soon be me. I'm feeling very lethargic and I'm like having a terrible headache, terrible running nose, terrible muscle ache and a little of cough. I'm super duper tired. Can I be quarantine for a 1 week please? I want to skip my Common Test. Russell, may I stay in your house? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

My tuition just ended. 1 more to go. 40 minutes to it and 2 hours long. Time to pray that I won't fall asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-2157431523980415308?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/2157431523980415308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=2157431523980415308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2157431523980415308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2157431523980415308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/06/tennis-swine-flu-team.html' title='Tennis Swine Flu Team'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Skbimszi9ZI/AAAAAAAAA0E/sUglHvaow7M/s72-c/swine-flu-bacon-revenge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-6375093761967332977</id><published>2009-06-25T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:51:19.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I win! You lose</title><content type='html'>Heehee. I feel so proud of myself now. Hahah I fought your sarcasm dad. I win, you lose.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Dad:WELL COME BACK! Have it been 3 years?&lt;br/&gt;
Me: Huh?&lt;br/&gt;
Dad: How long have i not seen you? 3 years?&lt;br/&gt;
Me: Erm. I thnk it's 4 years. So what are you trying to say? &lt;br/&gt;
Dad: ~Silence~&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

You just got owned. Shut up now. Go sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-6375093761967332977?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/6375093761967332977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=6375093761967332977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/6375093761967332977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/6375093761967332977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-win-you-lose.html' title='I win! You lose'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-3243205809143990713</id><published>2009-06-25T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:12:32.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is permanent</title><content type='html'>Well well. My time-table for friday is in my mind, printed out nice and clearly. I hope everything will go as plan.&lt;br/&gt;
9a.m to 3+ p.m - studying&lt;br/&gt;
4p.m to 6p.m - tennis&lt;br/&gt;
6p.m to 7p.m - Relaxation &lt;br/&gt;
8p.m to 10p.m - Transformers&lt;br/&gt;
11p.m to ???p.m -TIMBRE!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

You have to give me the credit to plan things so nicely. Cheese! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-3243205809143990713?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/3243205809143990713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=3243205809143990713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3243205809143990713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3243205809143990713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-is-permanent.html' title='Nothing is permanent'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-7423141585280073655</id><published>2009-06-22T01:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:41:04.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sj5vCfeDHaI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Trhavt_4zMA/s1600-h/BAxQAJRP8fqbou6fxr0h7W6Jo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sj5vCfeDHaI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Trhavt_4zMA/s320/BAxQAJRP8fqbou6fxr0h7W6Jo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349835495960681890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Sometimes I ponder. Why am I born in to this world? Is it for happiness? Is it for fun? Is it for work? Is it for studies? I really don't know.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

It's really weird how you're trying so hard to be nice to other people but other people treats your just like a jerk. Whenever you tries to find out what have happened, they don't give a shit about you and they don't even bother to tell you anything. Whenever you ask a question, they think that you're trying to be funny but you're actually being serious. Whenever they go out, you have to be that idiot that ask where are they going. Whenever you need someone to talk to, they disperse away from you, leaving you alone to suffer in silence. Why do I have to be that bloody idiot that does this things? Why must I be that idiot that have to suffer in silence? Why must I be that idiot that finds himself lost? Why must I be that idiot than have to be the loser? I fear...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I don't want the other me to devour my current emotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-7423141585280073655?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/7423141585280073655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=7423141585280073655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/7423141585280073655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/7423141585280073655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-life.html' title='What&apos;s life'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sj5vCfeDHaI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Trhavt_4zMA/s72-c/BAxQAJRP8fqbou6fxr0h7W6Jo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-9067504293500852533</id><published>2009-06-19T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:10:52.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't look back in anger</title><content type='html'>I swear that it is very retarded to break into your own house because you forgot to bring your own keys. It took me like ages to get into the house. Hahaa &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Lesson learnt: Not to change bag that often&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-9067504293500852533?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/9067504293500852533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=9067504293500852533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/9067504293500852533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/9067504293500852533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-look-back-in-anger.html' title='Don&apos;t look back in anger'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-3053073457874722861</id><published>2009-06-19T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:38:18.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timbre madness</title><content type='html'>I think I'm getting hook to Timbre. Just this one visit, it makes me wanna go back there more! I love the life band. I love the environment. I love the friendliness of the people. I love the songs played. I love everything about Timbre. I like. Thanks Russell for bringing me to such an eye-opener place. I know I may be slow. But it's nice.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Well, met Louis Chia there. Didn't know that it was his birthday. Even though I'm not really close to him or whatsoever, Happy Birthday Louis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-3053073457874722861?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/3053073457874722861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=3053073457874722861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3053073457874722861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3053073457874722861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/06/timbre-madness.html' title='Timbre madness'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-2583071674515435152</id><published>2009-06-13T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:45:24.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My confession.</title><content type='html'>I swear that my parents are starting to become some control-freak. Do you know that in this place called earth, there is something beautiful called life? I wonder if you ever heard of it before. BUT I did. Where is the trust that YOU place in me? I'M YOUR SON FOR GOODNESS SICK! I'm not some fucker that is being picked up from the streets! Oh come on, can't you give me some time and space to relax? Everyone needs a break don't they?! If the whole life of yours only revolves around studying and no playing, you might as well just commit suicide! Seriously.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Mum, I discussed with you this evening and tried to seek your understanding about gaming. But this word, gaming, is like a taboo to you! When I touch on that topic, I felt that you weren’t being fair and I can see that it was really one-sided. Whenever I tried to explain that gaming isn't always bad, you’re always against it! It's more of enjoyment! When you do things that you're dreaded to do, do you call that enjoyment? NO! But wait, you refuse to listen and you kept bragging about those fucktards China scholars who played games and got hook to it and ended up trying to kill their professor and than they committed suicide. Do you think I will be that retarded to do such things? I guess not. Yes, I do agree that gaming gets you hook. But when you're bored with the game, you will stop eventually! Different people have a different perspective! Not everyone is the same! I’m different, do you get it? So stop being so one sided. I told you, because of you guys being so restrictive, that is the reason and cause for making Don such a gaming addict. If you would have let Don play games in the beginning, I don’t think he will get that hook to the games. Please, could you guys give us some air to breath? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

And dad, this is the first time I’m begging you. COULD YOU PLEASE STOP BEING SO SARCASTIC? Being so sarcastic seriously kills me. Your sarcasm is very direct and it hurts to hear it coming out from your mouth. Sometimes, I feel like crying. But I can’t, because a man should always hold his tears back. But your sarcasm is killing me deep down in my heart. It’s hurting me so badly but you don’t see it and feel it. You just runt on and on without knowing how the other party feels. I remembered that when I was choosing which school to go to after my ‘o’ level, you wanted me to go to SAJC. Well, I did that. I granted your wish. Can you remember what you told me? You said that you won’t be giving me any pressure and you said that if I were to retain, it is going to be okay. I remembered that very clearly. CRYSTAL CLEAR, IN FACT. And guess what are you doing to me now? You’re giving me so much pressure that I feel like killing myself! I want to end my misery! You boycotted us from playing games, but you don’t know how it feels. To me, playing games is like releasing all my stress. Initially, I thought that tennis was for me to releasing my stress. But now, I realise that instead of helping me, it’s going against me. It is adding on to the amount of pressure! When we were in the car coming back from grandma’s house, your fucking sarcasm almost killed me. Well, you can’t blame me for not wanting to start a conversation with you because I know that it will not lead to anything good. I can read you like a bloody book. It went like this.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Dad: Ben, have you watch terminator? &lt;br/&gt;
Me: Ya, why?&lt;br/&gt;
Dad: How about Drag me to hell?&lt;br/&gt;
Me: Ya.&lt;br/&gt;
Dad: Wah. Why are you so free? Did you know that all the other Pre-U people are working so hard and studying so hard? Why are you so slack? You love the thought of retaining right? So which show have you not watch? Pelham123? Want to go watch later?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

After hearing what he said, I didn’t bother talking to him. Dad, do you know that what you said to me really hurt me deep inside? The impact is so great that I almost couldn't take it. But too bad. I’m a strong boy and you can’t bring me down that easily. So sorry to break your heart. The rage in me is building and I don’t know how much longer I am going to tolerate. It may be tomorrow, or the day after, I will just blow up and go retarded. YOU ARE THE ONE TO BLAME, YOU ARE THE ONE THAT CAUSE ME TO BE RETARDED. YOU ARE THE ONE THAT SCREW UP MY LIFE. YOU ARE THE ONE THAT IS DESTROYING ME. YOU ARE THE ONE THAT IS TURNING ME INTO SOMETHING THAT I DO NOT WANT TO BE. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

To be honest, I’m shedding tears now. Not cause I’m sad that you guys scolded me and made me sad. It’s more of tears of hatred and anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-2583071674515435152?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/2583071674515435152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=2583071674515435152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2583071674515435152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2583071674515435152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-confession.html' title='My confession.'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-7822298466378025769</id><published>2009-06-10T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:56:57.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Camp</title><content type='html'>Tennis camp was the bomb! It was very fun! Really have to thank Jerome for organizing such a good camp. Busted my knees during the camp. Really painful. Can't wait for all the photographs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-7822298466378025769?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/7822298466378025769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=7822298466378025769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/7822298466378025769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/7822298466378025769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp.html' title='The Camp'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-1007731507709401213</id><published>2009-06-05T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:53:58.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread the LOVE~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sik8z30vg_I/AAAAAAAAAzs/ssYU0d5xkl4/s1600-h/DP1-706326-706428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sik8z30vg_I/AAAAAAAAAzs/ssYU0d5xkl4/s320/DP1-706326-706428.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343869294707966962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Life have been pretty fine. But sometimes, I don't understand my own parents. Here you are going out to STUDY, and there they are nagging at you for going out so often. I don't see the point. I don't want to study at home cause there is just too much distraction. Taking the cable away does not help because it will only makes me more tempted to use the computer! Mum, Dad, I think you should just keep quiet and let us explain our unhappiness. You shouldn't be so one-sided saying that games are bad and once you start gaming, you will never stop. There's always time to play, time to relax and time to study! It's a whole new era!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Went to the Esplanade to study today. Thanks to my earpiece that I have finally gotten back. All the noise from the outside world was being block out. Managed to complete the revision of the whole physics chapter 6. To be honest, I'm quite impressed with myself. Heheh. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Time table for tomorrow. Wake up, study, dental, tennis, play, sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-1007731507709401213?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/1007731507709401213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=1007731507709401213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1007731507709401213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1007731507709401213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/06/spread-love.html' title='Spread the LOVE~'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sik8z30vg_I/AAAAAAAAAzs/ssYU0d5xkl4/s72-c/DP1-706326-706428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-4022106359469903178</id><published>2009-06-02T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:41:51.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You suck and you know that</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of, KEEPING YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT? FUCKING BITCH. oh wait, I think you're worst than that bitch. YOU SLUT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-4022106359469903178?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/4022106359469903178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=4022106359469903178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4022106359469903178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4022106359469903178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-suck-and-you-know-that.html' title='You suck and you know that'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-4180109360827552354</id><published>2009-05-30T11:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:18:50.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is NO mathematics to love and loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SiClA3caxvI/AAAAAAAAAzg/F_puhSL0yn0/s1600-h/2326971895_94bee51109_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SiClA3caxvI/AAAAAAAAAzg/F_puhSL0yn0/s320/2326971895_94bee51109_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341450592363136754" border="0" /&gt;the flame that refuses to die. Parent's love&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;A sense of duty is useful in work, but offensive in personal relations. People wish to be liked, not be endured with patient resignation.&lt;br/&gt;
 -Bertrand Russell.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I like. Awesome and meaningful quote.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Life will be quite a bore today. I will be at home all the way till 7. And at 7, VICTORY DINNER AT THE CLUB! Woooo! Heheh. I'd love to go to chris' BBQ but it crashes with the timing! =( Nehmind, I thought of a wonderful plan. I will go right after the dinner. Heheh. ~tennis bonding~ =)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

My mum just told me how much she misses her parents and how different parent's love is from sibling's love. Treasure what you have now before you regret in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-4180109360827552354?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/4180109360827552354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=4180109360827552354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4180109360827552354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4180109360827552354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-is-no-mathematics-to-love-and.html' title='There is NO mathematics to love and loss'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SiClA3caxvI/AAAAAAAAAzg/F_puhSL0yn0/s72-c/2326971895_94bee51109_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-8209266699963299156</id><published>2009-05-28T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:55:53.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is coming and it's fading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sh6XVF-plwI/AAAAAAAAAzY/ebD_lCwcCiU/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sh6XVF-plwI/AAAAAAAAAzY/ebD_lCwcCiU/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340872596745983746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Easy come, easy goes. That's what everyone have been saying. Well, it have been a rough 2 weeks for me. It was tough and I managed to conquer it. Those who helped me, I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart. As what Coach Shaun always say, The ball is always round. Anything can happen. Nothing comes easy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I didn't realise that I was so behind my topics. Like, wayyyyyyy behind. This upcoming June holidays will be an intensive study month for me! If I'm unable to go out with you guys, I'm really sorry. I do wish to join you guys to have the usual chit chat session, but I may not make it. I need to study. I don't wish to go for another torturing round of PTM. I do not wish to retain and this means that I have to put in extra effort in whatever I do.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Common Test have started. It was chinese today. It didn't turn out as tough as i thought it would be! A 'D' will do just fine. A 'C' will be even better. A 'B', I'll be over the moon. And an 'A', I'll already be in heaven. Haha GP tomorrow. Have yet to start studying. Just came back from celebrating my daddy's birthday. Haha May God bless my you with the best of your health, career and everything. I LOVE YOU DADDY! &lt;3&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Okay, that was damn bloody gay. But I heart my dad. =D Time to study! NO MORE DISTRACTION!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-8209266699963299156?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/8209266699963299156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=8209266699963299156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8209266699963299156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8209266699963299156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-coming-and-it.html' title='Love is coming and it&apos;s fading'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sh6XVF-plwI/AAAAAAAAAzY/ebD_lCwcCiU/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-2047591084229387557</id><published>2009-05-24T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:27:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe we're torn apart</title><content type='html'>Hehh. It was my first time going to the esplanade library. I was really excited when I reached there. The cafe was huge and nice! =) Manage to complete all of my GP homework after 4 hours of 'intensive' concentration. AWESOMEEE. I don't owe RandyGil anymore assignments. =) I'm damn happy!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Went to some shop with gerri and dionne. They spent like an hour in it without even buying anything! Girls girls girls. I seriously don't understand them. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-2047591084229387557?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/2047591084229387557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=2047591084229387557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2047591084229387557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2047591084229387557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/05/maybe-were-torn-apart.html' title='Maybe we&apos;re torn apart'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-8300982953984420723</id><published>2009-05-14T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:25:32.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life still goes on</title><content type='html'>Well, my grandma passed away last friday. I have excepted the fact that she's gone. life still goes on.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Tomorrow will be the first time I'll be experiencing semis for inter-school!! I'm really excited. heheheh Tough match tomorrow. But still, the ball is round. Anything can happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-8300982953984420723?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/8300982953984420723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=8300982953984420723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8300982953984420723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8300982953984420723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-still-goes-on.html' title='Life still goes on'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-6055062545283539376</id><published>2009-05-04T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:40:54.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scars reminds us, that the past is real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sf7644pTOVI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Ri3A3rfHLhE/s1600-h/jeff-soto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sf7644pTOVI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Ri3A3rfHLhE/s320/jeff-soto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331974864038476114" border="0" /&gt;and also my dream&lt;/a&gt;
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We have been cruising our way through inter-school. I don't want to lose any match in my inter-school! SA is very different from Montfort, we have a chance of winning if we work very hard. Thus, I MUST win all my matches. I know that it is a bit egoistic, but i really must. Played our first quarter final match today. It was a really tough match for me. But i manage to win 9-6. SA won Hwa Chong overall with a score of 5-0. AWESOME!!! We will be playing against CJC on wednesday. Meeting of old Montfort friends. I'm excited! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

It's just looks better and better. THERE IS NO SCHOOL TOMORROW!!! SHOIK-NESSSSSSS
E-LEARNING DAY =)) SEX BOMB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-6055062545283539376?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/6055062545283539376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=6055062545283539376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/6055062545283539376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/6055062545283539376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/05/scars-reminds-us-that-past-is-real.html' title='Scars reminds us, that the past is real'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sf7644pTOVI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Ri3A3rfHLhE/s72-c/jeff-soto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-8903974056742631980</id><published>2009-04-23T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:55:20.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, the picture tells a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SfBD5pK5d-I/AAAAAAAAAzE/kY22gif6gPg/s1600-h/u69Ix9iWT9ldhnagkAYls337_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SfBD5pK5d-I/AAAAAAAAAzE/kY22gif6gPg/s320/u69Ix9iWT9ldhnagkAYls337_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327833016762464226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Things that are over due and have yet to be done: PLENTY&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Have been really worn out lately. I'm not really sure what's the reason though. The tennis season have been going pretty smoothly for us. =) So far, we have won VJC(4-1), NYJC(4-1) and NJC(5-0). Next match will be against MI. Everyone won them 5-0 or 4-1 so I suppose it's going to be an easy victory. We will be meeting CJC and HCI and an RJ in the quarters! Can't wait to play against CJC. I'll be able to meet all my Montfort friends! =D I HAVE TO FORGET WHAT RAJA SAID TO ME AND REMEMBER WHAT COACH SHAUN IS TEACHING ME!!!! Raja is bad.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

From what I can see, it is really moving very smoothly for us now. She is messaging and talking to me very frequently now. Good sign I suppose.=) The best part is that she will be watching my match tomorrow and she wants me to sit beside her after my match! =D That's why I'm superbly happy now! =DDDDDD&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I want my shoulder to cure instantly! I want to play tennis!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-8903974056742631980?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/8903974056742631980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=8903974056742631980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8903974056742631980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8903974056742631980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-picture-tells-thousand-words.html' title='Well, the picture tells a thousand words'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SfBD5pK5d-I/AAAAAAAAAzE/kY22gif6gPg/s72-c/u69Ix9iWT9ldhnagkAYls337_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-4778174247643924775</id><published>2009-04-15T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:26:05.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outrageous Idiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SeXrdfVtrwI/AAAAAAAAAy8/5SWzk--376A/s1600-h/1637946358_47c385040c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SeXrdfVtrwI/AAAAAAAAAy8/5SWzk--376A/s320/1637946358_47c385040c_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324921026296786690" border="0" /&gt;Friendly but fierce, in conclusion, cats SUCK and dogs ARE A BETTER PET.&lt;/a&gt;
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Hehhh. Ended school at 9 today. The J1s had to go for the saints commendation thingy. Well, I didn't go. Not because of pon-ing or anything. But I had my inter-school competition. Played against VJC and we emerge victorious. =)) I'm feeling EUPHORIA!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I won my match against Colin. 9-2. Pretty consistent player. Coach said I played very well. That makes me even happier! But I really got a bad headache after winning. Is it a sign that I'm dying soon? I wonder. Hahah&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I'm really starting to hate my bloody CT now. His really getting on my nerve and acting like a real bitch(even though it's a guy). Seriously, What's with your fucking eyeballs man. Do you even think that the bigger your make eyeballs, the scarier you look?! Dream on man! Stop being so pessimistic! How I wish there is no such thing as punishment. If there isn't, I would have dug out his eyeballs by now. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
 
The progress seems to slightly better. Asking her out for dinner on sunday. Please say yes. If I get rejected, Life is fucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-4778174247643924775?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/4778174247643924775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=4778174247643924775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4778174247643924775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4778174247643924775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/04/outrageous-idiot.html' title='Outrageous Idiot'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SeXrdfVtrwI/AAAAAAAAAy8/5SWzk--376A/s72-c/1637946358_47c385040c_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-8166297489801698823</id><published>2009-04-13T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:19:34.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flavour of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SeNStb7M_GI/AAAAAAAAAy0/vTOWcMLRA9w/s1600-h/1235159005.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/_0uMJj-04snc/SeNStb7M_GI/AAAAAAAAAy0/vTOWcMLRA9w/s320/1235159005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324190125025721442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

It have been very tiring 2nd term for me. This is due to the intensive tennis training I'm having so as to prepare us for the upcoming season. We're playing against VJC this Wednesday and we cannot afford to lose. If we were to lose, the chances of getting 3rd will be very very slim. We had a team talk on Saturday where some voiced out their unhappiness about the team people. I seriously hope that by voicing out the unhappiness, it will get the team to be more bonded. Hold no grudge, Just say it out. We do not support politics! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Today it's really a bad day for taijun, SERIOUSLY! Just tell me what can be worst. &lt;br/&gt;
1st We planned to go to the acupuncture for his back injury and my shoulder injury. When we reached there, it was closed. This is considered okay.&lt;br/&gt;
2nd He had to pay for the whole taxi fare which is $25.50. Well, at least I paid the cents.=)&lt;br/&gt;
3rd Once at KK, he wanted to go to the toilet. But instead of going to the gents, He went to the ladies. Which idoit will do that? Seriously.&lt;br/&gt;
Lastly, When we were all changing into our tennis gear, he forgot to bring his pants. And he had to wear his long pants to play. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Seriously, What can be worst?!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I like this girl and I don't know how to express it to her. Please teach me. Please give me guidance. I'm new. And NO, I'm not kidding.=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-8166297489801698823?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/8166297489801698823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=8166297489801698823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8166297489801698823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8166297489801698823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/04/flavour-of-week.html' title='Flavour of the week'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SeNStb7M_GI/AAAAAAAAAy0/vTOWcMLRA9w/s72-c/1235159005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-4230055254984448663</id><published>2009-03-30T22:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:00:25.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day my friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SdDSSFphaEI/AAAAAAAAAys/aIcCQBq8Xyc/s1600-h/funny-c0d6201d05921c1929ac21799d9ba055_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SdDSSFphaEI/AAAAAAAAAys/aIcCQBq8Xyc/s320/funny-c0d6201d05921c1929ac21799d9ba055_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318982368120367170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If I remembered correctly, it was a bloody hot day. Met Dionne, Nat and NgHan to watch the confession of a shopaholic. It was a cheek flick BUT well, I kinda enjoyed it. Hahah It was pretty funny and meaningful of what women now days are doing. Spending and spending without bearing the consequences. I helped Dionne and NgHan to like SWEET popcorn I think. I have done a good job!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Met KheeErn after the movie. We were playing foosball at E2Max. The guys were dominating the girls completely. Haha. Went to paragon to relax at Starbucks. I had a change my liking again. This time it is The Blended White Chocolate Mocha. It's shoikkkkk to the max! Nat and NgHan than went off early for some family stuff. Dionne, KheeErn and I went to Toy'R'Us to walk around. Took many funny pictures and all. Played with the miniature basket ball, and the stick that is used to wack people. We than decided to purchase bubbles to blow. We sat outside paragon for about 30 minutes trying to blow the biggest bubble and we were also giving joy to the kids in orchard road! It's really nice to see the smiles on those kids. MEMORABLE I suppose. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A really terrible thing happened to my first friend from my class. Today, he was having his basketball season. While doing a layup, one of the opposition team tried to block him. And somehow, he landed on his face. According to my friend, 2 of his teeth dropped out and there was a lot of blood. When I message him at around 9.30p.m, he said he was going for an operation. I suppose it's pretty serious.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I bought my racket today. Wilson K six one 95. I couldn't bear to scratch it during training today. So I was really cautious with it. But at the same time, I was playing very badly. None of the ball was hitting at the sweet spot. I think I'm having a tennis burnt out. I need to get my strokes back before my season start! GOD SHOW ME SOME MIRACLE! PLEASE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-4230055254984448663?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/4230055254984448663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=4230055254984448663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4230055254984448663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4230055254984448663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-day-my-friend.html' title='Good day my friend.'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SdDSSFphaEI/AAAAAAAAAys/aIcCQBq8Xyc/s72-c/funny-c0d6201d05921c1929ac21799d9ba055_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-5284103846195625104</id><published>2009-03-23T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:21:02.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yin and Yang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SceYVRu5k_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/AALZu876p8Q/s1600-h/timestable-1017x1125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SceYVRu5k_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/AALZu876p8Q/s320/timestable-1017x1125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316385376438948850" border="0" /&gt;The art of comics&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
First of all, my dad got discharged from hospital today. Hooray! According to mummy, Among the 4 people that went for a heart bypass, my dad was the fastest to recover. Nice nice. Good progress. Get well soon! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Secondly, my MSA results were quite AWESOME. It was better than I expected it to be! I got an 'A' and a 'B'! A for maths and B for chinese! Freaking awesome!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Firstly, I failed my physics badly. 30/100. A 'U' grade. But to look on a bright side, I did better than expected! I thought I will get below 20 =D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Secondly, I broke my beloved racket today by framing a ball. It has sentimental value in it. I will be preparing a funeral to bit farewell to it. =( Goodbye my lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-5284103846195625104?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/5284103846195625104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=5284103846195625104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5284103846195625104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5284103846195625104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/03/yin-and-yang.html' title='Yin and Yang'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SceYVRu5k_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/AALZu876p8Q/s72-c/timestable-1017x1125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-2193657608247775356</id><published>2009-03-18T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:56:42.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Promise</title><content type='html'>My dad's bypass operation was successful. God bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-2193657608247775356?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/2193657608247775356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=2193657608247775356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2193657608247775356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2193657608247775356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/03/promise.html' title='A Promise'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-3257128442318378486</id><published>2009-03-15T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:41:08.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Desperate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sb0S5L5HwDI/AAAAAAAAAyc/1tG9z9DbiBU/s1600-h/P78348_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sb0S5L5HwDI/AAAAAAAAAyc/1tG9z9DbiBU/s320/P78348_9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313423909021270066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I'm Desperate.&lt;br/&gt;
I'm desperate for my new phone&lt;br/&gt;
I'm desperate for my new camera&lt;br/&gt;
I'm desperate for my ear piece which I have been waiting for ages&lt;br/&gt;
I'm desperate for people&lt;br/&gt;
I'm desperate for maybe my new laptop?&lt;br/&gt;
I'm desperate for laughter &lt;br/&gt;

I'm desperate, I'm desperate, oh yes I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-3257128442318378486?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/3257128442318378486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=3257128442318378486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3257128442318378486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3257128442318378486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-desperate.html' title='I&apos;m Desperate'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sb0S5L5HwDI/AAAAAAAAAyc/1tG9z9DbiBU/s72-c/P78348_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-1736794934483527605</id><published>2009-03-15T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:50:01.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try to get to you</title><content type='html'>No matter HOW desperate you are to catch a movie, DON'T I mean REALLY REALLY DON'T catch Dragon Ball Evolution. It's a bloody waste of time and money. I seriously regret paying 10 bucks for the movie. I really have to thank TaiJun for his 'GREAT' idea. "We have to collect the 7 DRAGON BALLZ to destroy picolo"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

WTF! Seriously. WTF.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I really feel damn bad for not going Darryl's party. I'm so sorry Darryl! Don't be angry with me. I'm already feeling very bad.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I BORROWED A HOLGA! HOOO HAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-1736794934483527605?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/1736794934483527605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=1736794934483527605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1736794934483527605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1736794934483527605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/03/try-to-get-to-you.html' title='Try to get to you'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-1974807727229046571</id><published>2009-03-10T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:49:15.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love, We Hate</title><content type='html'>Today was quite slack-ish. My physics MSA is a confirm goner. It was tough. I didn't understand anything from the paper. Fuck physics.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Attended a maths tuition just opposite to my house. Danielle introduced it to me. It was surprisingly good. Gosh. I'm tired. Night people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-1974807727229046571?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/1974807727229046571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=1974807727229046571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1974807727229046571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1974807727229046571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-love-we-hate.html' title='We Love, We Hate'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-2852769145494151022</id><published>2009-03-05T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:37:37.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dislocating Pictures Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sa_uDC4BDjI/AAAAAAAAAyI/LYJlEZkRsuw/s1600-h/balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 63px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sa_uDC4BDjI/AAAAAAAAAyI/LYJlEZkRsuw/s320/balloon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309724221771943474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Life in SA is so far so good. I have yet to get myself into hot soup. This is probably a very good sign.  A good start indeed. Lately, I have been desperately searching for tuition. And at least, my hard work pays off. Found economic, Maths and maybe chemistry. I must really thank Danielle for introducing me the maths tuition. I do not wish to retain. But my current attitude shows it all. For the upcoming MSA, I'll try to do well. I want to proof to my parents that I have been so-called 'working hard'. They will be posting the results slip to my house, fuck that. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I believe in KARMA. But somehow it backfired me. Even though I apologized to 2 girls I made fun off, I have been getting something bad in return. What did I do?! It's crappy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I'm terribly sorry that I'm unable to join you guys for drinking tomorrow. I really wish that I can go but studies is more important I suppose. I should set my priority right. I don't mean anything bad. But I really must be strict with myself. I really do misses the good old day, the pleasant ones that is. During march holidays, lets all go out together! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-2852769145494151022?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/2852769145494151022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=2852769145494151022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2852769145494151022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2852769145494151022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/03/dislocating-pictures-of-life.html' title='Dislocating Pictures Of Life'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/Sa_uDC4BDjI/AAAAAAAAAyI/LYJlEZkRsuw/s72-c/balloon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-326851876023549049</id><published>2009-02-23T21:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:01:43.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adrenalin Rush Through My Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SaKrA89LndI/AAAAAAAAAxw/va20Bcj4WAo/s1600-h/yawn.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SaKrA89LndI/AAAAAAAAAxw/va20Bcj4WAo/s320/yawn.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305991343846956498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I really have to admit something, even though it's quite tough in JC life, it's somewhat pretty fun. There are just uncountable jokers in my class to be honest. Through interacting with my seniors, I realised that all my tutors are actually not bad. I hope I won't retain. I need to catch up on my econs and physics. It's really quite hard to follow especially when I once took combine science. I'm eating way too much in SA. It's not as though the food there is fabulous. It's the temptation. Just today itself, I have spent about $18 purely on food. If this were to keep up, I will definitely be as fat as a pig. I think it's time for me to go to the gym to do some weights. It's time to build up some strength. Hahahaha &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Anyways, I heard Derek is transferring out of SA to TP. I'm seriously laughing my ass off. Shall not criticize him any further. Karma may strike back. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Finally met up with my secondary school friends. But sadly, not everyone turn up. As usual, they make everyone laugh. Bad Habits were taken up, I wonder who was the ring leader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-326851876023549049?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/326851876023549049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=326851876023549049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/326851876023549049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/326851876023549049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/02/andredelin-rush.html' title='The Adrenalin Rush Through My Body'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SaKrA89LndI/AAAAAAAAAxw/va20Bcj4WAo/s72-c/yawn.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-4959830379023736296</id><published>2009-02-15T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:06:40.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SZb3gHAYM8I/AAAAAAAAAxo/XAp4EvXC-j4/s1600-h/IMG_5584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SZb3gHAYM8I/AAAAAAAAAxo/XAp4EvXC-j4/s320/IMG_5584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302697742283846594" border="0" /&gt;Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang. Who died?&lt;/a&gt;
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This is kind of the first time I actually celebrated valentines day. It was quite enjoyable. Gave out flowers and at the same time, I received flowers and chocolate. =D Awesome. They are still growing healthily, SURPRISINGLY. Not bad eh? Pretty pink daisy and Pink rose. Hahaha&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

The time passes quite quickly today. Had tennis training at 8 to 10. We slack up to around 12. Went to SAS to watch the rugby match between SA and some international school. I think the ruggers from SAS are so much better than the people from SAJC. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
After the match, went to meet up withe Fang and Gerri. Caught the movie 'New In Town'. Slept for almost the entire show. And after doing my reflection, i realised than I have wasted 10 bucks. Went for Jeremy's party. We stayed there for quite sometime and later we set of to meet the tennis team. Gosh. Just like that, it was already 11 plus. My god. Time really files...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-4959830379023736296?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/4959830379023736296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=4959830379023736296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4959830379023736296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4959830379023736296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/02/bang-bang-bang-bang-bang.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SZb3gHAYM8I/AAAAAAAAAxo/XAp4EvXC-j4/s72-c/IMG_5584.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-2574630208438631539</id><published>2009-02-12T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:10:45.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noisy Noisy Fan</title><content type='html'>Gosh. My JC life is quite hectic. Its only the 2nd week and homeworks are already pouring in. I should really try not to sleep during lectures. It's so tempting to sleep. When I looked right, everyone's heads are all down. When I looked left, everyone's heads are also down on the table. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

My class looks fun but at the same time, quite pathetic. I seriously hope my class doesn't have any politics. It will really suck. There are 20 males and only 6 females. 1 girl transferred out. VERY NICE..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-2574630208438631539?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/2574630208438631539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=2574630208438631539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2574630208438631539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2574630208438631539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/02/noisy-noisy-fan.html' title='Noisy Noisy Fan'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-8842947181150701645</id><published>2009-02-05T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:47:38.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SYrtIhEhuiI/AAAAAAAAAxg/8Mfqj01McfM/s1600-h/n1038638850_30142987_6146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SYrtIhEhuiI/AAAAAAAAAxg/8Mfqj01McfM/s320/n1038638850_30142987_6146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299308642126903842" border="0" /&gt;Julien's look a-like brother.&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Oh My God. Last day of orientation tomorrow. That's damn fast. We will soon be splitting up into different classes. Bye all the DSA people. I will miss you guys! D=&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Overall the orientation was quite fun. At least I feel that it was. Mixed with 26 new people. Bounded by this invisible tread. Everyone is just so sociable and funny. Gosh. Best of the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-8842947181150701645?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/8842947181150701645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=8842947181150701645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8842947181150701645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8842947181150701645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/02/orientation.html' title='Orientation!'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SYrtIhEhuiI/AAAAAAAAAxg/8Mfqj01McfM/s72-c/n1038638850_30142987_6146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-7010580017471805528</id><published>2009-02-01T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:58:58.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Mornin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SYUrtTvwQKI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/je-br-1tSXQ/s1600-h/4456693c9affb8cac0bd14d9ce07da4e39fd5355_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SYUrtTvwQKI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/je-br-1tSXQ/s320/4456693c9affb8cac0bd14d9ce07da4e39fd5355_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297688594065932450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SYUr2dnATeI/AAAAAAAAAxY/iENsATRKoeY/s1600-h/3eaeb5e9d355c415b2f1367494a6f39c88c53fe6_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SYUr2dnATeI/AAAAAAAAAxY/iENsATRKoeY/s320/3eaeb5e9d355c415b2f1367494a6f39c88c53fe6_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297688751332412898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After
&lt;/div&gt;Gosh, This coming Monday will be the first official day of school for me after a good long 3 months break. Going to school will open is whole new adventure in my life. I'm having this feeling that I will be late for the first day of school. Meeting Chris and co. at Potong Pasir MRT at 7. Supposedly, i have to reach school by 7.15, but since they did not message us anything, I shall presume it starts school at 7.30. Getting into such trouble on the first day of school may be a BRIGHT start.

It's currently Manchester playing now, hope they will continue winning and pawn LIVERPOOL ASSES! GLORY-IOUS UNITED! GLORY-IOUS UNITED! GLORY-IOUS UNITED! GLORY-IOUS UNITED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-7010580017471805528?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/7010580017471805528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=7010580017471805528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/7010580017471805528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/7010580017471805528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/02/early-mornin.html' title='Early Mornin&apos;'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SYUrtTvwQKI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/je-br-1tSXQ/s72-c/4456693c9affb8cac0bd14d9ce07da4e39fd5355_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-2680096654666159468</id><published>2009-01-27T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:58:25.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Transformation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SX5246XIWnI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ZqKZcSJlSmU/s1600-h/11tqy52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SX5246XIWnI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ZqKZcSJlSmU/s320/11tqy52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295800931945306738" border="0" /&gt;Transformation successful!&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Have been looking through the photos of myself from young until now. I just realise how much I have transformed. It's quite funny to see the stupid stuff I did. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Chinese New Year was quite awesome. Or rather freaking awesome. Even though I received much lesser Ang Paos this year, but the money i received was quite significant. We played from Mah-Jong to 21 points. Luckily we weren't playing money for mah-jong. Or else i will be super broke. As for the 21-points, I earn $3 plus. hahha Just by betting 10 cents per round, It enables me to earn $3. This shows how capable i am in betting! hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-2680096654666159468?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/2680096654666159468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=2680096654666159468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2680096654666159468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2680096654666159468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/01/transformation.html' title='The Transformation'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SX5246XIWnI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ZqKZcSJlSmU/s72-c/11tqy52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-4276650214100101061</id><published>2009-01-21T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:36:15.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We won AGAIN...</title><content type='html'>Okay match against the ex 4e5, we won again. 4-3. I guess they really improve. Maybe not.. Our standard may have drop. I was quite surprise I wasn't tired after the match. Didn't do much though. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I so called 'argued' with Louis for using his elbow too much. Fucked up.. Play until so  dirty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-4276650214100101061?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/4276650214100101061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=4276650214100101061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4276650214100101061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4276650214100101061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-won-again.html' title='We won AGAIN...'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-3779714773363241634</id><published>2009-01-20T10:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:40:17.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win or Lose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SXU5Xuin5iI/AAAAAAAAAwE/khl0byOyqZk/s1600-h/8df7992e522fca85220648ef06aaac46bcb29aa4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SXU5Xuin5iI/AAAAAAAAAwE/khl0byOyqZk/s320/8df7992e522fca85220648ef06aaac46bcb29aa4_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293200016836912674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Soccer Soccer Soccer Soccer Soccer. Soccer against the 4e5. Will we be on our third winning spree? I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-3779714773363241634?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/3779714773363241634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=3779714773363241634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3779714773363241634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3779714773363241634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/01/win-or-lose.html' title='Win or Lose?'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SXU5Xuin5iI/AAAAAAAAAwE/khl0byOyqZk/s72-c/8df7992e522fca85220648ef06aaac46bcb29aa4_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-5101521585581323459</id><published>2009-01-13T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:37:58.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless the lord!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SWvt-Mw3-7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/doEefownEpQ/s1600-h/16202797_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SWvt-Mw3-7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/doEefownEpQ/s320/16202797_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290583840110672818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

To be very honest, before the day that i took back my results, I wasn't able to sleep in peace. I was terrified. I just wanted 20 and below. After Manchester match, I tried to sleep. But it was unsuccessful. I finally slept at around 4 plus.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

The next day, I told my mum this 'Mum? Can you unlock Don's com so I can play before i get depress?' She did. Even when I'm playing the game, I couldn't even concentrate. Went to school reluctantly. Seeing everyone was a good thing. There were smiles and laughter. Everyone were still quite happy. When the results were being given out, Everyone became silent. When it was my turn, I saw my result slip. I was quite unhappy as the result wasn't what i wanted. There were 2Cs, A few Bs and 1 A. I thought i couldn't get 20 points. I passed my results slip to Jit Ren, and tried to tore this envelop as calm as possible. But it was unsuccessful. My hands were shaking by than. When Jit Ren told me i got 19 points, i was relieved and i started shouting. That feeling was FUCKING AWESOME! IT FEELS FUCKING GOOD! I'M FUCKING GOING TO SAJC! FUCK THAT! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Will be going to Wayne's house later for a BBQ. I will definately enjoy myself there. MUAHHAHAA. PRAISE THE LORD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-5101521585581323459?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/5101521585581323459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=5101521585581323459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5101521585581323459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5101521585581323459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2009/01/bless-lord.html' title='Bless the lord!'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SWvt-Mw3-7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/doEefownEpQ/s72-c/16202797_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-1795237612986579742</id><published>2008-12-25T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:21:41.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulistic</title><content type='html'>What a way to celebrate Christmas! Went to Chris's house for a Christmas Eve Party. The food were superbly awesome! Turkey, Beef, Ham, Sushi and many more. Gosh. All the dishes were all so mouth-watering! Played games and chit chat. Left his house for Clark Quay at around 11.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Once we reach Clark Quay, the first thing we did was to buy the artificial snow cans. Hahaha. It was damn fun! But it runs out too quickly. Sprayed random people, kids and even adults like nobody business. The night was pretty crazy to be honest. At every angle you peek, you will just see more and more smiles on people's faces.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Went to this place at Boat Quay. We sat in the smoking area, and I didn't realise it until Lee Ping told us. Hahaha. Blue Lagoon is god man, should really try it someday. It tasted just like lime juice! Drink and drink and drink, It's soooo addictive. haha Got pretty high. Tai Jun was quite dead, Had to carry him for about 20m. It was really crazy. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

After partying, went to Mac to have our supper. Had to wait for 10 over minutes to use the freagging stinky the toilet. After eating, we tried to flag a cab for Chris's cousin and than for ourselves. While waiting, we managed to witness 2 China-dudes fighting with a group Singaporean Ah beng. It was really hilarious. The reason to their fight was 1 stupid taxi when there are more up ahead. Damn dumb. IDOITS.. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Took at cab to Tai Jun's house for a sleepover. His house is like damn nice, cozy and high-tech.. For the door itself, it's like the bio-matrix thing. You have to use the thumbprint in order to get into the house. FREAKING AWESOME! Played with his cute little retriever. Whenever I tried to sleep, she will just keep biting my hair, ear, belt and watch. It was super hyper.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Before going home, drop by Jeanette's house to pass her christmas present. Until now, I have yet to get a proper sleep. I think in an hour time, I will be sleeping. &lt;br/&gt;
ZzzZZZzzZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-1795237612986579742?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/1795237612986579742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=1795237612986579742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1795237612986579742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1795237612986579742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/12/fabulistic.html' title='Fabulistic'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-4363388870704640347</id><published>2008-12-23T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:22:01.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Spirit!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SU--OfSsS1I/AAAAAAAAAv0/b3k5N7aSPBI/s1600-h/sp_0477_merry_xmas_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SU--OfSsS1I/AAAAAAAAAv0/b3k5N7aSPBI/s320/sp_0477_merry_xmas_2006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282650044056226642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Omfg. Christmas is coming so soon!! Woooo! May/Will be going to Chris's house on Christmas Eve. His very wonderful mum invited us for this Christmas party! =D Thanks! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

But something really worries me. Just this 1 message, it brought my spirit down... Really down. Wayne said that the o's results will be release on the 9th of January. That is like a few days from now. Fuck that. After training in SA for about 2+ months, I felt the bond. It's very special. It feels good. It's beyond description. It make me crave to get in to SAJC more. But at the same time, I'm really worried that I don't get 20 points. This thinking just freaks me. I can't sleep well at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-4363388870704640347?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/4363388870704640347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=4363388870704640347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4363388870704640347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4363388870704640347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='Christmas Spirit!!'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SU--OfSsS1I/AAAAAAAAAv0/b3k5N7aSPBI/s72-c/sp_0477_merry_xmas_2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-5542052746809778197</id><published>2008-12-14T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:32:13.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close to being dead</title><content type='html'>LONG LONG night yesterday. Hmm, or should I say today morning. Hahaha. The moon was super duper round from what I can remember. Went to Cathay to play Left for Dead for 3 hours, STRAIGHT. I felt like dying after about 2 hours in that mini LAN marathon. Goshh. Have the feeling of puking due to motion sickness. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Went to R.K eating house for our dinner. Celebrated Wei Song's and Brandon's Birthday at Jeanette's house. We ordered Pizzas and watched Mr.Woodcock and Stepbrothers. Both movies were super hilarious. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Went to Happy Daze to catch Man Utd match with erm.. Chris, Jeanette, Jerome, Weisong. It was a really disappointing result. After the match, it was already 4 in the morning. We walk Jeanette back, than I went back to sleep. Weisong and Jerome went to Chris house for a sleepover. Haha&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

The best thing was that i didn't have a proper sleep. I woke up at 10. And had to go for my tennis. When i reached there, there were only 3 people including the coach. There was this 1 person that made me to reluctant to go for the training. Gosh, I'm dead tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-5542052746809778197?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/5542052746809778197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=5542052746809778197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5542052746809778197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5542052746809778197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-close-to-being-dead.html' title='So close to being dead'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-1370701151011661506</id><published>2008-12-05T07:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:16:48.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could, I would</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MytfhzcSF-Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=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/MytfhzcSF-Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;
Have been quite busy lately. Mainly because there were just too many tennis training. This is the first time I'm a little burnt out on tennis. Hmm.. I should learn to enjoy it, rather than me staying at home playing games the whole day. It's just boringg.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

On Monday night, went to JR house for a movie marathon. It wasn't that successful as we only watched 2 movies. Before the movie marathon, BangHur, JitRen, Matthew and Me went to cook up some spaghetti. Quite successful. But there was too little gravy. Everyone had to scoop just a little so that there will be enough for the rest. After just 2 movies, I was quite dead. BangHur, Shaun and I walked to Jln Kayu to catch a quick bite. The roti prata was a total scam! 90 cents for 1 small piece. WTF. Lousy shop. Than we walked back to JR house, just in time to catch Liverpool versus Aston Villa.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Once after the match, we took the first bus home, leaving Matthew and JR together. Hahahah Wonder what they have been doing inside while we were gone. Hmmm. I wonder. Anyways, once I reach home, I realise I had no keys to get into the house. Was walking outside and around the house, hoping that the doors were unlock. Unfortunately, every single door was lock. Had no choice but to sleep at the bench like a Bangala worker. Hahaha. It feels weird. I had back pain just by sleeping less than 3 hours! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Okay, Gotta run now! Tennis training in just 30 minutes. I love the holidays, but I sometimes hate them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-1370701151011661506?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/1370701151011661506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=1370701151011661506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1370701151011661506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1370701151011661506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-could-i-would.html' title='If I could, I would'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-7900820569353945014</id><published>2008-11-26T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:26:31.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Band NERDS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SS0Ui6UQz2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/CHI8NrJ7cDg/s1600-h/DSC08937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SS0Ui6UQz2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/CHI8NrJ7cDg/s320/DSC08937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272893328723070818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Today's training sucks. It's really difficult to play tennis without any socks. Socks are so important and yet I have forgotten to bring it. Gosh.. Smelly smelly... But anyway, it's a freaking good way to escape all the physical. Hahaha. Let's see, I escaped a total of 5+10 laps around the court just by saying 'I GOT BLISTERS!' well, in actual fact, I don't. HAHAHAHA&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Went Chris house again. It's like a routine. Once after training, we will eat, than go to Chris house to play. First, we played Gears Of War. I think it's much better than Halo. It's just freaking awesome. Gonna get hook to the game soon. Than we played RockBand. WeiSong was like the GOD in the drums. I fumbled in the guitar, but overall, NOT BAD! =D Geraldine sucks at everything. hahahaha. RockBand is super duper fun. Those that have XBOX360, Get em'&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

BBQ at Matt's place later. And here I am, waiting for my mum to arrive. I NEED TO GO NOW!!!! PLEASE COME HOME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-7900820569353945014?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/7900820569353945014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=7900820569353945014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/7900820569353945014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/7900820569353945014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/11/rock-band-nerds.html' title='Rock Band NERDS!'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SS0Ui6UQz2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/CHI8NrJ7cDg/s72-c/DSC08937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-2199832331935701468</id><published>2008-11-20T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:31:24.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahh</title><content type='html'>Wah kao. Did 200 lunches(or however you spell it) on each leg. With means it's 400. It's a fucking killer. Now, I can hardly walk. I am wheel-chair bound. Chris house is fucking fun. Gears of war online. Gosh, IT'S FREAKING AWESOME!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-2199832331935701468?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/2199832331935701468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=2199832331935701468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2199832331935701468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2199832331935701468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/11/wahh.html' title='Wahh'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-5327515723773285599</id><published>2008-11-15T14:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:58:35.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazeeee</title><content type='html'>2 straight days have been drinking lots of coke, pepsi and more coke. Woah. Really retarded. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

No longer a virgin to 'coke'. Hurrayyyy! Muahahaha, Gay Fag. On 1st night, drank with BangHur, Matthew, Nashonn and Shaun. Shaun=knockout, BangHur=Peeing Spree, Matthew=Cam-whoring, Nashon=Mega-smoke, Me=???.. After drinking tons of liquid, we walked from the park all the way back to Matthew's place for a sleepover. Half way through, Shaun and Matthew were hungry, so they decided to pop by the 24 hrs mac opposite amk library. By the time we reached Matthew's place, it was already around 4 plus close to 5 and people were kind of awake. Instead of sleeping, I spaced out throughout the night.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

The next day, which was our graduation day. Went to some cheapo place for our graduation night. It lasted like 1 and a half hour. LIKE WTF.. So fucking short la... It was quite boring. If I were to give a rating, I would just give a 3/10. Some fuckerS (See the 'S's), not to be mention, but quite obvious, tried to be in every photo. Before taking all photos, where were you? tagging with Nawas and Kamal like a small dog. And once they left, You were hoping to get your bloody face up in all my pictures. It's just super irritating. But the good thing is that I will never be able to see your fucking face again.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Anyway, took plenty of pictures. Went to orchard hoping to get some movie and it turns out that we were out of luck. So head back to Matthew's house to get more coke and sprite and green tea. Drank and drank and drank. Here comes the equation again.&lt;br/&gt;
BangHur=Peeing spree + Puking spree&lt;br/&gt;
Sanjay=Dead drunk + can't walk straight&lt;br/&gt;
Linus = No effect&lt;br/&gt;
Matthew = Flirting with girls on the phone and manage to call 1 of them to join us&lt;br/&gt;
Shaun = Cool as usual. No effect &lt;br/&gt;
Mervin = Drank a little and went back for supper &lt;br/&gt;
Me = High...&lt;br/&gt;

After that, left Matthew's house at around 2.30. Went to this prata house to eat. After eating, Sanjay, Shaun and I finally went back. By the team i reach home, it was already 3 plus. Woah. 54 hours without sleep is really a killer. Gosh. Tons of photos to upload. Shall do it later. DOTA NOW!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-5327515723773285599?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/5327515723773285599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=5327515723773285599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5327515723773285599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5327515723773285599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/11/dazeeee.html' title='Dazeeee'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-7871511632275252501</id><published>2008-11-11T19:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:12:48.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Great Things</title><content type='html'>1)'O' level is finished! What a great accomplishment!&lt;br/&gt;
2)We owned e5 today, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AGAIN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

11-7. Great improvement.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Oh ya. 1 more thing as promised. Thank you for letting me know the 'o' level chinese answers, Cheryl.. Happy? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-7871511632275252501?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/7871511632275252501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=7871511632275252501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/7871511632275252501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/7871511632275252501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/11/owned.html' title='2 Great Things'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-2744812876699364018</id><published>2008-11-08T10:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:37:02.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dare you to move</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SRT5XkurtRI/AAAAAAAAAvk/d4HCJ8zISAI/s1600-h/awesome-red01.png"&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/_0uMJj-04snc/SRT5XkurtRI/AAAAAAAAAvk/d4HCJ8zISAI/s320/awesome-red01.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266108047694738706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Went to City Hall with BangHur, Shaun and Matthew. First, I went to get my ear-piece changed. I thought that they will be replacing it with a new set. But instead, he  had to send it for repair and I will have to wait about 1 week. What the heck man...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Went to Peni (however you spell it) next. My motive of going there was to get myself a new pair of shoe. But it turn out the opposite. I went there to get myself a shirt and a cap for my brother's birthday. haha. I hope he like it. Matthew went off for his lomo stuff halfway..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Next, we went to Marina Square. Once inside, we were in search for food. Went to Yoshinoya. When we learned that the student meal is long over. We than decided to go to the food court upstairs. Sitting outside the food court is just so freaking awesome... The scenery, the breeze. Wahhh. Damn shoik. After dinner, went to Royal Sporting House. Shopped there for like 40 minutes hoping to spent my $50 voucher. Finally, I decided on getting this bag for my sister. They were both so tired, so decided to go home. Goshhh. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

In the bus No Music = Can Die. Even though there was the TV mobile thing inside, It wasn't even working properly. The screen kept jumping up and down. Super irritating. 
O's is finally going to be over. The last paper is super irritating. It falls on Tuesday and i practically have to wait 8 days before taking the paper. Retardedd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-2744812876699364018?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/2744812876699364018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=2744812876699364018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2744812876699364018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2744812876699364018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dare-you-to-move.html' title='I dare you to move'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SRT5XkurtRI/AAAAAAAAAvk/d4HCJ8zISAI/s72-c/awesome-red01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-5486392558681010725</id><published>2008-11-04T14:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:39:05.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SQ_tG6TRDWI/AAAAAAAAAvc/iySJCpZeLaw/s1600-h/kid-middle-finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SQ_tG6TRDWI/AAAAAAAAAvc/iySJCpZeLaw/s320/kid-middle-finger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264687192404462946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Why is everyone so 'DAO' now days? I don't get it. Seriously, I want to know something. Firstly, is ignoring one another that fun?! Secondly, is answering one fucking question that difficult?! It's fucking annoying for the other party. I'm just telling you in case your brain can't work that out. I really want to know is it really that difficult to reply one thing? Yea, I think it is. People are changing. Being more and more bastard. Fuck that. What the fuck did I do to make you treat me like that. JUST FUCKING TELL ME AND SAY IT TO MY FACE. I WANT YOU TO BE DIRECT TO ME. I DON'T MIND! RATHER THAN YOU BACKSTABBING ME. IT'S MUCH BETTER IF YOU TELL ME WHAT I DID WRONG SO THAT I CAN CHANGE FOR THE BETTER.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Seriously, FUCK YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-5486392558681010725?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/5486392558681010725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=5486392558681010725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5486392558681010725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5486392558681010725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me?'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SQ_tG6TRDWI/AAAAAAAAAvc/iySJCpZeLaw/s72-c/kid-middle-finger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-6846467099777912377</id><published>2008-10-29T07:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:08:48.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn in on the flip-side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SQeod2TCScI/AAAAAAAAAvU/oOtqiwzoLTA/s1600-h/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SQeod2TCScI/AAAAAAAAAvU/oOtqiwzoLTA/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262359920350742978" border="0" /&gt;Thorns among the roses =O&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Woah-oh Woah-ohhhh. I can't wait. O's are finally coming to an end! Wooohooo! 8 more papers and it's done for this year! But the sad things is that everyone is going separate ways. I can't wait to get back to tennis. Haven't touch my racket for like 2 months? OMG. How rusty will I be? I wonder.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Everyone's changing and I don't feel the same...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-6846467099777912377?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/6846467099777912377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=6846467099777912377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/6846467099777912377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/6846467099777912377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/10/turn-in-on-flip-side.html' title='Turn in on the flip-side'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SQeod2TCScI/AAAAAAAAAvU/oOtqiwzoLTA/s72-c/DSC_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-4791274880005688090</id><published>2008-10-23T11:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:39:39.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love will change the perception of people's life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SP_saskkgVI/AAAAAAAAAvM/pR55FXeJLlA/s1600-h/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SP_saskkgVI/AAAAAAAAAvM/pR55FXeJLlA/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260182833177330002" border="0" /&gt;the last destruction&lt;/a&gt;
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Woohooo. I think the maximum mark I can lose for my A maths is 20! Heheheh. I'm really glad that A maths paper 1 is finally over and I'm able to pass it. Muahahaha. But something distracted me when I was doing the paper.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

It went like this, 20 minutes into the paper,&lt;br/&gt;
Mr Chia:Are you Benjamin Lim??&lt;br/&gt;
Me: Uh-huh.&lt;br/&gt;
Mr Chia: Did you call your mother before doing this paper? Because she sounds very very worried.&lt;br/&gt;
Me: HUH? WHAT?! WHAT HAPPENED?! (literally rising my voice)&lt;br/&gt;
Mr Chia: Oh okay, okay, nevermind. Just concentrate and continue to do the paper. Don't get distracted.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Unfortunately, I was never able to concentrate as wild thoughts keep running through my head. For example, did someone died; was it something to do with dad? The thoughts of unfortunate circumstances keep running through my head. I couldn't take it. After about 15 minutes, Mr Chia was walking around the hall, I took the opportunity to ask him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Me: Eh, 'cher, Is it something bad? Something happened to my family is it?&lt;br/&gt;
Mr Chia: No. Boy, just continue to do your paper. Don't worry. Everything is gonna be fine.&lt;br/&gt;
Me: Okay. (But inside me was like EH FUCK LA. TELL ME WHAT'S HAPPENING LA CHEE BYE)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Finally the paper ended, I quickly went to call my mum. Her voice was trembling and she said that someone, sounded like me, was crying on the phone saying "MUM.. COME HELP ME! COME HELP ME QUICK!!" She was so traumatise that she hung up the phone and came straight to school in search of me. She told me that she was worried sick and everything. Even when she knew I was safe, her heart was pumping as though it was trying to escape. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Gosh.. I wonder who was that ass-hole that called. FUCK THAT KID. SERIOUSLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-4791274880005688090?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/4791274880005688090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=4791274880005688090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4791274880005688090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4791274880005688090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-will-change-perception-of-peoples.html' title='Love will change the perception of people&apos;s life'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SP_saskkgVI/AAAAAAAAAvM/pR55FXeJLlA/s72-c/DSC_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-5097874473405340357</id><published>2008-10-22T08:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:51:27.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please turn back the clock.</title><content type='html'>Woah. I seriously can't believe o's have already started! Yeaa.. A bit slow.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Practical---&gt; neutral.&lt;br/&gt;
Science(Chemistry)---&gt; quite simple but-3 marks (3 teachers have confirm it was crystillsation  =D) &lt;br/&gt;
English---&gt; tough. (If I were to fail English, my whole life WILL flash past)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Today will be A maths. I hope that I will not be so careless. Geography will be tomorrow and I have only completed river and a little bit of coast chapter. Gosh. I hope I do not screw up for the o's. Just get my fucking L1R5 to be below 20 points!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-5097874473405340357?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/5097874473405340357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=5097874473405340357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5097874473405340357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5097874473405340357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-turn-back-clock.html' title='Please turn back the clock.'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-2592915845923701592</id><published>2008-10-13T18:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:30:59.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Second Last Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Today was the 1st part to our graduation day. It was quite weird though. We had a rehearsal right before the actual thing. The rehearsal was quite humorous, as many people made stupid and yet funny mistake. It was a good laugh. Our memento (momentum,in Kenneth language XD) was a piece of 'GOLD' medal. I think that this year's memento was much better than the past few years. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

After the graduation ceremony finished, we went back to the class. Everyone went superbly wild! Like wild animals in rampage. I can't say what happen. *ahem* *tables* Hahaha anywayss, Imagine, if I were to say what happened, and YOU-KNOW-WHO found out, what will be the consequences? I wonder. It just to freaking awesome! Since it's the last year we are gonna be in this school, why not do something memorable?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

We like cam-whoring in the assembly area. And we manage to take one pictures with our FAVOURITE teachers, Mr Edwin Lee and Mr Jasbir Sighn. They are like the GOD teachers.  Hahahaha. Well, Life Goes On. FUCK IT! Hahaha&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Went back to J8 to buy my wallet. With my mental calculations I manage to calculate the price correctly. =O Ohhhhhhh. I'm GOOD. kidding. I hope this wallet of my will last me for eternity. I was lucky that there was this freaking 20% off, orelse i would have been worst than broke. I can't believe 'O' level starts next week. I stuned to realise that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-2592915845923701592?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/2592915845923701592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=2592915845923701592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2592915845923701592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2592915845923701592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/10/second-last-goodbye.html' title='The Second Last Goodbye'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-5650369499097664201</id><published>2008-10-09T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:15:10.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SO33Jsa9zSI/AAAAAAAAAvE/SXJnHq3IqTk/s1600-h/Copy+of+frustration.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SO33Jsa9zSI/AAAAAAAAAvE/SXJnHq3IqTk/s320/Copy+of+frustration.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255128086126382370" border="0" /&gt;Bras that are fictitious&lt;/a&gt;
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I'm soooooooo dead. Just finished my tuition marathon. 2 and a half hours of POA PLUS! 2 hours of a maths. Everyone on earth is enjoying life but not for me and a few of you people out there. Nahh- ah-ah. O's are roughly about 6 days away. I have not touched a single bit of my Geography and my Social Studies. I have no idea why. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Monday will be the part one of our graduation night. They will be giving our leaving certificate plus memo. I wonder what it will be. A pen plus a notebook? A water-bottle (2004)? I shall be bring my camera plus tripod so that NO ONE will get missed out. hahaha. Andre if you're reading this, just SMILE. Guys, please remind me take some PICTURES! For your info, I have short term memory. heheh. Oh ya, will we be wearing square hats?!?!?!?!?! I wanna wear em'! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Sometimes I hate myself. Gorrrrreeeeee!!!!!! haaaaaahahahaha. I'm bored again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-5650369499097664201?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/5650369499097664201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=5650369499097664201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5650369499097664201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5650369499097664201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/10/bring-on-dead.html' title='Bring on the dead'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SO33Jsa9zSI/AAAAAAAAAvE/SXJnHq3IqTk/s72-c/Copy+of+frustration.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-370386237136016532</id><published>2008-10-05T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:07:02.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom Bang Crash Bam Boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SOjWsIP-RmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/p5XCSLMzkoY/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SOjWsIP-RmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/p5XCSLMzkoY/s320/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253685018944751202" border="0" /&gt;Don't get it? Buy an APPLE computer! &lt;/a&gt;
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I can literally say that I ate nothing today. 2nd day of wearing braces and I'm already wishing I have never put it on. I can't eat, but I can sleep. In the morning, I tried eating bread. I took 1/2 a piece and the pain was unbearable. So I tried soaking KoKo Krunch into my milk, and it didn't work either. The pain was just unbearable! I want food. FOOD!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

To look at the bright side, I have loss 0.5kg! Ai-yee for me! I'm 67.5kg! 1.5 kg more to go! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-370386237136016532?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/370386237136016532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=370386237136016532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/370386237136016532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/370386237136016532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-get-it-buy-apple-computer-i-can.html' title='Boom Bang Crash Bam Boom'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SOjWsIP-RmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/p5XCSLMzkoY/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-6977050073291908452</id><published>2008-10-04T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:00:27.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream BIG</title><content type='html'>Put on braces today. It wasn't as pain as the way Kenneth describe it. It just feels weird. My mouth feels very tight. A lot of bumps. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

After an hour or so of wearing it, went to the fridge to get some snacks. Forgot about my braces and crunch the Kit-Kat down hard. Weird feeling. haha I'm bored.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Once return, considered 'GoodBoy' =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-6977050073291908452?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/6977050073291908452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=6977050073291908452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/6977050073291908452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/6977050073291908452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream-big.html' title='Dream BIG'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-8648958252589964933</id><published>2008-10-01T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:53:30.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money makes the world go BONKAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SONi0eraNbI/AAAAAAAAAho/5NA45s14yB0/s1600-h/TheMoneyShots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SONi0eraNbI/AAAAAAAAAho/5NA45s14yB0/s320/TheMoneyShots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252150244171986354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
For those Muslims out there, I would like to wish you a Selamat Hari Raya. Haha I just can't believe it's a public holiday today. Spent the whole day at home. Well, I did do my work. Just by doing work alone, it make time files. Lemme do a recap on what I did. I practically did all the chemistry worksheets, Mrs Quek gave us. I did 2 papers of physics, 1 paper of a maths and 1 maths paper. Heheh. Quie Hardworking NEHH. HAHA. I was quite surprise to be able to concentrate at home. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Today morning was like, super uberly weird. While I was cleaning my bicycle, my brother's girlfriend pop by my house, like out of nowhere. I was quite stunned to be honest. The best part was that, when she arrived, my brother was still upstairs sleeping like a pig. Gosh. Weird relationship, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-8648958252589964933?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/8648958252589964933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=8648958252589964933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8648958252589964933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8648958252589964933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/10/money-makes-world-go-bonkas.html' title='Money makes the world go BONKAS!'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SONi0eraNbI/AAAAAAAAAho/5NA45s14yB0/s72-c/TheMoneyShots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-6322931764593761918</id><published>2008-09-29T22:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:44:41.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch bitch! You just wack my ass!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SODneT58wwI/AAAAAAAAAhg/II5YjnEH3BU/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SODneT58wwI/AAAAAAAAAhg/II5YjnEH3BU/s320/DSC00587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251451673439421186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Haha Today, school was quite a waste of time, except a maths, needless to say. Ever since I went to school this morning, all I did was to slack and slack and slack. Well, I was dead boreddd, so, I decided to act as though I was some gay fag and trying to speak with an accent which was like those diva-ish women from 'White Chicks'. It was quite successful, I guess. It was very fun to do it. I think you should try it, I swear you will continue to speak like that. Heheheh.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Melvin was really retarded as usual. He downloaded a 'Zippo Lighter' and "Light-saber' application into Iphone. First, he act as though he was smoking and use his phone as a lighter. Secondly, when he used the 'Light-saber' application, and act as though he was a Jedi-Knight. It's really really really humorous. I can even laugh until my heart comes out of my mouth. hahahaha&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Today, night studies was &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; productive. Gayyy. The reason to this was because Melvin was being such a wonderous joker. While we super duper uberly restless, we went to scare Derek who went to the toilet. How did we do it? We act as though we were some spasm zombie. He got scared. From this source I can infer that, by studying with Melvin, you will laugh as though there is no tomorrow and you will not do alot of work. hahaha.Later, we went to 'explore' the school's garden. I seriously can't believe that we were that bo liao. haha&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I can't imagine next time. Once after graduation, I doubt that there will be any fun activities. I will miss the fun, laughter and gathering. Goshh. 4E3 Rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-6322931764593761918?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/6322931764593761918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=6322931764593761918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/6322931764593761918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/6322931764593761918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/ouch-bitch-you-just-wack-my-ass.html' title='Ouch bitch! You just wack my ass!'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SODneT58wwI/AAAAAAAAAhg/II5YjnEH3BU/s72-c/DSC00587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-7245155083537852719</id><published>2008-09-27T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:04:35.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHA WHAT A JOKE</title><content type='html'>Channel NewsAsia - Sunday, September 28&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

SINGAPORE: A police national serviceman was injured in the groin when a fellow officer accidentally discharged a round from his sub—machine gun while the two were on guard duty.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

The incident happened on Monday night at the Police Key Installation Protection Training Camp along Ulu Pandan Road.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

In a statement, the Singapore Police Force (SPF) said the injured officer was sent to hospital immediately and is now in a stable condition.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

It added that his family has also been contacted by a senior police officer to render any help they may need.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

SPF added that there was no danger posed to public in the vicinity at the time of the incident and it’s now investigating the incident. — CNA/vm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-7245155083537852719?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/7245155083537852719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=7245155083537852719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/7245155083537852719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/7245155083537852719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/hahahahaha-what-joke_27.html' title='HAHAHAHAHA WHAT A JOKE'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-8931548185890564797</id><published>2008-09-27T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:03:54.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHA WHAT A JOKE</title><content type='html'>Channel NewsAsia - Sunday, September 28



SINGAPORE: A police national serviceman was injured in the groin when a fellow officer accidentally discharged a round from his sub—machine gun while the two were on guard duty.
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The incident happened on Monday night at the Police Key Installation Protection Training Camp along Ulu Pandan Road.

In a statement, the Singapore Police Force (SPF) said the injured officer was sent to hospital immediately and is now in a stable condition.

It added that his family has also been contacted by a senior police officer to render any help they may need.

SPF added that there was no danger posed to public in the vicinity at the time of the incident and it’s now investigating the incident. — CNA/vm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-8931548185890564797?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/8931548185890564797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=8931548185890564797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8931548185890564797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8931548185890564797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/hahahahaha-what-joke.html' title='HAHAHAHAHA WHAT A JOKE'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-7049576233065570825</id><published>2008-09-27T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:29:59.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just who the fuck are you.</title><content type='html'>You're not Cheryl. And just fucking stop acting as her. Who the fuck are you?! What do you want?! What's your motive?! Be yourself. Don't pose as anyone. You fucking moronic bitch/bastard. Bisexual. If you still don't know anything. I'm fucking irritated with your stupidity. It's fucking annoying, you son of a bitch. Stop it. It's enough. There a fucking limit to everything. You fucking moron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-7049576233065570825?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/7049576233065570825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=7049576233065570825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/7049576233065570825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/7049576233065570825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-whe-fuck-are-you.html' title='Just who the fuck are you.'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-9155335761048118546</id><published>2008-09-24T16:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:27:33.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow me, and it will be alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SNn1VOBYj1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/aT0BV8DxKjY/s1600-h/DSC08521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SNn1VOBYj1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/aT0BV8DxKjY/s320/DSC08521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249496585566981970" border="0" /&gt;WOW! It's plastic! =D&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Finally received our futsal tournament trophy. It have been delayed for weeks after weeks after weeks. Instead of having mass workout today, we had an assembly. The purpose of this early assembly was to honour all the GRADUATING STUDENTS by giving each of them a batch. Hahaha.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

While we were waiting for our turn, we had so much difficulty spelling solemn although it was a very short and easy word. From solemn, to solelum, to soleum, to everything you can think of. WEIRDOS&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Today's English lesson was quite interesting but also quite lame. This guy who was once from the university of Cambridge, came to our class and taught us about effective writing. I can swear that all this time in my secondary school life, I didn't know that a composition can be a discussion topic. Sheesshhhh. What have I been learning?!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Time flies. Going to Mac to study now. hehehe Chao peoplezxzxzxzxz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-9155335761048118546?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/9155335761048118546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=9155335761048118546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/9155335761048118546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/9155335761048118546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/follow-me-and-it-will-be-alright.html' title='Follow me, and it will be alright'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SNn1VOBYj1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/aT0BV8DxKjY/s72-c/DSC08521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-1978139761168178491</id><published>2008-09-22T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:12:31.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock and Roll ain't noise polltuion</title><content type='html'>Depressing. A minute ago, she said I pass. The next minute, she said I failed. I now declare that I seriously have to put in effort for my a maths. The best part is that I have gotten 36 for my L1R5. Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-1978139761168178491?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/1978139761168178491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=1978139761168178491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1978139761168178491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1978139761168178491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/rock-and-roll-aint-noise-polltuion.html' title='Rock and Roll ain&apos;t noise polltuion'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-735897126349797690</id><published>2008-09-20T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:04:18.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without a laugh is a bore</title><content type='html'>Well, majority of the papers are back. Done really badly. To look on the bright side, I have failed none. But on the other hand, all my results will turns out, "GREAT". I got Cs all the way! People People People ended up with As and Bs? From this prelims, you will be able to infer who are the ones that are hardcore mugging and who are the ones that are not putting in much effort. It's simply so easy to categorise me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-735897126349797690?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/735897126349797690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=735897126349797690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/735897126349797690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/735897126349797690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-without-laugh-is-bore.html' title='Life without a laugh is a bore'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-9126596664568813451</id><published>2008-09-16T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:50:34.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Laugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/FCQK98HmbX/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/FCQK98HmbX/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/8uWvClI/music/IBQhub88/benjamin_lim_vr0019mp3/"&gt;Fall For You - Benjamin Lim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Don't laugh. Tell me if it's good or bad. hehheh. I'm gonna do the real thing tommorrow. Testing testing 123 =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-9126596664568813451?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/9126596664568813451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=9126596664568813451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/9126596664568813451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/9126596664568813451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-laugh.html' title='Don&apos;t Laugh!'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-4653890820806996037</id><published>2008-09-16T18:56:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:44:32.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and Downs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SM-Y-zOZ7YI/AAAAAAAAAhA/4Nj1BUFVN9Q/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SM-Y-zOZ7YI/AAAAAAAAAhA/4Nj1BUFVN9Q/s320/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246580295579856258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Finally!! Prelims are over!! Just waiting to get back all the 'AWESOME' results. I hope I won't do very badly. I feel super duper uneasy about this exam. Somehow I feel as if I didn't do it properly. Well, instead of going to Matthew's place this morning, I went home to shit(yea I mean SHIT) and play dota. hahahaha. Random Random Random.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

About 2 plus, left for JitRen's house. CYCYLING!!! Heheheh! Shoik-ness! But my stupid bloody pedal of, drop off in the middle of my cycling expedition. I was like "FUCK LA. OF ALL TIME DROP NOW. KAN NI NA CHAO CHEE BYE!" It was quite tough to ride with 1 pedal. Nevertheless I made it. MUAHAHA. Instead of going to Jit's house, we went to JunMing's house. I was like Wow because he had set up a ram right infront of his house! But before that, Both JitRen and JunMing helped me fix my spoiled pedals and my wheels. I must really say my thanks to them hahaha. I tried the ram. I thought I was going to fall but nahhh. I jump. It was a rather good feeling! I didn't know I was in the air until I hit the ground. I will sure love to do it a second time. heheheh &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

We packed the rams(woods,bricks,etc.) and fix 4 miniature size wheels on to a wooden plank. The purpose of these wheels was to transport all the stuff to the park. But instead, 2 of the wheels drop off in less that 200m. hahahaha. It was super funny! JitRen and JunMing wheelbarrow-ed it to the park while I slack there, carrying the bikes. hahaha. I know where is the ram now. IT'S A UNDERGROUND SECRET. MUAHAHAHA&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Hmm today was super tiring but I had a lot of fun. I mean REAL FUN! Later at night, I will be making a cover on 'Fall For You' with my sister. heheh I bet I will messed up everything. Should post my singing and let you guys have a great laugh. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-4653890820806996037?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/4653890820806996037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=4653890820806996037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4653890820806996037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4653890820806996037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups and Downs.'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SM-Y-zOZ7YI/AAAAAAAAAhA/4Nj1BUFVN9Q/s72-c/DSC00578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-2777931640349013642</id><published>2008-09-12T23:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:21:17.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's never time to say goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMqV9lUKFlI/AAAAAAAAAf4/L-WsvyqaG48/s1600-h/scan_89130158_1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMqV9lUKFlI/AAAAAAAAAf4/L-WsvyqaG48/s320/scan_89130158_1_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245169601247581778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Went Cathay Cineleisure to catch Death Race. Hmm I think was not so bad. But before that went to walk. Went to hereen to buy myself a shirt which I have been longing to buy. Hahaha. It's expensive!! BURNT MONEY BURNT, I'M BROKE BROKE BROKE!! After the movie, went to Serangoon Garden's cafe cartel. Treated the guys to the crispy combo set. It contains, chicken, prawns, fish, chicken wings, wedges and carrots!OMFG. It was super filling. hahahaha. Talk cock session again. And everyone went back home. Gosh.. It was fun fun fun. Dead tired. Time to sleep I guess. hahaha MY HOME SCANNER SUCKS BALLS MAN!! SOOOOO BLUR!!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I hope I have nothing wrong in my head. Something is pounding hard in the back of my head. Going to the hospital to get an X-ray. Maybe some time during this month I will have my braces. hahaha. COOL SIOLL. HOLY-FUCK. SELF COMPLIMENT. HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-2777931640349013642?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/2777931640349013642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=2777931640349013642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2777931640349013642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2777931640349013642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/om-om-om-om.html' title='it&apos;s never time to say goodbye'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMqV9lUKFlI/AAAAAAAAAf4/L-WsvyqaG48/s72-c/scan_89130158_1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-3056197079169152659</id><published>2008-09-11T13:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:30:39.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zin ziga zin ziga  zing zin ziga ziga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMipXetur4I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rIu5mQcKggM/s1600-h/4834297a6433753d6199924734ddcab6ef08d459_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMipXetur4I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rIu5mQcKggM/s320/4834297a6433753d6199924734ddcab6ef08d459_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244627986919894914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Hohoho. I heard a 'SHOCKING' news from this morning's radio station. It was quite humourous. MAPLESTORY HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN HACKED BY SOME CHINA DUDES! hahahahaha. They reported that some characters have been deleted including this teacher who spent close to $2k on his maplestory. MUAHAHHAHA IT'S JUST UNBELIEVABLE!!! They also said that when you are chatting, instead of alphabets coming out, it was all chinese characters! HAHAHA MAPLESTORY IS A JOKE NOW! OMggg. I'm so EVIL. *Evil-grin*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

A maths was actually quite do-able. But I think I've screwed it up DAMN badly.. First of all, I didn't have time to complete. Second of all, I got the wrong answer for the simplest sum you can ever find in the A maths history. Thirdly, I didn't do some question that I know how to do. Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-3056197079169152659?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/3056197079169152659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=3056197079169152659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3056197079169152659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3056197079169152659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/zin-ziga-zin-ziga-zing-zin-ziga-ziga.html' title='Zin ziga zin ziga  zing zin ziga ziga'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMipXetur4I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rIu5mQcKggM/s72-c/4834297a6433753d6199924734ddcab6ef08d459_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-5162626581819967249</id><published>2008-09-10T22:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:42:45.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Simple rules to keep you by my side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMfYo9am60I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/fFZMI9Kc4pE/s1600-h/694cd83c197bb8291e0cc253d0b17abf909899c0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMfYo9am60I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/fFZMI9Kc4pE/s320/694cd83c197bb8291e0cc253d0b17abf909899c0_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244398489288764226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
To be honest ______ (Identity to be kept secret =D), you pisses me off sometimes. Sorry to say it but yea. Just 1 simple message, it will take you ages to reply OR maybe you don't even bother replying. It's just sucks. Sometimes I have to make quick decision and there you are ignoring my message causing my plans to fail. Ahh. Gosh.. I won't be surprise if I get wack by ______ tommorrow. I'm just saying from the bottom of my heart so don't be angry.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Oh and how in the world do you do amalgamation? I'm so dead for tommorrow's POA paper.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; GOOD GAME&lt;/span&gt; in other words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-5162626581819967249?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/5162626581819967249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=5162626581819967249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5162626581819967249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5162626581819967249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-be-honest-i-n-identity-to-be-kept.html' title='3 Simple rules to keep you by my side'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMfYo9am60I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/fFZMI9Kc4pE/s72-c/694cd83c197bb8291e0cc253d0b17abf909899c0_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-8975666861747945183</id><published>2008-09-09T14:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:22:55.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let our love be like the vastly horizon, a never ending love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMYZWfCBVVI/AAAAAAAAAfI/YC7wSim7iC0/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMYZWfCBVVI/AAAAAAAAAfI/YC7wSim7iC0/s320/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243906690197312850" border="0" /&gt;gays of e3. hohohahahehe&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Things that was meant to be secret are being spilled out continuously. Finding out things that are not suppose to be there, and trying to keep it as secret is definately a very huge difficulty for me. As you know, I love to share secrets that I found myself.. But by sharing secrets, it have been getting me into grave danger. Damn! Now I live in fear, hoping that no other secrets is being blurted out.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

My phone is officially screwed up. It turns on and off whenever it feels like it. It's as if it have a life of it's own! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FREAKYYY....&lt;/span&gt; I regret declining the offer my dad gave to me, that is to buy me a Iphone. Gosh.. If only i could see the future, I would have definately taken that opportunity.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Prelims are soon to be over! YAYYY!!! But the results? Without a doubt, it will be HORRENDOUS! I will try to be mentally prepared. MUAHAHAHAHA DIE YOU BITCHES AND FAGGORTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-8975666861747945183?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/8975666861747945183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=8975666861747945183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8975666861747945183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8975666861747945183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/gays-of-e3.html' title='Let our love be like the vastly horizon, a never ending love'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMYZWfCBVVI/AAAAAAAAAfI/YC7wSim7iC0/s72-c/DSC00026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-8429118955720333628</id><published>2008-09-07T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:45:27.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMPa34t9UqI/AAAAAAAAAfA/yn9R8ZQtXo0/s1600-h/DSC04028_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMPa34t9UqI/AAAAAAAAAfA/yn9R8ZQtXo0/s320/DSC04028_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243275044842197666" border="0" /&gt;gayy&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Everyone in my family is either having a girlfriend or a boyfriend.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I'm jealous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-8429118955720333628?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/8429118955720333628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=8429118955720333628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8429118955720333628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/8429118955720333628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/gayy-everyone-in-my-family-is-either.html' title=''/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMPa34t9UqI/AAAAAAAAAfA/yn9R8ZQtXo0/s72-c/DSC04028_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-2520946178688882311</id><published>2008-09-06T16:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:34:52.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's gotto be more to life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMI_MQA-ygI/AAAAAAAAAe4/T6wMMbee7lg/s1600-h/scan0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMI_MQA-ygI/AAAAAAAAAe4/T6wMMbee7lg/s320/scan0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242822395902740994" border="0" /&gt;the good old days&lt;/a&gt;
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Vualas! I sat down for 3 hours studying my Geography! I'm WOW-ed! This is the first time of this week that I'm actually putting in effort to studying! Well, I did 2 chapters. heheheh. Took abit too long. I think I've been doddling way too much. Time to reward myself for being so HARDWORKING. =)))&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Bought myself a tub of Ben&amp;Jerry. It's time to slurp it all up! MUAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-2520946178688882311?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/2520946178688882311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=2520946178688882311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2520946178688882311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2520946178688882311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/theres-gotto-be-more-to-life.html' title='There&apos;s gotto be more to life'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SMI_MQA-ygI/AAAAAAAAAe4/T6wMMbee7lg/s72-c/scan0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-1401027891511823337</id><published>2008-09-05T07:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:41:50.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to give up on you.</title><content type='html'>Now I'm utterly depressed, disappointed, dead, angry, sadden and really angry. Bitch-ass freak. The crush I had may be finally over. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Going happy again in no time. My neighbour just bought himself a new ferrari. Holy Shh-smoke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-1401027891511823337?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/1401027891511823337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=1401027891511823337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1401027891511823337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1401027891511823337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-time-to-give-you.html' title='It&apos;s time to give up on you.'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-1724936178960962941</id><published>2008-09-02T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:17:49.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superb news for man utd fans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SLzaQBEH2II/AAAAAAAAAew/hKoqcU1tUFE/s1600-h/berbatovshirt_450x324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SLzaQBEH2II/AAAAAAAAAew/hKoqcU1tUFE/s320/berbatovshirt_450x324.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241304035050903682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Ahh. The guys name(above) will be seen so frequently from now onwards. Machester United have finally sign on Berbatov for a 4 year contract! Awesomeee. Manchester United, It's time to kick some butt! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-1724936178960962941?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/1724936178960962941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=1724936178960962941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1724936178960962941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1724936178960962941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/superb-news-for-man-utd-fans.html' title='Superb news for man utd fans!'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SLzaQBEH2II/AAAAAAAAAew/hKoqcU1tUFE/s72-c/berbatovshirt_450x324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-5323054409369338118</id><published>2008-09-01T06:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T06:26:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BayBeats!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SLsXZrY10vI/AAAAAAAAAeo/upuW7affWrk/s1600-h/DSC08309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SLsXZrY10vI/AAAAAAAAAeo/upuW7affWrk/s320/DSC08309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240808321286787826" border="0" /&gt;power of the carbonated drink&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Just came back from BayBeats. Only went for Caracal set. Everyone was crazy as if they were being posses or something. Anyway, it was good! Went into the first mosh, and *BAM* I got elbowed in my mouth. haha It started bleeding. Ahhh. But hack it. Went into moshing again and again. Shaun and Jit Ren were really hardcore moshers. They went all out! They swung their elbow and mosh like there was no tomorrow. Tsk. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

But something brought my mode down. My dad was really angry. He called once he know what was happening. He sounds super pissed off when I was talking to him on the phone. I was quite down when he asked me to return home right away. It's my birthday, can't I be happy for just 1 day? But thankfully, I have got my mum, she covered up everything for me. Even put herself to blame. I am now filled with guilt. I have no idea how to thank her. Once I was back home, I wrote a letter to my dad. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

My mum and my brother celebrated my birthday at about 1.30 in the morning. And my brother bought me a jacket. It nice and plain. Maybe next Monday I will wear to school or something. =D I'm dead beat.  Time for me to sleep! Night people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-5323054409369338118?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/5323054409369338118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=5323054409369338118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5323054409369338118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/5323054409369338118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/09/baybeats.html' title='BayBeats!!!!'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SLsXZrY10vI/AAAAAAAAAeo/upuW7affWrk/s72-c/DSC08309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-2645698562569761359</id><published>2008-08-30T08:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T08:28:45.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad about Ben</title><content type='html'>I think that this year Baybeats totally sucks. hahaha The stance was awkward. There were no mosh pits at all unlike last year. The stance was like my school's gallery. 1 step after another after another. I wanna go for Electrico performance today but I doubt I will be able to go as my family is going to celebrate both me and my mum's birthday. D= I have never watch electrico live in concert before. GODDAMMIT.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Maybe I did regret going back to my primary school. I miss those teacher that taught me. If I were to go back, and none of the teachers remember me and that will make me damn Pai Seh. After thinking some of the teacher may not recognize me, maybe I made the RIGHT CHOICE. =D hahaha &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Why must men dress up but not suit up? (lame-min-ni)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-2645698562569761359?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/2645698562569761359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=2645698562569761359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2645698562569761359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2645698562569761359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-about-ben.html' title='Bad about Ben'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-1847865764114833559</id><published>2008-08-28T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:01:05.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESSFUL! Hmm. Maybe not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SLbLJAKVigI/AAAAAAAAAeg/bzUq0Cn-Qx8/s1600-h/funny_pictures_Doggy_Tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SLbLJAKVigI/AAAAAAAAAeg/bzUq0Cn-Qx8/s320/funny_pictures_Doggy_Tattoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239598572014766594" border="0" /&gt;wtf wtf wtf. hahahaha&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;4 days of prelims have flew pass. I can't believe I'm still surviving. Even though I'm having my prelims, I still having so much fun playing. Well, at least I studied before I play. Practical was okay. Chinese sucks. English was tricky. Maths 2 was okay and social studies was alright. I spent 15 minutes trying to recall on what I studied. Got a metal-block. Geee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-1847865764114833559?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/1847865764114833559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=1847865764114833559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1847865764114833559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1847865764114833559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/08/stressful-hmm-maybe-not.html' title='STRESSFUL! Hmm. Maybe not'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SLbLJAKVigI/AAAAAAAAAeg/bzUq0Cn-Qx8/s72-c/funny_pictures_Doggy_Tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-2508952826634927421</id><published>2008-08-26T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:09:35.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega Huge Spender!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SLQcjzSqnQI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nTzYpNY-chk/s1600-h/IMG_9719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SLQcjzSqnQI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nTzYpNY-chk/s320/IMG_9719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238843667928227074" border="0" /&gt;Mega tight fit jacket(Not my)=D&lt;/a&gt;
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Oh my holy shit!! When I was spacing out, I calculated that I have spent more that a $100 in just 3 days! I'm worst than a girl!! This is pure retarded-ness and total madness!!! I must &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REALLY REALLY REALLY&lt;/span&gt; cut down on my daily expenses.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recap on what I spent on since Saturday:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Saturday:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;A McNugget Meal(dumb enough to not buying a student's meal)     $5.50&lt;br/&gt;
Cold Storage Frozen Pizza(split among 3 people)     $3&lt;br/&gt;
Gramaphones to buy Augustana and Marie Digly album     $16+$20&lt;br/&gt;
Ben &amp;amp; Jerry smoothie     $10.90&lt;br/&gt;
Cineleisure Korean Crusine     $5.90&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Dinner(!BEST OF ALL!)     $5&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;F&amp;amp;N grape     $1.20&lt;br/&gt;
Mega feast at Chomp-Chomp (Hokkien Mee, Chicken Wing, Pizza) $12&lt;br/&gt;
Tennis strings     $28&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;Nasi Lemak     $2&lt;br/&gt;
Tennis Grips (Only 3 grips inside! Siao!)     $9.70&lt;br/&gt;
Ikea HotDog Set     $1.70&lt;br/&gt;
Ikea Swedish MeatBall(15 meatball)     $8.00&lt;br/&gt;
EZ-Link Card     $20&lt;br/&gt;
Tennis strings     $28&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GRAND TOTAL: $176.90!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

HOLY MOLLY SHIT! I'M OFFICIALLY BROKE AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;
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On thursday, we were suppose to get our medal for 3rd placing. I have no idea why they did not award us the medals. I think it was due to the EV thing. But I want my medal before my prelims!!! hahaha But anyway, Prelims are just a few days away, and I'm not really preparing myself for it. Still spending lots of time watching the television and playing games. hahaha Stupid or Retarded? I think both suits me. =D &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Cycled yesterday, and got myself a cut in the ankle thanks to this fat GARGANTUAN (see Kenneth, that's the way to use it =D) woman. There's so much space at the bus stop and you had to squeeze the pavement with me. Bitch-Ass FREAK! Didn't know my blood was bright red. I was like "WOAH, MY BLOOD IS RED-HOT!!". Fascinated by small things as usual. haha&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

To study later at the Macdonald near my house. Got to complete my Principle-Of-Accounts worksheets and My Social Studies! FOCUS GAY FAG,FOCUS!! THERE'S NO TIME TO BUILD SANDCASTLE IN THE AIR! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Just realise something. Patrick's blog is as good as dead. hahaha *opps*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Having a crush is the worst feeling you can ever get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-3183270547507412258?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/3183270547507412258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=3183270547507412258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3183270547507412258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3183270547507412258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/08/craving-for-something-even-better.html' title='Craving for something even better'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-1273705719755423193</id><published>2008-08-20T18:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:05:57.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SKv1rKgYcxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/VQtx5N7TCzk/s1600-h/14310015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SKv1rKgYcxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/VQtx5N7TCzk/s320/14310015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236549113651688210" border="0" /&gt;an accidental picture&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
To me, Jason Mraz's album suck.. Didn't like like 10 out of 12 songs. Shessshhh.. Wasted $18.95 on one stupid disc. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Mouthed many vulgarities. BITCH!! How on earth am I going stop mouthing them?!!?!?!?!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fall For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting&lt;br/&gt;
Could it be that we have been this way before&lt;br/&gt;
I know you don't think that I am trying&lt;br/&gt;
I know you're wearing thin down to the core&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

But hold your breath&lt;br/&gt;
Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br/&gt;
Over again&lt;br/&gt;
Don't make me change my mind&lt;br/&gt;
Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br/&gt;
I swear it's true&lt;br/&gt;
Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br/&gt;
You're impossible to find&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

This is not what I intended&lt;br/&gt;
I always swore to you I'd never fall apart&lt;br/&gt;
You always thought that I was stronger&lt;br/&gt;
I may have failed&lt;br/&gt;
But I have loved you from the start&lt;br/&gt;
Ohhhh&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

But hold your breath&lt;br/&gt;
Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br/&gt;
Over again&lt;br/&gt;
Don't make me change my mind&lt;br/&gt;
Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br/&gt;
I swear it's true&lt;br/&gt;
Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br/&gt;
It's impossible&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

So breathe in so deep&lt;br/&gt;
Breathe me in&lt;br/&gt;
I'm yours to keep&lt;br/&gt;
And hold onto your words&lt;br/&gt;
'Cause talk is cheap&lt;br/&gt;
And remember me tonight&lt;br/&gt;
When you're asleep&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br/&gt;
Over again&lt;br/&gt;
Don't make me change my mind&lt;br/&gt;
Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br/&gt;
I swear it's true&lt;br/&gt;
Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br/&gt;
Over again&lt;br/&gt;
Don't make me change my mind&lt;br/&gt;
Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br/&gt;
I swear it's true&lt;br/&gt;
Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br/&gt;
You're impossible to find&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Gosh. I love the lyrics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-1273705719755423193?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/1273705719755423193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=1273705719755423193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1273705719755423193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1273705719755423193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/08/jason-mraz-song-doesnt-suit-me.html' title=''/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SKv1rKgYcxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/VQtx5N7TCzk/s72-c/14310015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-2295339663723637306</id><published>2008-08-19T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T06:15:26.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm confused....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SKrLongfViI/AAAAAAAAAd4/X6-Vdm-rlPw/s1600-h/secondhand-serenade_a-twist-in-my-story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SKrLongfViI/AAAAAAAAAd4/X6-Vdm-rlPw/s320/secondhand-serenade_a-twist-in-my-story.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236221415432082978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SKrLWZ2w8zI/AAAAAAAAAdw/OmvoRdP07-Q/s1600-h/JasonMraz-03-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SKrLWZ2w8zI/AAAAAAAAAdw/OmvoRdP07-Q/s320/JasonMraz-03-big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236221102529770290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Gosh. Bought those 2 albums and it cost me was a bomb. Spent $36 and there my weekly allowance is almost GONE.. Well, I don't support PIRATE stuff. So... No choice. =D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
 
Toddles! =D OMG GAY FAGGG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-2295339663723637306?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/2295339663723637306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=2295339663723637306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2295339663723637306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/2295339663723637306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-confused.html' title='I&apos;m confused....'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SKrLongfViI/AAAAAAAAAd4/X6-Vdm-rlPw/s72-c/secondhand-serenade_a-twist-in-my-story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-4572294044595673609</id><published>2008-08-18T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:59:42.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never thought the life without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SKl7XMpvylI/AAAAAAAAAdo/1X4V5sakRiU/s1600-h/DSC08374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SKl7XMpvylI/AAAAAAAAAdo/1X4V5sakRiU/s320/DSC08374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235851680258443858" border="0" /&gt;18 and 19 protects the 9&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Wham! Today was my English O'level for oral. I dare say I did pretty acceptable. The passage was quite easy. But I got blurred after reading about 3/4 of it and stammered a little.The picture was pretty okayy.. The conversation was crap. For the first question it was okay. But for the subsequent question, it suck.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
1st question: What subject do you like the most.&lt;br/&gt;
2nd question: Does your school life prepare you for your future?&lt;br/&gt;
3rd question: What would you do if you are able to re-design your time-table&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I was totally speechless for the 2nd question. I was stunned. But nevertheless, I talk crap. =D heheheh&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

After the oral, I went straight for the Inter-house Futsal. My team did pretty well. Went through the qualifying round quite easily. The group table was easy for us. Won all 3. When it came to the semi-final. We drew. We could have gotten 2nd if I didn't let in the goal by Shaun Ho's tonjo. His tonjo went like this. Firstly, the ball was going towards my right so I went right. AND SUDDENLY, it curve and went to my left! I was mixed in a sea of emotions. Stunned, Shocked and Wow-ed. Thanks to that penalty, we lost and were fighting for the 3rd and 4th placing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

This time, we drew 1-1. I accidentally conceded a goal as I was distracted by arguing with VICKASH that the guy hand-ball-ed. Goshh. What a stupid mistake. Luckily I saved all the penalty shootout. And BangHur whack a real hard ball at the opposing keeper. For that, he scored a winning penalty. And so, we got 3rd. =DD&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

At least we got a bronze. Hahahaha WELL DONE TEAM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-4572294044595673609?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/4572294044595673609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=4572294044595673609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4572294044595673609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4572294044595673609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-thought-life-without-you.html' title='Never thought the life without you'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SKl7XMpvylI/AAAAAAAAAdo/1X4V5sakRiU/s72-c/DSC08374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-3506692572646395070</id><published>2008-08-14T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:10:43.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just didn't have the guts of loving you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SKQ-35R_47I/AAAAAAAAAdg/7hMVxXJbZLc/s1600-h/DSC08429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SKQ-35R_47I/AAAAAAAAAdg/7hMVxXJbZLc/s320/DSC08429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234377796901397426" border="0" /&gt;The retarded growth =D&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Had a flashback and what came into my mind was Farrer Park. Gosh. I didn't know how much I missed farrer after viewing all my photos back than. boohooo ))=&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Montfort had officially declared a half-day for both Wednesday and Thursday due to Montfort being a champion in some stuff. Not really sure what is the story behind the half-day. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

So on Wednesday, went to catch Money No Enough 2. It was a pretty good show. Shaun ALMOST cried. Me?? Emotionless. I must be strong so that I can support the ___ of my dreams. (don't make wild guesses)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

As for today,went to POA tuition at 1. But before having the tuition, had a short trip to 7-11 and spent $8.90 on this EPL magazine. Didn't know what was on my mind back than. Finish tuition at 3, went home and went out again to cycle. Called JitRen and surprisingly he was able to make it. =D I was mixed with a Stunned, Shocked, Happy emotion. Manage to LEAP on my bike finally! WOOHOOOO. JitRen showed me how, I followed closely and tried. And I did it! But I broke my pedals. Anywaysssss, it was worth it. I have finally learn how to leap up and down! All 
kneel down upon the greatest ass-hole. Ben! hahaha kidding..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Gosh. my freaking left arm is totally killing me. I can't even drink my water from my bottle properly. Tsk. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

My resolution for this year onwards. I will try to stop being so vulgar. Cheeessseeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-3506692572646395070?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/3506692572646395070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=3506692572646395070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3506692572646395070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3506692572646395070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/08/didnt-have-guts-to-love-you.html' title='I just didn&apos;t have the guts of loving you'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SKQ-35R_47I/AAAAAAAAAdg/7hMVxXJbZLc/s72-c/DSC08429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-4252791845055814479</id><published>2008-08-09T18:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:23:14.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last and final day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SJ1tinOunuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/LJjlPBRZPMQ/s1600-h/DSC08354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SJ1tinOunuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/LJjlPBRZPMQ/s320/DSC08354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232458783488122594" border="0" /&gt;Credit to louis AND my camera! hahahaha&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Today was the last and final day of the funeral. I think I have slept less than 24 hours during the stay at the wake. I'm seriously very tired. During the funeral, there was plenty of prayer. And my aunt invite this REALLY high rank monk to make some prayer. It cost about 10k just for 1 night. Gosh..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

My other aunt was really irritating. She was like some dog. Maybe worst. She kept sticking around with all the children(including me)for god knows what. Can't stand it.  As for now, I dislike her even more than before.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Yesterday was a 3 in 1 celebration. A combination of Youth Day, Racial Harmony Day and National day. That was gay. But nevertheless, it was kinda a waste of time. Well, My class had ice-war against the class opposite us and below us. And I was innocent, I didn't throw any ice. *ANGEL* &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

All I'm thinking now is that, once I reach home, I will have an awesome-mic sleep. =D And how nice to have a National Day celebration when it's raining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-4252791845055814479?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/4252791845055814479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=4252791845055814479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4252791845055814479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4252791845055814479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-and-final-day.html' title='The last and final day'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SJ1tinOunuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/LJjlPBRZPMQ/s72-c/DSC08354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-3384750689313697283</id><published>2008-08-05T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:57:34.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another shocking news.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SJglphrerZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/9SDBqZ_LMT8/s1600-h/14310022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SJglphrerZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/9SDBqZ_LMT8/s320/14310022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230972362536430994" border="0" /&gt;the dog that own the school&lt;/a&gt;
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My great grandmother just passed away this morning. She was about 102 years old. Just yesterday, I was telling someone about how fit she was being a 102 year old lady. She was still able to walk and smile.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
May god give her a better life in heaven. I'm not really sure what was the cause of her death. But all I know is that she spent the last few minutes of her life being happy. This year, I have no idea whats happening to me and my family. I have known of 3 deaths, my grandfather, my great grandmother and the canteen operator in my school. Well, one thing I'm sure is that they are enjoying themselves in a much better place call heaven.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

O levels are arriving in approximately 73 days. I have yet to study and shall stop procrastinating any further. I must start revision now before it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-3384750689313697283?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/3384750689313697283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=3384750689313697283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3384750689313697283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/3384750689313697283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-shocking-news.html' title='Another shocking news.'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SJglphrerZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/9SDBqZ_LMT8/s72-c/14310022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-4315441921530910819</id><published>2008-08-01T07:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:57:34.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking way too much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SJJLFBnBfjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/0ceScXWhUYU/s1600-h/DSC06273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SJJLFBnBfjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/0ceScXWhUYU/s320/DSC06273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229324667034107442" border="0" /&gt;When he moves, Everyone fear him&lt;/a&gt;
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On monday, Alif, BangHur, JitRen, KimLai, Kamal, Matthew, Nawas and I went to watch Brazil versus Singapore match. The environment was crazy!! Everyone was cheering like theres no tomorrow! Tam-ba-la was being played. Just went the Brazil team steps onto the field, Everyone was screaming at the top of their lungs! Ronaldino was the first to appear.(that's the only thing that is a must to remember)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

The Brazilians passes was simply fantastic! I'm really speechless about it. It very accurate with a lot of precision. Gosh.. First goal scored, Everyone went wild. When Ronaldino scored the second goal, everyone went mad. And when Joe scored the last and final goal, everyone went berserk! The best part was that, the Brazilians celebrated in front of us. But some idiots behind, was super annoying. They keep shouting the keys to press for their psp. For example, CIRCLE CIRCLE CIRCLE.. NO NO NO TRIANGLE TRIANGLE TRIANGLE. SQUARE NOW SQUARE NOW SQUARE NOW!! They were shouting throughout the match.. Annoying freaks.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

After the match, Alif, Kamal, KimLai, Nawas and I, They went to KFC opposite the netball court. But since there was too many people queuing up, I decided to go home. Damn $15 for that ticket was really really worth it. =D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Well I'm uploading all the pictures to my xanga. If you want the actual picture which are not shrunk, Just leave me a message. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-4315441921530910819?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/4315441921530910819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=4315441921530910819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4315441921530910819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4315441921530910819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/08/slacking-way-too-much.html' title='Slacking way too much'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SJJLFBnBfjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/0ceScXWhUYU/s72-c/DSC06273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-1371581521614357746</id><published>2008-07-26T14:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:57:35.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believes brings in Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SIrHs_0EjoI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Jfd3biAglwA/s1600-h/DSC06038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SIrHs_0EjoI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Jfd3biAglwA/s320/DSC06038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227209893374889602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I send my condolence to the late canteen operator, Mr Daniel Hoe. He past on not long ago due to a cardiac arrest. In other words a heart attack. More and more people have died due to a cardiac arrest. How I wish there was something to prevent it from happening.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Yesterday, there was about 8 people that went to Plaza Sin. to catch Batman: The Dark Knight. It was hmmm.. Alright.. I didn't get the juice of the movie. But i understand a little here and there and I remembered very clearly that it was a lengthy show. About 2 and a half hours. Ate lots of of tidbits and got what i asked for. A sore-throat. Before the movie, we were at Yamaha. And as usual, Patrick got hook to the guitars. Met lots of people from 4e1, 4e2 and a few from 4e5.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

After the movie, Everyone came to Serangoon Garden to have their dinner. But Chomp Chomp was simply too pack with people (ren san ren hai XD). So they decided to take-away and come to my house to eat. Wayne and Linus left early, while BangHur and JitRen, stayed a little longer to watch the Beach Ball Babes. haha&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Today, came early to school to celebrate Matthew's birthday party. But many of them turn up late. So we had to celebrate in the class. Well, we were lucky to have Elson. He started the singing of the birthday song. Without him, I doubt anyone will sing. hahaha. And Mdm Lee was very kind. She let us celebrate and even help us get tissues for putting the cake. Thank You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-1371581521614357746?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/1371581521614357746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=1371581521614357746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1371581521614357746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/1371581521614357746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/07/believes-brings-in-faith.html' title='Believes brings in Faith'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SIrHs_0EjoI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Jfd3biAglwA/s72-c/DSC06038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-6862090099877103139</id><published>2008-07-18T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:57:36.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams can't take the place of loving you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SICQq3W6KeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/1XR4l3G36zE/s1600-h/santa_sucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SICQq3W6KeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/1XR4l3G36zE/s320/santa_sucks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224334633838717410" border="0" /&gt;read them!! read!!@#!@#!#!$$!@$!&lt;/a&gt;
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Another joyous week just flew past. And our o's just came closer to us by another week.  My social studies lesson was as fun as usual. Laughters always filled the surrounding. I seriously wonder, how did he come out with all the jokes?! All this jokes makes us laugh and it actually works on letting us remember something important! It's really impressive.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Today, I went to SAJC to sign the letter of approval for the Direct-School Admission (DSA). Well, I was quite lonely. I didn't know anyone there. My "seniors" were late, this left me dangling around the school and exploring half of the school. It was like, me traveling to Pluto to explore. The school is just too HUGE! I'm really happy that I was accepted to SAJC. I don't really know how to express this feeling. But it feels GREAT! Prelims will be important. I must work hard to achieve a decent grade for my prelims. I REALLY MUST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-6862090099877103139?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/6862090099877103139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=6862090099877103139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/6862090099877103139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/6862090099877103139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreams-cant-take-place-of-loving-you.html' title='Dreams can&apos;t take the place of loving you'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SICQq3W6KeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/1XR4l3G36zE/s72-c/santa_sucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6295364058914055774.post-4977684251598559526</id><published>2008-07-15T18:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:24:21.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sure my heart is for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fd237ce34b4e599c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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Well, I can't really ask for anything better. P.E was fun. Played Hand-Ball. My team won all the match. And clinch onto the champion title. As for our rewards, We were each given a bottle of lemonated-water. It's very refreshing. The whole school was let off at 12.30 due to the o's listening comprehension.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Went hougang mall to had our lunch. Had Long John Silver. Ate the new combo 1 PLUS a chocolate cream cake. I can't deny the fact that the chocolate cream cake taste so damn bloody good, and whenever I visit LJS, It's a MUST HAVE item. haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

After eating, Shaun had his ear piercing(above). He was really emotionless. Elson was suppose to get one piercing too. But he back down. Because of many reasons. Haha. All I know is that, I will never ever do a piercing on my body. Never will I even think of doing a tattoo on myself. Gosh. Just by imagining myself having tattoo, give me goosebumps. Hehhh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Listening comprehension was okay.. It wasn't really that straight forward as I expected it to be. Some of the questions there were really indirect. It was quite tough to me. I hope I will be able to score a DECENT grade for my chinese o's. May god bless me..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I shall not procrastinate any longer. I MUST REALLY FOCUS ON MY REVISION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6295364058914055774-4977684251598559526?l=killing-angkors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/feeds/4977684251598559526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6295364058914055774&amp;postID=4977684251598559526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4977684251598559526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6295364058914055774/posts/default/4977684251598559526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killing-angkors.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-sure-my-heart-is-for-you.html' title='I&apos;m sure my heart is for you'/><author><name>BenLim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092069872828778341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0uMJj-04snc/SAFgvSwToYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v8XdIChPVEo/S220/DSC00478_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
