<?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-11550926</id><updated>2012-01-18T02:12:41.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turnMachine : When style meets substance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>233</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114857256441826540</id><published>2006-05-25T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:56:04.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Louis!</title><content type='html'>Louis is finally, really leaving. After all the hoo-ha about it, he is REALLY leaving! But let's say he turns up in school next term, i wouldnt be surprise. Hahahaa considering the number of times he tells us something and does something totally opposite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i already promised myself not to blog anymore but for louis, my avid blog reader, this is my last! (at least in this year) Honoured not louweeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaa, Luwi, you're going back to your hometown soon, maybe the place where you can find your true happiness and where you can truly enjoy yourself. And stop complaining about how boring singapore is, cause i believe HK promises you with lots more exciting stuff to do, like clubbing in cantonese and bartop dancing with...what's that girl's name..Quee Nie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's actually quite sad that you're leaving! Although sometimes you like to irritate me and say really absurd things, i will still miss you lah k. OK ENOUGH TOO CHEESY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School life without you will be quite boring i guess, cause most of my jokes and fun revolves around stories about you. Sorry, but you're really a very good source of entertainment, i hope you dont mind. I know you mind, or else you wouldnt be giving up everything here to escape from us. If until now, you still feel unhappy about it, then really sorry. But you make so many people happy, isnt that all worthwhile afterall... oops. I can still vividly remember the gui kia stories... tako paochi... bathe in public pool anecdotes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest event was the one when we all found out about your hair rebonding activity. WAH REALLY funny man. I didnt know you are so hiaow and daring to go for hair rebond...When jared made fun of you, you kept saying crazy crazy but in the end you REALLY WENT FOR REBONDDD!! UNTIL LIKE TAKO PAOCHI SOMEMORE! HAhahahhahaAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many so many funny things happened with you but there's just so much i can say here and suddenly i feel i cant put everything down. I dont know why...maybe all the fun times we had cant be expressed simply, in a classic BenJ turnmachine Entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loueee Luey lulu chunpopo, sorry if i havent been a good host to you for your stay here in singapore. Actually i think you know the roads here better than me, but that's not the point, i should have brought to nice places. Since i doubt you will be coming back often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ARH please do put some effort in your grooming. As a friend i'm just telling you frankly so that your future school life will be more interesting and you will have a wider social circle. I mean, who wants to make friend with someone who scratches armpit, dig nose and erm, have mystery hair sticking out the face? No one right. Take no offence i'm just being the usual me talking to you, you should be quite used to it alr right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of all these teasing, i dont want you to leave with an unpleasant memory anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARh i really dont know what to say now. You shouldnt be leaving AT ALL! It really Ban Tu Er Fei. But it's your choice and if you're happy, i guess that's the best decision for you. I always believe in believing what your heart feels cause you will be most happy that way. And studying in university without take As is quite a bonus too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sure you will miss us right... But that's just part and parcel of life. You've just ended a chapter in your life and it's time to move on to the next. I wish u all the best in your future endeavours and pursuits. May you succeed in your own way in time to come and till then, hope to keep in touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BenJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114857256441826540?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114857256441826540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114857256441826540&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114857256441826540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114857256441826540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/05/farewell-louis.html' title='Farewell Louis!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114613249828035958</id><published>2006-04-27T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:08:18.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, Bye.</title><content type='html'>It's not difficult trying to search for this place, right? Anyway, it's not suppose to be difficult, i just wanted a place to store my blog and i didnt want to lose my URL...so that explains why this blog is still online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, after much thought i've decided to disappear from the blogosphere, maybe for good, but at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh, i'm giving up all that i spent one year bulding. All my memories and photos... I really did had a great time blogging. I do have a talent for blogging, dont i? Hahah..but A levels are coming and it's extremely crucial for me to do well. So i really need to concentrate on my work, one hour of blogging could mean one hour of revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm really giving up on this blog although i mentioned upteem times about it. I'm serious now and yup, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask me if i'm sad about it, i am.And this is not the right time to be blogging, furthermore, it wont get me anywhere. To those who cannot stand all my crap, congrats to you. You dont need to tolerate it anymore! But please dont judge me based on my blog. Please. I cant imagine people whom i dont know hating me, all because he read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who continuously supported turnmachine and enjoyed my posts, like xinying lynette lowell michkoo glen louis jiexuan zara band people class people..so many so many to name... Some i dont even know..but really, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last entry you'll be reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114613249828035958?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114613249828035958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114613249828035958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114613249828035958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114613249828035958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally-bye.html' title='Finally, Bye.'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114561630246607181</id><published>2006-04-21T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:58:18.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, today's &lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;, again. And finally i have time to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it just gets busier and busier until one day, we become immune. And we become, &lt;strong&gt;superhumans&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Wednesday were burnt out due to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; guitar concert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No, i'm not in guitar, but i helped out as&lt;em&gt; stage hands&lt;/em&gt; for their concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, the one who dont move chairs for my own concert, am actually helping to move chairs for other people's concert. HAhhaha!! Come to think of it, it's really quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than receiving CIP hours, the the fact that i made a few new friends and our efforts being appreciated made the entire thing much more enjoyable and endurable. I kinda like the guitar exco too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even took a &lt;strong&gt;CCA photo&lt;/strong&gt; with the Guitarians, how cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on, i have &lt;strong&gt;Adriel's Birthday party&lt;/strong&gt; to blog about, which was last sunday at Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much procastination, i'm finally done with all the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was suppose to be a surprise party planned by none other than, blur queen, &lt;strong&gt;Linzzie&lt;/strong&gt;. (if you remember, she's the one who &lt;a href="http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-play-game.html"&gt;cannot guess her own face&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put in so much effort to make it a surprise, such as hiding our heads below menu, calling adriel to check his whereabouts, but in the end, Linzzie, from her hideous actions, let the cat out of the bag. That's Linzzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we arrived half an hour earlier to sign this &lt;strong&gt;big silver card&lt;/strong&gt; Linzzie made,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/mrtwait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The design of the card is quite weird, it says ' &lt;em&gt;mirror mirror on the wall'&lt;/em&gt; on the cover followed by ' &lt;em&gt;wishing you the most most most happy birthday'&lt;/em&gt; inside. Absolutely no link, but well well, presenting to you again, Linzzie. (Linzzie is the one in pink top in the above pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now check out the Birthday Boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/happybirthdaya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/card2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like he's opening some treasure chest of smthn.. look at the glow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second surprise of the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;presenting the cake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/lingzicake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meal, we went photoWoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know whore is pronounced as hore, with the silent W?&lt;br /&gt;Linzzie didnt and she kept saying she's a photoWore and cracked us up during dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/adrielbenj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named this pic, Family cause i think they look extremely like one happy family with the mother looking disorientated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/deonlians.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lian sheng and Deon, my new friends. They're all adriel's friends but i dont really know them before but now i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/deonbenj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, that's all for adriel's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114561630246607181?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114561630246607181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114561630246607181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114561630246607181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114561630246607181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-todays-friday-again.html' title=''/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114536894311909278</id><published>2006-04-18T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:02:23.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wa. Lao. Eh.</title><content type='html'>This computer kinda sucks, ya know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour or so trying to familiarise myself with this computer, i still cant get moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.It's really quite slow and everytime i open up a new programme i can afford to walk out for a drink and come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The photoshop programme jams up everytime i try to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Imageready works but can only save as .psd format, meaning i cannot upload, so what's the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I cant install the freakin photoshop programme cause there's this system administrator thing and what uninstall shield. shield wad sai can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. MSN keep saying i'm not online and cannot sign in but if i'm not online how i get to blog surf and post this. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything i want to do, i cant do! And i'm typing quite slowly now cause this key board feels weird. The backspace button is smaller than usual and my finger keeps missing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I need sleep, i have no time to figure this anymore! Tomorrow's the guitar concert and i is going to be de backstage crew wearing band tee shirt. Cool not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, no homework for today and tomorrow, bye books, hi bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114536894311909278?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114536894311909278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114536894311909278&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114536894311909278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114536894311909278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/04/wa-lao-eh.html' title='Wa. Lao. Eh.'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114492647747504554</id><published>2006-04-13T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T19:07:57.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to go!</title><content type='html'>Yay! I got &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;band 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for my PW! Hahaha! Nothing actually, just wanna hao lian a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;3L&lt;/strong&gt; really did very well for PW! All of us got band 1 except 2 band 2s and band 2s arent bad anyway, so way to go&lt;strong&gt; 3L&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Poh if you happen to chance upon here, i think we ought to thank you for spending so much effort helping us in vetting our written report and giving constructive comments for our OP. And sorry for saying you pink leopard shoes obiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all continue to work hard and get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;100% 4As&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Talking about school work, things are piling up and up and it's never ending! Just one when manage you finish one tutorial, another one comes in and arh!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Now i'm starting to feel the pressure and maintaining this place is becoming harder! And i realise i'm updating less frequently and oh no, my entertainment value is dropping! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;And these few days the question of closing down my blog keeps hovering in my mind. On the one hand, it'll be good cause i can save some time and maybe it'll be good to not expose so much of my life to strangers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;On the other hand, i find it such a waste to close down this blog which i spent so much time building. And it's really quite nice to have people you dont know coming up saying you have a nice blog or your blog is really funny.( I'm not trying to hao lian, really.) Plus this is where i can keep my friends updated about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Haiii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114492647747504554?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114492647747504554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114492647747504554&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114492647747504554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114492647747504554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/04/way-to-go.html' title='Way to go!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114485795726929950</id><published>2006-04-12T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:05:57.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>It's going to be 12am soon and since i'm not doing anything now, i might as well just do a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, i think this has been a rather weird week for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading Life! in Sunday times, the horoscope section and it says something like "you might feel as though your friends are trying all out to make trouble for you and the best solution is to ignore...etc" I cant really remember but it's along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, i dont believe in it and i find it extremely untrue most of the times. But i think, this time, it's quite true. It's not as serious as it sounds, but i just feel a certain barrier between my friends these few days. It's a werid feeling. And some friends really suck as friends, a new revelation i made recently and it's really not worth the effort to even patronise them. So i shall heed the advice and, ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never hear before Ignorance is Bliss is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. So, ignore and my only friends now are tutorials and notes. I think they're really good friends cause they teach me useful things and they cant do anything to you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, i just realised tomorrow's the release of PW RESULTS! ARH! Thinking of it sets my adrenaline pumping. Ok, i must have more faith in myself, and believe i can achieve my desired grade. I realise i lack faith and it's maybe cause i'm too afraid of disappointing myself. I need to believe in myself more cause the most powerful thing is your mind, if you believe in something, it'll come true. I know God wont disappoint me and if i do badly, there's always a good reason behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, during the bus ride home, i realised &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will make a very good mother, serious. She kept talking about how she want to be a, listen carefully, HOUSEWIFE when she grow older and how she want to keep a SCRAPBOOK for her child next time and she'll take pictures every week to show the GROWTH. Funny right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you dont need to be a housewife what, you can still work"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reply was that she wants to take care of her children full time and she cannot trust maids especially nowadays when maid crime is on the rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i mean, true true... but she's only 17 and already having such thoughts and plans about her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, i conclude that Joy will be a very good motherly mother. And her children will be fortunately fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still single and available by the way, send in your application form with a full size and close up picture of yourself along with full personal particulars to &lt;a href="mailto:turnmachine@gmail.com"&gt;turnmachine@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; Successful applicants will be notified by post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this friday is good friday! Woohoo! I love long weekends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114485795726929950?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114485795726929950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114485795726929950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114485795726929950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114485795726929950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/04/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114475916924517157</id><published>2006-04-11T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:44:54.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a long ride...</title><content type='html'>It's actually quite relaxing to sit comfortably on the pvc seat of 156, listening to my ipod and dozing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...minus the drooling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114475916924517157?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114475916924517157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114475916924517157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114475916924517157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114475916924517157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-long-ride.html' title='It&apos;s a long ride...'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114468155910888442</id><published>2006-04-10T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:05:59.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek!</title><content type='html'>Grey's Anatomy is starting in 20 minutes and i'm setting myself a challenge to complete this entry in 15 mintutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a holiday. No, not really, we still went back for an extra lesson. I learnt polymerisation in 2 hrs and we went for mini class lunch and i had 2 &lt;strong&gt;tissue pratas&lt;/strong&gt;! Junction 8 Food Court sells tissue pratas you know that? The big, triangular hat shape prata. It's called paper prata actually. And it's by far, the cheapest food available in the entire food court, $1.50 for one, quite reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, that's not the point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i want to say is i finally bought my &lt;strong&gt;Geek Specs&lt;/strong&gt;! Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/specs1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's suppose to look Funky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to look this specs since it has been in fashion but i just couldnt find a cheap one! I just wanted to buy and wear for fun what, buy so expensive one for what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially i thought this kind of specs at most cost like $20 since it's merely plastic &lt;-- a type of polymer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i was wrong, cause at all the spectacle shops i've been to, it is unreasonably priced at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;$98&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (and above) WITHOUT DEGREES! Waaaddeheow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only plastic! SELL SO EXPENSIVE FOR WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the cheapo, i never got the specs. Until today when i went to Bugis Street, i saw it for only $8! And it doesnt look any different from those i saw earlier. &lt;em&gt;Go bugis street!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So talking about the Geeky specs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hi to Mr Geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sp2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!! Does it look Geeky enough? I think it suits the overall mugger image i'm trying to achieve. But thing is, this pair of specs has no degrees so i cant really see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sp3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siao gin nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i let &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pepsi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; try on the geek specs and i think he looks really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sp4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! Time is running out and i must plant myself in front of the TV soon together with a can of pringles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And go get yourself a pair of &lt;strong&gt;Geek Specs&lt;/strong&gt; and you can&lt;em&gt; Hi Five&lt;/em&gt; with me when we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! You look super geekish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah man, high five!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114468155910888442?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114468155910888442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114468155910888442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114468155910888442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114468155910888442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/04/geek.html' title='Geek!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114449383169961074</id><published>2006-04-08T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:57:11.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening ceremony!</title><content type='html'>After one year of warming up, the school is finally holding it's official Opening Ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a grand affair, considering they spent &lt;strong&gt;10 000 dollars&lt;/strong&gt; on the big tent at the parade square and Prime Minister being out guest-of-honour alongside with his entire troop of PAP friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM Lee is really tall, almost on par with Mr Hodge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was made to come to school at&lt;em&gt; 830am&lt;/em&gt; today and the thing only started at&lt;strong&gt; 10am&lt;/strong&gt;! WAA LAO! And they didnt even take attendance cause everyone was scattered everywhere.. but i managed to kill some time playing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pass The Song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with milo cai xin and glen. It's a veh fun game especially when Milo kept distorting the song halfway into some ET song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with me singing a portion of a song, excluding the lyrics to milo then milo will pass the song to cai xin the cai xin to glen and glen will guess the song. It's very funny cause the songs either get cut short terribly or it gets distorted into a totally different song, like how &lt;em&gt;Ji Mo Bian Jie&lt;/em&gt; became &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incredibles&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally 10am arrived, so did &lt;strong&gt;Prime Minister Lee&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/PM.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's the best i got.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasnt a very grand entrance, maybe it's cause i was watching from LT 1 from a very louyapok cameraman. PM appeared out of nowhere and you know what, i think the cameraman is &lt;strong&gt;psychotic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE KEPT FILMING PEOPLE'S BUTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's no enough, there's one point when the screen shaked so badly i thought there was Tsunami...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual speeches and then there was a &lt;em&gt;special song&lt;/em&gt; composed by dont know who and i must say it sounds weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 ended in half an hours which was very fast in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following which was rather disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toooo crowded.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ineffective use of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They invited people from all 3 raffles school plus parents, which is a lot of people! And only one block level space was utilised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO WALK?! I could hardly even walk through the large masses of people. And &lt;strong&gt;Haunted House&lt;/strong&gt; was having a super long queue we couldnt play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/PM2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why they dont open up the Hall and specs gallery area for stalls too? I think it'll be more comfortable and maybe set up games stall too! School admin are u listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PLUS THE FOOD IS DAMN EXPENSIVE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very hungry after the talk so i took out my wallet, got my money ready and wanted to eat like a siao gin nah. But to my utmost disappointment the food was so expensive, my modest wallet cannot afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, WHO SELLS 2 HOTDOGS FOR $3?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;strong&gt;OREO MILKSHAKE&lt;/strong&gt; I BOUGHT COSTS $2.50! And it actually looks like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear Factor drink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; where they blend in the caterpilla millipede... I ACTUALLY BOUGHT IT. They actually didnt blend properly and the ice are all still in cubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, whenever i equate the prices to how many chicken rice i can buy with it, i dont feel like buying it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food doesnt look appetizing to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must they sell so expensive, why! I know it's for charity but the prices are extremely marked up. Everyone's suppose to have fun right but i didnt. I had to squeeze and manoeuvre through the crowd and i cannot even find &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;decent worthy food&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, i had to be thick skinned and go to the &lt;strong&gt;reception&lt;/strong&gt; for food. HAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i got there i saw louis already eating a whole plate of food. HHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food looks soggy so i just got a few finger food to suppress my hunger then we went out to J8 for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So opening ceremony, in my opinion, was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disatisfactory.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114449383169961074?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114449383169961074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114449383169961074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114449383169961074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114449383169961074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/04/opening-ceremony.html' title='Opening ceremony!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114442193350309696</id><published>2006-04-07T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:58:53.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her manager says</title><content type='html'>Since Aunty May loves to show her armpits so much, her manager has decided to call her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Armpit May.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised something about my blog. I realised that if you are totally unrelated to me, you wont understand most of my entries and find them silly. Am i right? Ok, maybe i should stop making up stories (although they're really funny) and blog about more &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these days i have not many events to blog about anyway cause i'm trapped in school life again. Oh there's ORA tomorrow! I'm actually looking forward to the Opening Ceremony albeit only being able to watch LIVE TELECAST in LT1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, i'm going for haunted house, funfair and maybe peep into the bone marrow test room...and take pictures.. Ok, should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather recently has been very weird. It's super duper hot in the afternoon and then it starts pouring in the evening, resulting in very humid weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm migrating to australia this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of the weather, the mosquito population is thriving and i'm suffering from a lot of mosquito bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a mosquito waking you wake in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can literally hear the mosquito buzzing at my ears! Serious. And the mosquitos bite the weirdest positions, like my ear which contains no blood but bone juice, soles of my feet which is very thick and i dont know how they can penetrate?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wont even let my face off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114442193350309696?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114442193350309696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114442193350309696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114442193350309696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114442193350309696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/04/her-manager-says.html' title='Her manager says'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114423061634358279</id><published>2006-04-05T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T17:50:16.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up wake up!!</title><content type='html'>There's something wrong with the poll box, sometimes i dont see the poll at all and sometimes it doesnt allow people to vote! And the votes are not coming in! Arh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. You get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we've gotten back all our papers after waiting for so long! Everytime i hear things about the results from other people and i get quite worried. Things like, half the cohort fail and erm, average mark for compo is 24 blah blah.. Anyway i really did veh badly for this CTsss!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAKE UP ARH WAKE UP!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this can probably be attributed to the fact i'm always either late for tutorials or totally didnt do at all and also spacing out during lectures. I did that last year and manage to get away with it BUT NOW ARH IS SIBEI CANNOT MAKE IT. Everyone around me catching up and i'm still stagnant, even dropped a few places down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means i need to buck up. I think seeing my progress report this term will shock myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, after listing my undone tutorials since last month, i have about 16. HAHAHAHHAH!!! 16 UNDONE TUTORIALS CAN U BELIEVE IT! Ok, it's not suppose to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serious. -_-&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;---- serious look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  you know in JC there's no formal system to determine your overall results and it's very hard to comare with your friends right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like AABB and AAAC, which is better? You know, something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's so competitive, we must compete and competition brings improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come up with a new system. It's called &lt;strong&gt;The L1R4&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the latest thing in school and if you dont know how to calculate, you're as loser as someone who wears &lt;strong&gt;high black poka dots socks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually similar to our very familiar L1R5 system and it's much easier cause we dont have A1 A2 B3 now...everything's simplified to ABCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L1 : General Paper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R1-4: A-level subject. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A-1 pt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B-2 pts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C-3 pts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D-4 pts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E-5 pts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O-6 pts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F-7 pts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's say you got B3 for GP, A for chem, B for physics, C for bio and D for Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yourL1R4 will be, &lt;strong&gt;3 + 1 + 2 + 3 + 4= 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So start calculating your L1R4 now! I calculated mine and it's horrendous. I mean, it's so bad i cant even enter Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you manage to get below 10, you've done very well! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop working&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and give others a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you scored above 20, then better work hard! Do 3 tutorials in advance for every subject and you'll do fine the next CT :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114423061634358279?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114423061634358279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114423061634358279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114423061634358279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114423061634358279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/04/wake-up-wake-up.html' title='wake up wake up!!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114407268588801100</id><published>2006-04-03T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:58:12.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's this department in school</title><content type='html'>That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today, when i need to ask a question in our commontest, i get referred &lt;strong&gt;thrice &lt;/strong&gt;to different teachers and when finally i managed to make my way to the staff room, the teacher is absent. I mean, what's up with this department of teachers?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you didnt mark that question? SO WHAT? Why cant just answer the question? I think &lt;em&gt;Lazy&lt;/em&gt; is the word to describe them. With a simple " &lt;em&gt;you have to ask the setter&lt;/em&gt;" or " &lt;em&gt;i dont know&lt;/em&gt;" they evade their basic responsibility to clear a student's doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i result, all i got for my question from my very own tutor was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What i can say is, you might have the correct answer, but the method can still be wrong"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waddeheow! This my 70 yr old grandmother can answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even mentioning about how lacking their notes are and they actually have the audacity to include their names in every single page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This department in school need&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; serious revamp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's see if great minds think alike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.blogpoll.com/poll/view_Poll.php?type=java&amp;poll_id=56335"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114407268588801100?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114407268588801100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114407268588801100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114407268588801100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114407268588801100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/04/theres-this-department-in-school.html' title='there&apos;s this department in school'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114399969174515475</id><published>2006-04-03T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T01:41:31.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a secret birthday party...</title><content type='html'>While everyone's asleep already, i'm still blogging! In the middle of the night. Everything's really quiet this night, i dont know why. Even the roads are extremely quiet when i was returning home, strange... i think singapore has gone into a curfew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm blogging at such an ungodly hour cause i know if i dont blog now, i wont ever blog. And after an hour of quick photoediting, i'm finally ready to photoblog! Come to think of it, it's been quite some time since i blogged a photoentry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, 2nd of April, we had a secret birthday party! To celebrate Hongsheng and youmin's birthday! Happy birthday to you two again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's suppose to be secret, but since i'm already blogging, it's not really a secret. Arh, you wont understand, nevermind, let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Aunty May, i made her a complimentary Aunty May Postcard. (refer to previous entry) You think i'm kidding?! I carried the postcard all the way from clementi to orchard through, braving through hundreds of commuters on the way who kept giving queer looks when they saw my postcard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/firstpic.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May was definitely pleased to see her very own merchandize being presented to her by none other than her manger, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while i was on the way there on the train, i suddenly received a super funny phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BENJ YOU MUST FASTER COME! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOUIS SPENT $150 TO REBOND HIS HAIR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OKOK! I AM REACHING IN 3 STOPS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time i had something to look forward to in a train ride. And until now i still couldnt believe the fact that louis, went to REBOND HIS HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started out as a joke cause jared kept jokingly asked him to RELAX his curly wurly hair. All the while louis kept pushing the idea aside, giving excuses like it's very expensive..blah blah. But we all know he secretly check out prices, Singapore and HongKong, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, in attempt to fulfil his makeover dream. He did the first step, HAIR REBOND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to see how is it? Ok, since i'm in a good mood, i decide to give you a snapshot of our very own rebond participant, louis chong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/takopachi.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The font was specially chosen for him to suit his overall, Tako Paochi Ambassodor image. I mean, dont you think he looks like the octopus in tako paochi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/losershoe.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paying for dinner,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leeying collecting money from louis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/70cents.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After paying for our really expensive dinner, we went in to seoul garden. Personally i dont really like seoul garden cause it's expensive and troublesome. You have to cook the food yourself and go out smelling like smoke. Plus you never know when the oil shoots out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/seoul.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;While waiting for the food...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/row.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to take May, in her sexy robe but all her did was to show her armpits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/umin.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/birthday.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After dinner,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/liftseoul.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lift scene where everyone looks funny...and not to forget our very own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/liftworker.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outside the streets...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/lowellme.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/lastpicseoul.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, it's almost 2am now. I better go get some sleep! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114399969174515475?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114399969174515475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114399969174515475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114399969174515475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114399969174515475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/04/secret-birthday-party.html' title='a secret birthday party...'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114382395576596124</id><published>2006-04-01T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:52:35.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aunty May!</title><content type='html'>IT's&lt;strong&gt; Aunty May's birthday&lt;/strong&gt; today! And here's turnmachine wishin her a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;smashin great 18th Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is by far, the first entry dedicated to someone for birthday and it's on the dot somemore, happy not aunty may! Aunty May, ever since she signed contract with me to as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;turnmachine artiste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has been a hot favourite. mwahaha! (in case may is giving her zhao pai HUH? act again, the contract is a one-way thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her breakthrough role was to participate in a &lt;strong&gt;reality-showentry&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;a href="http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/aunty-may-says-i-do.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aunty May says I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which has i think the most hits, even until now. Congratulations Aunty May! Applaud her leh, i mean, she even got herself a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has appeared in so many of my entries i really must thank her for being so sporting. (actually she's usually the last one to know if she appeared)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally 18, attached, happy, as her manager, i'm quite proud of her. Good job aunty may! But before her stomach starts showing and all, i'll be helping her to once again, further her career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from all the Baby milk powder advertisements, diapers endorsements, i've prepared something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aunty May's Merchandise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new concept and i bet aunty may is eager to try out this idea too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only for turnmachine readers, you get a sneak preview of &lt;strong&gt;Aunty May's Number 1 Product, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May I Love You Postcards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/postcard.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May I Love You Postcards&lt;/strong&gt;, or known as&lt;strong&gt; MIL Postcards&lt;/strong&gt; are great for wedding gifts and wedding door gifts. The blissful looks on their faces are a joy to see and will definitely lighten the hearts of newly weds. Just look at May, isnt she cute? (HAHAHAHHA!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's &lt;strong&gt;ONLY 1.99&lt;/strong&gt; ! Cheapo gift, sincere thought. What else you expect! Even if you do not have friends getting married, you can still write to your friends using&lt;strong&gt; MIL Postcards&lt;/strong&gt;, it'll certainly put on a wide smile on your friends' faces. I can gaurantee you that. Plus, &lt;strong&gt;Aunty May Merchandise&lt;/strong&gt; is the cOOLEST tHING IS TOWN NOW HOW CAN YOU NOT HAVE ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aunty May Merchandise, a must have. I have mine, have you got yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114382395576596124?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114382395576596124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114382395576596124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114382395576596124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114382395576596124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-aunty-may.html' title='Happy Birthday Aunty May!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114372088949081058</id><published>2006-03-30T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:14:50.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm dissolving...</title><content type='html'>Somehow i'm feeling non-existent these days. I feel i'm transparent. I can easily blend into the background anywhere, like a wall paper and this really sucks. Hellloooo... I'm floating around school, oblivious to everything's that's happening. And i dont feel exactly alive, maybe one day when i walk down the canteen i'll burst into carbon dioxide molecules and vanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, these few days are seriously not&lt;em&gt; my days&lt;/em&gt;. Really apologize for this whole series of depressing entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i thought things seem bad enough already, i experienced another minimum point and i can only say i'm extremely disappointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a silly red swollen left eye this morning cause i rubbed my eyes too much while sleeping and when i woke up my left eye could hardly open. That sucked a little, especially early in the morning. That's not the main story, it's just the prelude. Bad omen bad omen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So throughout the day i wasnt feeling comfortable. But somehow i was also oblivious to things around, so everything just kept going by and i just sat and watched things move. And i realise i've quietened down since after the commontest break, except for teasing louis sometimes. I think i've gained more&lt;strong&gt; IQ&lt;/strong&gt; over the week, so my&lt;strong&gt; EQ&lt;/strong&gt; dropped some level. Hahah! You know i always think that a person can only have a certain level of&lt;strong&gt; IQ + EQ&lt;/strong&gt;. So if you're really smart, like for example, maybe you're a GEP &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(just jokin!),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then you'll most likely be a werido and have a low level of EQ and so have few friends, or maybe you have, but no &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt; friends to speak of. You dont believe me, you look at autistic kids who shut themselves up in their own world, some of them are extremely talented, like say, in music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as i was saying friendships seems really superficial i feel, especially in rj. It's really difficult to find really nice, sincere friends whom you can depend on when you're in need. Everyone around me seems to be living in a &lt;strong&gt;symbiotic relationship&lt;/strong&gt; whereby friendships are based on what each party stands to benefit. Now even friendships exist politics. Actually maybe i should be a nicer person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing about being nice is, you are always at the losing end, really! When you're nice, you'll be made use, that's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... What a sad life you have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lah, you know when you're feeling low, all those kind of sad shit comes into your mind and i just kept typing typing without realising i sound zi bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know all you kpo young minds must be asking why am i feeling so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's because i got an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; for my chem. Ok you didnt get the O so you wont understand how i feel. It feels extremely disappointing and bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time i'm scoring so lowwwwwww and i think a lot of people too. When i got back my mcq, realising i got a measly &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4/15&lt;/span&gt; i almost vomitted fresh blood. You see, if i scored 4 cause i spent 1 min&lt;strong&gt; filling everything C&lt;/strong&gt; i wouldnt have felt this bad, but the thing i spent 45minutes thinking and i still got 4 ! HOW DOES THAT FEEL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i dont want to dwell on it anymore but i think there's a reason for me to score such a pitiful mark. I need to be jailed. This mark equates to&lt;strong&gt; 2 days of studying gone down the drain&lt;/strong&gt;. I WASTED 2 DAYS OF MY HOLIDAYS, 48 HOURS OF MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing was i still had the audacity to feel that the paper was ok. This is a secret, i only told myself that. OK OK AND OK AND I GOT WHAT SHIT. HUH WHAT SHIT. On one hand i feel extremely paiseh, on the other i feel extremely disappointed in myself. Cause as much as i think the paper is difficult, i dont think my O is justified cause the questions are really do-able wad...qi guai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QI GUAI! WHY I STILL GET SUCH SHIT HEAD SCORE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a change in my working attitude. CT is a fire alarm for me to change. One by one, you all watch out , i'm going to &lt;strong&gt;top the level&lt;/strong&gt; in the next chem test. Watch out for my big name ok, my aim is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;92/100 A*.&lt;/span&gt;  ANYONE WHO SCORES &lt;strong&gt;92.5&lt;/strong&gt; I WILL HANG PIG HEAD (FRESH) ON YOUR HOUSE DOOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Just kiddin. I'm not that stupid ok, get 70 also A get 99 also A why push so hard to get 99!? Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, anyway, yah i'm really upset over this chem mark. And louis the idiot delibrately came over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you got O also arh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but my O higher than yours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a very proud thing to be publicising widely, but i think i'm quite perverted. I like to publicise all my louya mark like when i got 4 for MCQ i turn around to tell everyone. HAHAH! SIAO OR NOT. But if i happen to score decently, i prefer to keep quiet cause i really hate hao lian people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's werid. Sometimes when i have expectations for something, i end up disappointing myself and when i dont have any expectations i tend to do better then i thought i could. It's really weird and i think a lot of people felt this way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, ill be receiving more of my papers, and i'm mentally prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'm going to write my will now... bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114372088949081058?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114372088949081058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114372088949081058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114372088949081058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114372088949081058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-dissolving.html' title='i&apos;m dissolving...'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114362991945389811</id><published>2006-03-29T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:58:39.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling low. When things seem to get better, something must go wrong. I feel like i'm stuck in a dead end and i cant do anything to help myself. This makes me feel really uncertain and i'm just shutting myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the way, it's nothing to do with yesterday's entry and yesterday's entry was done for fun, you think i care so much about my hair... it's only but a bale of hay..haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114362991945389811?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114362991945389811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114362991945389811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114362991945389811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114362991945389811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114328452438965414</id><published>2006-03-25T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T02:24:38.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TurnMachine turns One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This entry wasnt suppose to be this late! turnMachine turns one on 25th March, not 26th, the day which you're probably reading now. I was typing halfway until i'm suppose to go for dinner and i didn't expect myself to reach home this late! Haha Anyway, here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybodaaaay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Today, turnMachine's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;One year Old&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog celebrate its One year old birthday with a grand total of 224 posts, no, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;225&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; including this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I know it's a bit&lt;em&gt; bo liao&lt;/em&gt; to celebrate birthday for erm, a blog, but i like my blog so much, i decided to celebrate. But i mean, maintaining a blog for &lt;em&gt;365 days&lt;/em&gt; is really not an easy thing ok and i did it! So, this calls for a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, dont ask me why i called named my blog &lt;strong&gt;turnMachine&lt;/strong&gt;, cause i've almost no idea either. All i knew was i wanted to create a blog and after putting in much thought i came up with turnMachine cause my favourite thing to do when i was young is to turn machine. Erm, wait, do you know what's a turnmachine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are turnmachines, the cheena type. I prefer the japanese type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/942/1600/ben%20pics%20168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/942/320/ben%20pics%20168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually being the &lt;em&gt;slightly zi lian&lt;/em&gt; person, i wanted to use my name, but you know,&lt;strong&gt; benjamin&lt;/strong&gt; is how common nowadays. Almost 3 in 20 males are named benjamin, if not ben. Then i tried the most cliche thing of spelling my name backwards, like &lt;em&gt;ookellehcim.diaryland.com&lt;/em&gt;.. That was tough right! So nimajneb.blogspot.com was of course immediately rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the best i could answer to why is my blog called turnMachine. And do you know, the icons at my sidebar are some of my turnmachine items!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading until this far already. It's a little bit of history and it's boring but i still must say. Oh and i must&lt;strong&gt; thank&lt;/strong&gt; everyone who have been supporting this insignicant corner of the blogosphere! (That's actually one major reason for me to keep bloggging and posssting...really!)And it feels good to have people saying "interesting blog!" and "you've a nice blog!" =] On the other hand, it's quite uncomfortable sometimes to blog 'yourself' and let people, including many people i dont know to judge you by your blog. (I think my blogging personality is different from the real person i am, so dont get the wrong idea! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real life, i'm super nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think my blog is really happening and so far my blogging journey has been rather exciting. You see, first got some &lt;strong&gt;guai tai person R&lt;/strong&gt;. who left a whole series of weird comments since the Library Incident (i deleted that post alr). Then came &lt;strong&gt;gua tai 2, Mr K&lt;/strong&gt;, who came to hack my blog! WAH. At the point in time i really didnt expect anyone to hack my blog that's why i didnt feel the need to change my chaojiwudi easy password. Many small happenings in between but, nevermind, it's all nice and fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiit, all these things sound super cheesy! But dont blame me cause i'm feeling extremely cheesy after singing all the &lt;strong&gt;emo chinese songs&lt;/strong&gt; just now.. haha! I was at KTV with my family just now, very cheap! Only 10 bucks an hour at Chevrons but it's quite rowdy outside with all the smoking going on. Not my type of place, kbox is still a more pleasant place to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KBOX CAN YOU PLEASE GIVE ME VIP MEMBERSHIP, i'm always promoting FREE! I deserve a 50% percent discount everytime plus i always bring all my friends there..see how supportive am i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i think if i continue with my speech all of you are going to be bored to death and not come here anymore, so i shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Happy birdday turnMachine!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, last but not least, to reward you for reading this entire cheesy piece of article, here's a picture of Pepsi for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/942/1600/Resize%20Wizard-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/942/320/Resize%20Wizard-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH I HATE MOSQUITOES WHO BITE PEOPLE'S SOLES. THE BITES ARE EXTREMELY ITCHY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114328452438965414?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114328452438965414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114328452438965414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114328452438965414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114328452438965414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/03/turnmachine-turns-one.html' title='TurnMachine turns One!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114321555458691006</id><published>2006-03-24T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:52:34.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired man!</title><content type='html'>Whooop! I went out the entire day! And i'm very tired now, so i'll keep it short but will still post some pictures. Haha! How can an entry be complete without pictures right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set off early today for &lt;strong&gt;kbox at marina square&lt;/strong&gt;! By the way marina square is a huge, spacious shopping arcade now. I heard it used to be very run down but i cant remember anything. If you havent been there, i reccomend you to go, &lt;strong&gt;BenJ gives 4 out of 5 Stars&lt;/strong&gt; for its wide range of entertainment facilities, but minus one star cause everything's expensive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after dinner, i still made it down for tuition today despite feeling extremely exhausted after a heavy meal at kenny roger's and walking the entire day in my&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; imitation converse shoe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. hahaha! One thing about imitation shoes is that they are cheap and look good but you have to compromise on the comfort of your feet and in the long run it's not good for the legs. So i only wear them for short days...By the way, i have &lt;strong&gt;real zheng zhong shoes&lt;/strong&gt;, in case you're thinking i only patronise cheapo goods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being &lt;strong&gt;Energizer&lt;/strong&gt;, the never say die battery, i managed to sit through 2 hrs of tuition by a luo suo ah pek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i came home and realised my sister bought me a&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;green guitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's smaller than the normal guitar i think... but thing is... i cant play guitar for nuts and how am i suppose to play with it! All i know is to stum the guitar anyhow but Pepsi keeps barking whenever i does that. I think he's trying to sing along! Pepsi is really cute right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, i'm tired and i need sleep. So i shall just post up the pictures now. And i really have to say i look extremely weird in the photos, and i think it's cause i was sleep deprived yesterday, remember i drank coffee at mac cafe at 11pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kbox !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/bargirl.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy, no i mean, lynette and HK Gangster district manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/plasma.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, i love the plasma screen man. They gave us a big room with 3 TVS! One being this plasma tv although there were only 3 people.. Reallllly nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUTSIDE KBOX LOITERING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/louishandbag.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your HK district manager again, holding onto a obasan handbag this time, trying to commit social suicide and succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DINNER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/kennyrogers.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High class dining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all for today's picture. I have a few more though but they're extremely guaitai looking ( i mean myself), no lah, actually i'm just lazy to post. Posting pictures takes a lot of effort ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, one last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/guitar.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My green guitar. GG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114321555458691006?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114321555458691006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114321555458691006&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114321555458691006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114321555458691006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/03/tired-man.html' title='Tired man!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114313974039757844</id><published>2006-03-24T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T02:49:00.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relieved</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Finally finally, commontest has ended! Feels really good to be able to sit in front of the computer without feeling guilty at all.. And it's great to be able to break out of that vicious cycle of study, sleep, eat,study, test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more books, no more notes, no more files and no more test for the time being. I've already cleared my table and kept all my notes, i'm going to forget all about school work for this entire weekend at least. Wah, i feel as if i've just removed a heavy load off my chest, and it really feels good, not joking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been some time since i can properly come online, do the usual stuff and msn-ing and now i'm very high. YOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO ANYONE THERE!!!! Life's back to normal again! I CAN SEE THE STARS NOW!! YOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to spread the excitement, can you feel it? I dont know why, but this commontest ONE seems to be very tedious and draining, do you feel the same too? Maybe cause we've more difficult things to understand and maybe a bit too little time. But it's good in a way, it builds up the momentum for this year. And now that it's over, i'm extremely thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, i have 3 FREE DAYS! I'm going to enjoy my entire 3 days to the MAX, by, for example, not sleeping, see now, it's 2.20am and i'm still here blogging shows how i'm maximising my time. Talking about sleeping late, i'm really amazed by how people can sleep at 5.30am to study and wake up at 7.30am! HOLY COW! (in high pitched ang moh slang) 2 hours of sleep to last the entire thing! That's prolly the last thing i can do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fortunately, i dont have CCA this weekend, so that calls for another celebration. I feel a lil sorry for those who still have to turn up in school for training.. just remember to enjoy your training so your time will pass faster and easier... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after commontest, i went home straight away and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not, I where got so unhappening, like you meh! Just joking, but then after CT go home and sleep is wrong in my book of principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we anyhow organise and ended up the same few people going out again! HAHA! Really cant depend on my class for such things. 3L!! Can we just go out ALTOGETHER FOR ONCE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today we broke record by spending only a miraculous 3s to decide where to go and where to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/cheers2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we landed up in MARCHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, marche is a place of potatoes. Rosti (spelt like that?) , mash potato, blah blah, everything is potato! And the things are not cheap anyway. We spent 80 over bucks eating POTATOES , can you believe it! Ok, the seafood platter is not potato, but still, the majority of our food is potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, post-commontest is still worthy of celebration =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/cheers.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriel was acting busy behind, spoiling the festive mood, so i had to crop out his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich we made our way to esplanade roof top, the chao romantic place where we caught a couple kiss for about 5 minutes. This makes me wonder how can people kiss so long, in public. You mean they dont need to breathe meh, i mean, isnt it very difficult to breathe when you kiss so long.. hahaha!.. Call me ignorant, but i really dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the point. We slacked over at the roof top, enjoyed the breezy feel and serenity for almost an hour before a tmd cockroach ran across our legs. HHAHAHA!! Come to think of it, it's really funny!  Wad a spoiler right, the darn cockroach. Imagine you are about to kiss your partner and a cockroach run across your leg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so, that's about it before we went over to marina square to have MAC CAFE until they closed shop. We practically comed the whole city hall area today and i had a great time. Arrh, it's been a long long time since i last laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really blessed to have such funny friends around. You should've looked at how glen used $2.50 worth of loose change to purchase large fries and found out that he was 10 cents short after the cashier painstakingly counted the coins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, that's all for now ok, it's almost 3am already and i've kbox session tmr! Look at how much i'm enjoying myself! Go out go out of your house now and play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the only time i go out and play without feeling guilty, cause i did work hard for commontest and it's time for a much deserved break! WOOHOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114313974039757844?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114313974039757844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114313974039757844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114313974039757844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114313974039757844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/03/relieved.html' title='Relieved'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114302078569510341</id><published>2006-03-22T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:46:25.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more to gO!!</title><content type='html'>Yay, see i'm still faithfully blogging despite all the commontest fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good, right. Anyway, i've been down with running nose these few days and my nose is dripping dripping and dripping non-stop. The worst was yesterday during maths when half of my table was covered with tissue and i looked as though i cried cause of the paper! OH MAN how loser was that! I think people who cry over a paper is really, really silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i can say, was one of the most loser day in school. And as a result i kept skipping questions and i can forsee that i'm going to score my worst &lt;em&gt;maths &lt;/em&gt;result so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK STOP IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy thing is, i've only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONE MORE TO GO!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yay. I mean YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finally i can chuck my books aside for&lt;em&gt; a few days&lt;/em&gt;. Hahah, although it's only a FEW DAYS I AM STILL VERY CONTENTED.  And i can go out formally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you the truth, i havent went out properly since the start of march holidays. I was practically at home throughout the holidays. So, to reward myself for being such a closet kid, i bought &lt;strong&gt;MINI MAGNUMS&lt;/strong&gt;! Mini magnum isnt that mini actually, mini conetto is really &lt;em&gt;mini.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, after CHEM TMR, i will be back! OK! SeE YA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114302078569510341?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114302078569510341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114302078569510341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114302078569510341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114302078569510341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/03/1-more-to-go.html' title='1 more to gO!!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114286618509228049</id><published>2006-03-20T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:49:45.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No moooood</title><content type='html'>I shouldnt be here now. I shouldnt be even blogging but i really cannot take it anymore. I cant concentrate and i cant study for tomorrow! WHat's WRONG?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's cause of Bio today. I dont like to comment on test papers but today's bio is really a waste of my time and effort. Study already everything FORGET CAN. I dont know why i keep forgetting my facts, maybe it's cause i didnt study thoroughly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND CAN THEY JUST STOP ASKING PEOPLE TO DRAW GENETIC DIAGRAMS. STOP IT STOP ITTTTTT. I CANT DRAW! And i think it's extremely stupid to draw something you already know. You know you will produce 81 purple flowers then SO BE IT why make your life difficult by trying to draw up some funny diagrams. And i think one shouldnt even predict what colour flower offspring cause it'll be more exciting not knowing anything and when the flower blooms you get a surprise! ISNT THAT NICER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARH. You wont know what i'm talking about. I'm j ust trying to vent all my pent-up feelings about the bio paper. And now i'm worrying for my maths and i dont feel like doing anything about it, SO HOW. If i get 4 Ds for my commontest i'm going vomit fresh blood ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love commontest, i'm lovin' it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114286618509228049?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114286618509228049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114286618509228049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114286618509228049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114286618509228049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-moooood.html' title='No moooood'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114261061433308159</id><published>2006-03-17T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:52:22.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But..but..i dont feel stressed!</title><content type='html'>There's something wrong with my biological system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been experiencing all the symptoms of stress lately but, seriously, i dont feel stressed at all.. My hair is falling off, i'm sick and i cant sleep soundly at night. My nose is giving me problems again and sometimes i hope that i can pluck it off and just survive on 2 holes. No no, i take back what i said, that'll be extremely gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think stress is working unconsciously. Does anyone know what can i do? Ok, the problem is simple if you experience all these symptoms cause you're really feeling stressed, but i dont feel anything, so how can i stop the stress. How? If i dont cure myself, i'm going to turn into a bald zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i have nothing much to blog about as you know, muggerlife can never be exciting. Unlike louis, who is currently travelling around Asia, dont know do what and almost got put into prison. Hanky panky sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only halfway through my mugging journey and as always, behind schedule. This time i actually very worried for maths cause being such a retarded kid, esp with my retarded hair now, i'm not those who can grasp concepts and formula quickly and not completing tutorials and lack of practice is definitely going to put me into a bad place. I know you're advicing me to go do some questions but thing is, bio is in 2 days time and i havent started. Bio is really a test of how spongey my brain is, how absorbent is it to information and how much information can i squeeze out on the spot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's BenJ's Mugging Journey at a glance. How's it? How's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i happened to browse through TV and i caught this programme by Oprah called The American Debt. It's pretty interesting cause it helps people in debt to get out of debt through The Debt Diet or smthn. Really coool cause they engaged money experts to help and i feel like participating, too bad it's the AMERICAN debt. Maybe if i scrimp and save everyday, i can save one hundred thousand dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for commontest to be OVER!! And A levels to be GONE! YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114261061433308159?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114261061433308159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114261061433308159&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114261061433308159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114261061433308159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/03/butbuti-dont-feel-stressed.html' title='But..but..i dont feel stressed!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114248791016237623</id><published>2006-03-16T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T13:45:10.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time out!</title><content type='html'>I'm balding. My hair is falling off like nobody's business.. arhh It's especially bad when i study cause i tend to scratch my head and then i see strands of hair landing on my notes! And when i wash my hair, it falls off too!  I hope this is only temporary, having a bald spot on the head is how uncool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it feels so quiet online. Everyone's either away or busy on msn and blogs are rarely updated...I think everyone's studying very hard. I'm waiting for lunch now, so i might as well just blog alittle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow i feel i've lost the sense of urgency. Maybe it's because i took so many tests and exams that this one feels like just another one, you know the sort of numb feeling. I study for half an hour and walk around for 2 hours, if this goes on, i'm never going to get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything passes quickly. Actually it is passing very quickly. I woke up this morning and realised it's already thursday! 3 more days and school's reopening AGAIN!  And come to think of it, this will be the last year of school in school uniform and marikita-ing. YES!  No more waking up early in the morning and stuffing bread, no need for my mom to fetch me to school, no more no more any dreadful thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy, hungry, smelly, ugly... HELP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114248791016237623?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114248791016237623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114248791016237623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114248791016237623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114248791016237623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-out.html' title='Time out!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114232837074368004</id><published>2006-03-14T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T17:26:10.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm perspiring even as i blog</title><content type='html'>The weather's awfully fervid. And the best thing to have is none other than a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Green tea ice cream from Haigen Daz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just.. heavenly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114232837074368004?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114232837074368004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114232837074368004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114232837074368004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114232837074368004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-perspiring-even-as-i-blog.html' title='I&apos;m perspiring even as i blog'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114225799117533455</id><published>2006-03-13T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:53:11.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play a game!</title><content type='html'>HAHAHHA!! I was talking to Wee wee just now and she told me she TV got burnt out! And she said she saw smoke evolving from the TV and filled her entire room! HAHAH!! HOW FUNNY IS THAT! First time in my life in this era i hear of TV burning out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, that's not that main point. To help people in muggerland destress, let's play a game! It's called GUESS WHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, the game is really simple and i played it with my friend Lingzi that day after Play and it cracked me up totally at midnight when we were travelling towards Swensens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before that let me introduce you to my friend, Lingzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/ling4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are closed, due to flash. I think it takes experience to take photos with flash with your eyes open. Last time i couldnt open my eyes for nuts, but now, i can! Hahaha! So lingzi, practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the games goes like this. I'll give you a close-up of somebody's face and you're suppose to guess who! The game gets increasingly easier as we move on cause i will zoom out and out until you get to see the entire face at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that day i was playing this game with Lingzi on my superpowerful Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was HILARIOUS I TELL YOU. I laughed until my stomach shifted position a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STAGE 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/ling1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lingzi : Is that richard? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lingzi: Chrissie? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm, no, ok next stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STAGE 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/ling2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lingzi: ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STAGE 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/ling3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK THIS IS THE ULTIMATE PICTURE. For any normal, intellectually able reader, you should see the resemblance of this pic with the very first picture, aka lingzi picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Lingzi, out of the most unexpected things, asked the ultimate question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" DO I KNOW HIM?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;My goodnessss! SHE ACTUALLY CANNOT EVEN RECOGNISE HER OWN PICTURE!! HAHAHHAHA!! It's seriously seriously funny!! Dont you think! And she thought the person was a man. Hahah i think my friends are all really funny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt; So which level did you guess right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bet anyone is better than lingzi herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114225799117533455?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114225799117533455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114225799117533455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114225799117533455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114225799117533455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-play-game.html' title='Let&apos;s play a game!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114208829071036810</id><published>2006-03-11T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T01:01:20.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play 06 !</title><content type='html'>Ok, i've finally done with my Play 06 pictures. Finally, because i took 5 hours to do up all the pictures! I know i should be studying, but saving a life time of memories is actually quite a worthwhile thing to do. You know I actually took 120 photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Play 06&lt;/strong&gt; is a&lt;strong&gt; RJCSB&lt;/strong&gt; concert if you still dont know. It's more of a support your friend concert cause if you want to hear better music, then come for &lt;strong&gt;A Tempo&lt;/strong&gt; which will be in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, actually Play was really fun, erm, but i'm not sure why. Concerts are always enjoyable although the preparation part always suck a little. But it was really tiring, considering it to be a 2 day event and i only get to reach home past midnight! And come to think of it, this is my second last concert before play and that's it! The end of my JC band career, maybe even forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to all those who bought tickets to watch. Both nights were sold out! And some even paid to sit on the steps, i think we're just, really good. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's time for the photoss! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before i post the proper pictures, here's a Toilet Scene for you in case you're wondering where did people disappear to half an hour before the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/toiletscene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just realised there's someone urinating behind in this pic above..HAHAHA!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/play06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Machiam family photo...haha! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pic3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had so much time after the first half, joy and i ended up taking photos instead of guarding the doors! haha! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pic7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pic10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pic5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks hongshen milo and agnes for supporting and buying flowers! They're really great classmates cause i didnt even sell tickets to them and they came on their own and even bought flowers.. If only my class is more supportive, like other classes who came ALL together. Our class will only come if they give free tutorial answers. Sad case can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pic11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, jason and cindy, my RVCB friends came over too! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pic9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pic8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha! this photo looks extremely funnny! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/charlottewax.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pic12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;And on the way back, i took this funny photo on the mrt. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pic13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/lastpicice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, is that a lot of photos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recently my sister send me a radio ad to listen. This ad is aired over in philippines for about 10 times a day and i thought it was some funny song or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i opened the file to listen and suddenly i heard my sister's name in the radio ad. !! Haha! I didnt know she's actually quite happening in philippines sia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha.. u want to listen? Click, &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/benJRadioAd01Track1wma/01Track1.wma"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114208829071036810?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114208829071036810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114208829071036810&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114208829071036810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114208829071036810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/03/play-06.html' title='Play 06 !'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114192093126055525</id><published>2006-03-10T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:15:31.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy!</title><content type='html'>Er hem, i sincerely apologize for the intense drought this time! I know i know, you always see the same old entry about how i want to make my blog into a book, blah and then u scroll further down you see the same old entry of me scolding the hairstylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dont know why, these days seem to pass so quickly! Before i even realise it, it's friday tmr! Actually it's friday now. That's really really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with commontests around the corner and Play (RJCSB concert) today and tomorrow, i hardly have the time to update a decent entry! So i'm just posting this quick post so that you wont see the same ol thing again, see how nice i am. Where to find, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a blog-worthy day actually, but by the time i came home, i was too exhausted to do anything but sleep. Anyway just for myself to note, yesterday was my very first visit to a facial spa! And i bought a few pieces of clothing and erm, i had Haigen daz green tea ice cream yesterday too. Heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i just came back from Play 1 and it's very enjoyable i thought. I took loads and loads of photos! I think taking photos is actually a very good social activity and it's veh fun too. I have no time to do a proper entry now, so stay tuned tomorrow ok? I promise i will upload all the nice photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, my mind is falling asleep... ZZzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114192093126055525?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114192093126055525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114192093126055525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114192093126055525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114192093126055525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114148228796964556</id><published>2006-03-04T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T22:24:48.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one ever visits this place!</title><content type='html'>I realise the number of foul words used in the previous entry is more than the entire blog's add up. Hahah! But who cares right, it's the 21st century! And no one ever visits this place, so i can type any thing here..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i was really, angry with the hairstylist. Imagine, someone cut your hair like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/942/1600/haircut.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/942/320/haircut.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND THEN CLAIM THAT YOU ASKED HER TO CUT LIKE THAT. How would you feel huh! For nothing i feel as though i took up a role in mediacorp acting retarded or something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, anyway, after the recut, it's not that bad anymore. It's just a bit short and disproportionate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My blog is becoming one year old! Woohoo! I think my blogging style has changed quite a bit and i prefer the way i blog last time. Those were the times when i didnt know how to upload pictures at all! And those were the times when i blog solely for myself to read and maybe a few other closer friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arh, i missed those times when i can blog so freeeeeeely cause no one will ever judge me cause only i read what! Now i'm quite sure teachers have come here before once. So must be extra cautious everytime i write..and i used to be able to write super duper crappy staff cause no one would call me stupid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I better not write so much now if not i will have nothing left to write for Turnmachine's One Year Anniversary Entry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come to think of it, with all the tests and exams and the BIG As coming in my way this year, i doubt i will be able to sustain all these writings anymore. And i'm considering of shutting this place down, really, although i did mention a few times before. Ok, those people who detest this blog will be rubbing their hands gleefully now, but didnt i tell u to stop coming here if you dont like this place! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i'm thinking of converting this blog into a BOOK for my keepsake. Coool! But i guess it will take a loong loong time before i find the time to do up the cover page, content page, editing blah blah. I'm becoming a publisher, writer, editor..everything. The book will be a good way to mark the end of my blogging days and when i'm old and retiring, i can whip out the book someday, wipe out the dust and read about what a crazy teenager i have been.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe one day, the book might even sell! I'm going to patent this Blog-turn-book idea. So you dont try to copy k. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114148228796964556?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114148228796964556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114148228796964556&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114148228796964556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114148228796964556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-one-ever-visits-this-place.html' title='No one ever visits this place!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114130331638263841</id><published>2006-03-02T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T20:41:56.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you dont care about anything anymore</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, life seems more perfect when you dont care about anything. When you dont care about how weird you look on a bad hair day, when you dont care about it when your friends ignore your messages and you dont care about what happens in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just gotten back my internet connection after trying so hard until i finally called the administrator and all he did was to ask me off and on the modem. Wasted all my efforts to act smart and delete suspicious applications like msn, now i have to re install again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A levels results were released yesterday and everyone did so well! So far i only knew of &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; person who got 3As! That's really really admirable.&lt;em&gt; 60% of the cohort got 4As&lt;/em&gt; and i'm really really praying very hard that &lt;strong&gt;i fall into that 60%&lt;/strong&gt; next year this day. And i realise the GP grade is extremely important cause it really distinguishes you from the crop. I hope i can get an A2? maybe B3 is more realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should really start to be more&lt;em&gt; focused&lt;/em&gt; in my studies if i want to fall in the 60% cateogry. Afterall, &lt;strong&gt;40%&lt;/strong&gt; is not a small percentage. And i'm beginning to appreciate mdm bathy my GP teacher. She's extremely task orientated, like me. Haha! I like the way she drills the techniques and staff and no matter how uninteresting it might be, i'm still enjoying it. Yes, good attitude benJ, KEEP IT UP MAN! I mean, i would rather a boring but task orientated than a wacky slacky teacher right, at least i stand to benefit in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really start to appreciate my teachers and stop badmouthing them cause i think they actually know. I'm very thankful to have very good teachers this year. Maybe except for one. Ha, if you've been following this blog for sometime you should know who. &lt;em&gt;Hopeless case&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciating teachers is one thing. Sucking up to them is totally another story. And i hereby, declare, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE SUCKERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are suckers? WHO?! Suckers are people who laugh at anything the teacher says, be it extremely NOT funny. Suckers are people who bootlick the teachers by for example, cleaning the whiteboard only in front of teachers,or in any other way. Suckers are people who erm also, compliment the teacher's dress even if it's a&lt;strong&gt; fashion suicide&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who doesnt want a nice pleasant testimonial at the end of the day? And you jolly well work hard for it by let's say, doing 1000 CIP hours and volunteer for all possible leadership postions or even set up your own CCA and be the president.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; NOT&lt;/span&gt; BY SUCKING UP. I personally find suckers irksome and the way i see they laugh pretentiously at something totally unfunny my hair stands, &lt;strong&gt;eyes rotate 360 degress&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gets into spasm&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;start foaming.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHA, ok i'm exaggerating. I just secretly cringe, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont understand how fake can people get. Seriously, i find it extremely difficult to fake a laughter, fake a smile, maybe. And to actually fake laughterS is the ultimate chore. I cant do it and&lt;em&gt; i dont want to do it&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe if the teacher is blind and stupid enough, he will actually like the feeling. Who doesnt like to be&lt;em&gt; sucked up&lt;/em&gt; right? If i were a teacher, i dont mind students sucking up to me actually, in fact it makes me feel like&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; royalty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..hahaha! But of course i will be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;smart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;teacher and while enjoying all the fake compliments and getting my ego boosted by having people contstantly laughing at my jokes, write a testimonial ending with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;As an ardent learner, Pok tin would always take the initiative to pursue areas of interest and enrich himself with both the knowledge and experience to better himself for any future endeavors. His flair for bootlicking will definitely put him in good place in future. Maybe he's destined to be a butler one day ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let the whole world know what a sucker he is. But i doubt teachers will actually do that. They will write The Perfect testimonial for The Sucker and true and sincere people will have to settle with the average template type of testimonial cause they dont suck up enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaai, i just spend another hour online! Maybe they should just cut off my connection for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114130331638263841?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114130331638263841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114130331638263841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114130331638263841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114130331638263841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-you-dont-care-about-anything.html' title='when you dont care about anything anymore'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114117846033202032</id><published>2006-03-01T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T10:01:00.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bio Tutorial Post</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAH!! My Low, my biology teacher is extremely funnnyy! Actually he's better know as the &lt;em&gt;OKALRIGHT teacher. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just called Gail, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GEL&lt;/span&gt;! And when we tried to correct him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's &lt;strong&gt;Gale&lt;/strong&gt;! Not &lt;em&gt;Gel&lt;/em&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So, Jail, what's your answer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waddeheow! WHERE GOT PEOPLE NAME &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JAIL &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ONE?! HAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently blogging live in my bio tutorial lesson. By the way, the computers in this com lab are really good! Sometimes even faster than mine at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm risking my life blogging now cause i'm suppose to be listening to the Kidney tutorial... Hope he doesnt come over noww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposite me i can see hongshen sleeping by the wall.. hongyun falling asleep now, jared eating some purple colour sweet and louis prentending to listen cause he just made mr low angry by not doing his tutorial. But i mean, he's just quite suay cause i doubt many people did but he was just suay enough to get called upon and checked.. hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only did 2 questions for the tutorial though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! He's giving us a &lt;strong&gt;5 min&lt;/strong&gt; break, i can blog in peace now! (&lt;em&gt;maximizes window, whips out the keyboard&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa, everyone's suddenly awake. Oh now, the LKX gang is harrassing the teacher again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younmin looks very troubled. She's just sitting diagonally opposite me and she's frowning so hard she's become a unibrown. I wonder what did she see on the screen this time. Cannot be my blog right, i havent taken pictures of her for a long time... Maybe it's an email from Bai? Or she pregnancy date got pushed back? No, i think her waterbag burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 5 min's break is up and i need to go soon, so i cant blog any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let me extend my air time and let my classmates do some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shoutouts!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HELLO JIEXUAN HERE. hahaha i have  e chance to appear on this popularpopular bloggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hello. STUPID LOUIS CHONG THE DODO FISHBALL HEAD! can he please return me my chem promo paper which is like from last year. JARED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hello. mr low chor meng is very funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.njc.edu.sg/science/staff_science.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;http://www.njc.edu.sg/science/staff_science.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lowell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;oei! lian hua jie here. everyone i need a logo for my gang. anyone got idea pls contribute generously. oh and i am thinking of expanding my gang so anyone interested please contact me at XXXXXXXX. thank you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Milo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Yoyo AH CAI here! Dun listen to milo. I have already come up with the logo. No need for new ideas. MUST use mine!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;zhixiang and hy were  here! hi to all ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Okalright, byeE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114117846033202032?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114117846033202032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114117846033202032&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114117846033202032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114117846033202032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/03/bio-tutorial-post.html' title='&lt;em&gt;A Bio Tutorial Post&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114077096482589926</id><published>2006-02-24T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T16:49:24.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wind was so strong..</title><content type='html'>Currently reporting live at my home. The wind is very strong now and it's not blowing in, it's &lt;em&gt;sucking air&lt;/em&gt; out of the window. Maybe my house will become a vacuum and maybe i will just konk out halfway typing this entrydue to suffocation, but i hope the windows dont drop out cause the government will fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the&lt;strong&gt; drama-mest&lt;/strong&gt; thing is that, my memo's entire tray of &lt;strong&gt;KOROPOK&lt;/strong&gt; flew out!!! HAHAHA!!! Funny can. See who suay suay tio the koropok downpour, but still better than bird shit right! Anyway memo was actually putting her tray of koropok out to dry before frying them and she happen to put it on the window ledge you see... Then suddenly a gush of wind sucked the tray of koropok and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; GONE! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Today's my favourite day again, fridayyy. Woohoo! I like fridays a lot a lot and maybe a lot more cause i get to be dismissed early and i've no other activities after that, so i can go home and relax! Like now!! I'm eating fries and blogging simultaneously, cool not! If you call me &lt;strong&gt;the coolest blogger&lt;/strong&gt; or smthn along those lines, i really wont mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's highlight of the day wasnt about me ponning PE for the first time or DrC's jokes being funnier or aunty may's new love progress cause anyway &lt;strong&gt;aunty may's love life&lt;/strong&gt; has already reached a stage where there's nothing to talk about. Talking about May, this is the first time i see people's relationship from fake say until real. AND not only she never thank me for such wide publicity, she's one&lt;em&gt; Zhong Se Qing You&lt;/em&gt; woman. Got Bai, she can forsake her friends ok... No joke. Then talk to bai the face always so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smily and cheery&lt;/span&gt; but when turn over to talk to me the &lt;strong&gt;face colour/shape/size change 1800 degress. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as i was mentioning about today's highlight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our male lead for today was Louis. I dont want to mention about him &lt;em&gt;scrubbing his armpit blatanly&lt;/em&gt; in front of me. But when he was trying to do the &lt;strong&gt;pseudo Water festival&lt;/strong&gt; in school with lowell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will disturbing lowell and he was trying to protect himself with his water bottle. Then louis bravely went forward and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SPLAAAASSSH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Lowell emptied his entire bottle of water on louis and lulu was drenchhhhed totally. wa, u should see the drama. Then louis consoled himself rapidly, saying "this is only for fun lah, nair mind lah, nair mind..." blah blah. But in fact he was extremely infuriated and took out his waty botty to take revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here comes the splashing action, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SPLAASSSH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But this time the water all ended on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loser dao ji dian. So he started rattling on and on about how people got no balls blah blah.. But then, even if you got balls doesnt mean you must stand there stupidly and let people splash water at you right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Ok, i better stop it cause later people start saying i'm mean..blah blah but in fact, i'm just innocently recounting the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh peeps, have you heard the morning announcement this morning! I'm referring to the band announcement! RJCSB is having it's annual cheapo concert, &lt;strong&gt;PLAY on the 9/10th of March&lt;/strong&gt; in School. As usual i'm allocated 5 tickets to sell again. And this is really good cause it's only&lt;strong&gt; $4&lt;/strong&gt; !! WA SO CHEAP WHERE TO GET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE BUY TICKETS FROM ME. (dont go to the booth, come to me)&lt;/span&gt; I know u all are free ok, pls come! I promise the songs are not the usual classical boring sleep inducing songs. And you actually get to see &lt;strong&gt;ME PLAY&lt;/strong&gt; WOW. HAHAHAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to sell 5 tickets. Erm, you can drop a comment, find me, write me a mail, anything! I just want my tickets gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've written enough for now. I need some sleep.. Maybe if i get inspiration from my sleep, i'll be back again tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114077096482589926?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114077096482589926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114077096482589926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114077096482589926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114077096482589926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/02/wind-was-so-strong.html' title='The wind was so strong..'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114044661870414651</id><published>2006-02-20T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:43:38.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody just kill me. Kill me pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 hours through this cold and lonely monday night and i'm actually, (promise not to ask me get a life) searching for GP materials to write my GP essay tmr. How silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i still cant find a decent piece of material to use, what has internet evolve to nowadays. It's become such a dumbed down place, everything is either an advertisement or some pathetic puny person trying to make a point which is not even true. So i really have nothing to use and how to prepare, leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour more to Grey's Anatomy which i already missed 3 episodes cause i keep falling asleep midway. But not! because it's boring, really. Just that, my body clock co ordinates super well with my mind and once it's time, it's time. To sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaai, why must our tutor give us the topics so advance! I rather she give us on the spot and everyone will be equal. Now that she has given us the topics so early, i'm sure the chaomuggers will alr be equipped with all their materials, but me, a skimpy piece of folscape paper. And her expectations are of course, heightened and i really dont think i can produce a good piece of work, even though i blog almost everyday. Hahahah, ok, irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And u just look at me. Ask me to search for materials, i end up blog surfing. My internet life is as sad as my real life. I DO THE SAME OL' THING OVER AND OVER AGAIN, like leeying's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely apologize for making you read this.  By right this entry should be read like almost immediately after i publish it, if u're reading this and the date on ur com shows 21st, it's outdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since i'm blogging alr, can i say that the ri guy who joined the campus superstar show looks extremely giam sng when he sings. Giam sng, is a hokkien adjective btw. It's suppose to express a type of sourish bitter feeling. And to be really honest, he's ugly. The specs cant really save the proportions, they're just out-of-proportions. Plus all the langa materials... HAHHAHA!! Shit, later kenna hacked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think nowadays my blog is getting really unhappening. Cause i feel absolutely ABSOLUTELY like i'm monologuing, entertaining myself. That's suppose to be the case if you're writing in a personal diary. But this is a BLOG! Blog is a published material for people to read. Ok, straight to the point, can someone please leave a comment and respond a bit. WALAO what kind of reader are you! You can leave a comment like, YOU'VE WASTED MY TIME READING SUCH MATERIALS or UR THOUGHTS ARE OF MY 3 YR OLD, i dont mind. Cause i do agree sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114044661870414651?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114044661870414651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114044661870414651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114044661870414651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114044661870414651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/02/somebody-just-kill-me.html' title=''/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114024063117894019</id><published>2006-02-18T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T13:30:31.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE TO STUDY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES YES YES!! I LOVE TO STUDYYYYYY WOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114024063117894019?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114024063117894019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114024063117894019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114024063117894019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114024063117894019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-to-study.html' title='I LOVE TO STUDY!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-114007868952716010</id><published>2006-02-16T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:31:29.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poisoned</title><content type='html'>It just sucks to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with food poisoning and it feels horrid from top to toe. My stomach feels queasy and i went to the toilet thrice last night. And there's this periodic pain which kept me awake the whole night. It feels like ur stomach is swivelling up and then releasing, then swivel up again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haii, i missed chem SPA today! And lots of other lessons..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-114007868952716010?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/114007868952716010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=114007868952716010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114007868952716010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/114007868952716010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/02/poisoned.html' title='Poisoned'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113965932964894109</id><published>2006-02-11T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T20:02:12.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover Monsters.</title><content type='html'>Yoyoyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from a sleepover! It was really a&lt;em&gt; sleepover&lt;/em&gt; cause we really slept through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you cannot sleep in a sleepover? It defeats the purpose of a sleepover cause if you purpose is to sleep, then just stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sleepovers are fun! Cause you can wreck havoc, feel guilty and forget about it. Hahaha!! Oh, i'm actually not such an evil person. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(must maintain the good image, the vday-date quiz is still going on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they worst stayover was the one at hongyun's house. I mean worst for the maid, but it's really very fun. We threw his sister's things from the bed to the floor. Then cook maggi mee in the middle of the night and frighten the maid. Then play risk halfway left it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing was when his sister came in in the middle of night telling Hongyun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" You treat my room as pig sty is it?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, but we didnt do that at Glen's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, linzzie adriel and I wanted to go glen's house to watch&lt;strong&gt; Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/strong&gt;. But before that we went to&lt;strong&gt; Chomp chomp for Dinner&lt;/strong&gt;! Chomp chomp is quite a good eating place. Must eat with more people and order lots of seafood! I love seafoodddd..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/stay1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linzzie and Adriel!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/stay2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/stay3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So much for dinner at chomp chomp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We also bought&lt;strong&gt; alcoholic drink&lt;/strong&gt;. I dont know what is it but we just wanted something alcoholic and nice looking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Initially i was quite afraid we couldnt get it cause we were in school uniform but the NTUC cashier aunties are really blur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cashier 1 told cashier 2 it &lt;em&gt;wasnt alcoholic&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cashier 2 giggled to herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we got our alcohol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;End of story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to glen's house, waved at&lt;strong&gt; Muikee&lt;/strong&gt; whose laughter can be heard miles away. And watch &lt;strong&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/strong&gt; which was extremely BORING. I'm proud of myself for not spending 10 bucks watching the show! The worst thing is Linzzie's DVD is &lt;strong&gt;pirated&lt;/strong&gt; and all i saw were &lt;strong&gt;chaojiwudi dark scenes, muffled voices&lt;/strong&gt; and subtitles full of funny things like "you look commutative" and "i like your performer". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the end of the show, Linzzie herself,&lt;strong&gt; fell asleep&lt;/strong&gt;. OH MY GAWD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahaha! Linzzie went home so i decided to check glen's cupboard out. Yo yo, check it out man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/stay4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/stay5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually i have quite a number of photos but they really look extremely shitheaded. I realise i always take photos when i have extremely weird hair. Yesterday i had hair that looked like helmet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the way, glen's prom shirt is super nice right. I heard &lt;strong&gt;Changi Prison&lt;/strong&gt; is going to modify theirs to look like his. HOW COOL IS THAT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that we literally did nothing. Oh but we found somemore funny pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/stay6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHAH!!! It's really funnnny. Jared looks how funny you tell me and jermyn looks chaojiwudi se4 qing2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soon after, adriel ploked on the mattress and snored happily ever after...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Zzzzzzzzzzz.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113965932964894109?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113965932964894109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113965932964894109&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113965932964894109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113965932964894109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/02/sleepover-monsters.html' title='Sleepover Monsters.'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113949560482797684</id><published>2006-02-09T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:33:25.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can someone please</title><content type='html'>arrange a blind date for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!! Valentine's Day is coming and i dont want it to be just, yet another day. How loser is tt! Actually it isnt, cause almost 80% of school students will not be celebrating V day. And 40% will be doing homework at home. So it's no big deal staying at home right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being the very fun and exciting person i am, i want to go on a blind date. can? I'm already 18! Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a really nice person, in real life especially. And even in my blog, when you see me teasing Aunty May and stuff and you think i'm being really mean, it's totally untrue. Cause you look at May now, she's exuding glowing radiance everyday. Even though she's pregnant. See how wonderful love is. See, she have to thank me for the helping hand. hor, aunty may?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Bai, if you need some airtime here to do a proposal or smthn, just let me know ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class has more and more couples. Even Kanna, is going out with Dev* to Mustafa Centre. 24 hours ok nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, as i was saying, i'm a really nice person. And i, erm, can take nice pictures? Is that counted.. I can, tell you jokes. Yah i'm a humourous person too. LEt me see, why is it so difficult to find positive qualities.. No, maybe i'm really humble. Oh, that's another good point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can blog? Can i? OH I can sing song too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered i am good at mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arh, this is difficult. I'm not good at blowing my own trumpet. But the point is, i am a catch, u get it?HAHahaha!!  So what happens when a catch meets a catch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WIN A DATE WITH BENJ!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i can sense the excitement now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's really simple. You just have to attempt this simple quiz( really simple, reason is a secret).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1: What is my favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;a)white&lt;br /&gt;b)blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2: I have a watch as big as my mouth&lt;br /&gt;a)Flase&lt;br /&gt;b)True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3: What is the name of my Camera?&lt;br /&gt;a) Lily Rose Tan&lt;br /&gt;b) Orlando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4: My blog is approx. how old?&lt;br /&gt;a)3 years&lt;br /&gt;b)1 year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5: What's my CCA?&lt;br /&gt;a)Art Club&lt;br /&gt;b) Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember ur answers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they all b? Yes, you're 100% right! Congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won yourself a date with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113949560482797684?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113949560482797684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113949560482797684&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113949560482797684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113949560482797684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/02/can-someone-please.html' title='Can someone please'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113932204381875233</id><published>2006-02-07T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T22:20:44.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm 18.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the drought these few days. It's been, erm, almost 4 days since i last blogged? Have been really busy these days but not busy with homework unfortunately. I came back from &lt;strong&gt;cruisin&lt;/strong&gt; on sunday, wanted to blog, but fell asleep in the end. And now i'm here to replenish the drought tonight with a &lt;em&gt;long post&lt;/em&gt;, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my mum dispatched me to help her play mahjong with her friends cause she went to another friend's house. So i ended up playing mahjong with&lt;strong&gt; 3 aunties&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha!! It's really fun playing with them, really. And as usual, when the &lt;strong&gt;mahjong king aka me&lt;/strong&gt; is there, there cannot be another winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was losing initially until i almost &lt;em&gt;pull off my pants&lt;/em&gt; but then dont know why suddenly at the last game i kept&lt;em&gt; zi mo-ing&lt;/em&gt; nonstop all the big games. Can u believe ornot? Then i think the aunties were really fed up with me cause i kept laughing to myself, the cards were really good can. And they kept gaurding their cards so tightly until their own cards are messed up, then i sudden zi mo. I even &lt;strong&gt;LAST CARD&lt;/strong&gt; also can zimo &lt;em&gt;yi se&lt;/em&gt; can. You say i irritating not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!! In the end i won all 3 aunties and am now a little bit richer. =] Maybe i should quit studying and be&lt;strong&gt; full time mahjong player&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tt aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was asking, &lt;em&gt;How's Cruise? How's Cruise&lt;/em&gt;? And to answer everything at one shot, i'm going to blog about it. Yay, another entry to &lt;strong&gt;BenJ's Discovery and Travel&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruise was good, but not as good as the last time i went. I think their service standard has dropped abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, if you're &lt;strong&gt;under 18&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;above 13&lt;/strong&gt;, i suggest you dont go on board a cruise yet. It's extremely annoying when they classify so many activities to be &lt;strong&gt;above 18 only&lt;/strong&gt; and i'm SO NEAR YET SO FAR. WALAO. WHAT IS THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still managed to sneak into the casino for a round! Cooool. FIRST TIME! The security was staring at me when i enter the door but i just keep looking away and there was this freaking-looking Cai Shen Ye who kept blocking the entrance and giving out oranges while i was trying so hard to get in quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The casino's not that impressive. It's not as big as the one they show on TV leh. It's rather small and smoky. Furthermore it was really crowded. "Even the lousy jackpot machines are taken up" claimed a veteran gambler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister gave me 50 bucks and i plonked myself at the jackpot machine and playeddd. Within a matter of &lt;strong&gt;minutes&lt;/strong&gt;, the money's gone. HOW FAST CAN. Press press a bit the money disappears instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as i was getting ready to go out, there's a &lt;strong&gt;cheena security gaurd&lt;/strong&gt; who was actually tailing me, approached me, asking to check my ID. I told him i left it in my cabin and he asked me to get it for him to check. Hahhahaa actually it was very obvious i'm below 18 cause everyone inside are lao uncle lao aunty. So naturally i look really underaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the casino, feeling satisfied cause i've &lt;em&gt;been there, done that&lt;/em&gt;. Something i wanted to do all along my 17 years on Earth, &lt;strong&gt;excluding the losing money part&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i thought the below 18 thingy is only limited to the casino, i was wrong. A lot of activities were for 18 years and above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the casino and karaoke bar, there are a few more jackpot machines and i thought they wont be so shithead to stop me cause no matter what, i already made it in to the casino what, what's those few louya jackpot machines man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time i didnt play cause i know is &lt;strong&gt;sure lose&lt;/strong&gt; so i watched my mother. Then immediately another idiotic &lt;strong&gt;chinarian waitress&lt;/strong&gt; came over to check my ID AGAIN. WALAO. WHATS UP WHATS UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY LOOK SO &lt;strong&gt;NOT 18&lt;/strong&gt; MEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she still got the audacity to&lt;em&gt; suan&lt;/em&gt; me say what she &lt;strong&gt;most gladly welcome&lt;/strong&gt; me to play when i'm 18 (in chinese). WHO WANTS TO PLAY UR LAN BONG JACKPOT MACHINE HUH HUH HUH. To irritate them back, i'm going there again at the end of the year and delibrately walk in and out of the casino make them busy. Hhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i saw mark lee, alamak margaret lee and someone else there. They were there as &lt;strong&gt;special guests&lt;/strong&gt; to perform but i see them gambling at the jackpotty most of the time. I didnt watch their show though cause it would be extremely stupid to pay &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20 bucks&lt;/span&gt; per person to watch&lt;strong&gt; C grade&lt;/strong&gt; artiste perform albeit there're 4 of them. &lt;strong&gt;4 Cs doesnt make an A&lt;/strong&gt;, so we refused to pay to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. We ended up trying to &lt;strong&gt;sneak into&lt;/strong&gt; the show. Ha, how pathetic. But we didnt managed to in the end cause the &lt;strong&gt;ticket checker guy&lt;/strong&gt; said his friend allowed people to sneak in and was &lt;strong&gt;SENT HOME&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHAHA i thought it was quite funny. SENT HOME WOR. mai siao siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another topless show which is again above 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;strong&gt;11,&lt;/strong&gt; the Galaxy of Stars is out of bounds to people &lt;strong&gt;below 18&lt;/strong&gt; and i was once again, checked and chased out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i really have very limited activities and ended up at the &lt;strong&gt;karaoke bar&lt;/strong&gt; most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The karaoke bar is extremely exciting cause i&lt;em&gt; never&lt;/em&gt; sang in public before. And i DID! Takes a lot of courage ok, to sing to so many people. In the past i only sang to close friends in a confined room (aka Kbox) , that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time i sang in a hall! Mark Lee manager say he want to hear me sing ok, i think he is scouting new talent like me. HAHAHAAA but i dont want to be mark lee why wasnt andy lau's manager there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, i must mention something really funny. I participated in the &lt;strong&gt;KARAOKE COMPETITION&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHA It really took me a lot of courage to participate. I sang my favourite, Chi Xin Jue Dui! And must stand in front to sing one, i din know at first. Paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WON LEH&lt;/strong&gt;. Haahahaa!! Ok, but there're only 7 contestant though. But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prize? Prize. the prize is a louya medal which i heard will rust one can. WALAO AGAIN. Sing until so difficult they give me a louya medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing is when i participated in a silly party at night. There're so few people present, they dragged me up to play a game which made me &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE CLEOPA&lt;/strong&gt;TRA. HOW FUNNY! There was this &lt;strong&gt;volumptous&lt;/strong&gt; woman who &lt;em&gt;looked like a man&lt;/em&gt; clothed in the ancient egypt costume and as contestants we're suppose to do stupid things to make her laugh. WA lao, it was supremely embarrassing. I sang babaaaaaaa black sheep, really stupid. Following it were activities like doing silly dances and wrapping me into a mummy. Oh man, i felt like a goon headdddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, the cruise was ok despite all the above 18 things. There're redeeming factors like nice food, nice environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think they need to do something to the immigration system. Really inefficient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time for pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/lift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/jery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/benphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memo is dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/laugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off the entry, here's an ice cream for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113932204381875233?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113932204381875233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113932204381875233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113932204381875233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113932204381875233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-im-18.html' title='When I&apos;m 18.'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113895968363950672</id><published>2006-02-03T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T17:41:23.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby let's cruise...</title><content type='html'>Baby let's cruuuuiseeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm going on a cruise in an hours' time! How cool is that! I'm actually still packing my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113895968363950672?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113895968363950672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113895968363950672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113895968363950672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113895968363950672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/02/baby-lets-cruise.html' title='Baby let&apos;s cruise...'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113888858567989046</id><published>2006-02-02T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:56:25.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pipipapipoo</title><content type='html'>I have issues with a chao angmoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, just behind the school, parents make a quick stopover at the gate drop their kids. Anything wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning, in my semi-drowsy mind as my mother slowed down the car, i heard a loud &lt;strong&gt;POOOOOOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;. I thought what happened. The honk was extremely loud and sustaining for almost a minute. That long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i turned behind to see who is the shit head who's honking so loudly early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i saw was a chao angmoh head shaking like got &lt;em&gt;spasm&lt;/em&gt; and hand still unwilling to leave the honking button. What a bastard. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pipipapipoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, there's absolutely no need to create such a scene. Anyway there were many cars who stopped too, in front and behind of him, i bet his head almost exploded. And his poor children were covering their ears while their pipipapipoo father continue to honk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of honking and honking and, honking. Dont want to stop already stop, so how? And people are only stopping for a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, these angmohs think they're more superior than us. This is ridiculous. Black hair is good too. Creating such a big hooha and shaking ur head so profusely doesnt matter, shit head. I was secretly happy when i saw his buay tahan face. This is our way of life, cant accept it then go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm happy today's over and tomorrow's friday! Tuesdays are really a bore and bored students take photos. I'm lazy to upload one by and one and anyway i only got a few to show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/random.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i got a bonus VIDEO! Haha, i named it &lt;strong&gt;The Indian Striptease and the Cheekopek Aunty&lt;/strong&gt;. The aunty is none other than our famous aunty may! In the first few seconds, you much watch &lt;strong&gt;closely &lt;/strong&gt;and not blink your eyes cause aunty may makes her guest appearance as a cheekopek aunty, licking her lips and fantasizing. Oh, now i' m worried that people who search for po*n will end up here! ARH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XBj71TXFfmk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113888858567989046?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113888858567989046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113888858567989046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113888858567989046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113888858567989046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/02/pipipapipoo.html' title='Pipipapipoo'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113880413667356236</id><published>2006-02-01T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:28:56.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>I just felt the need to blog cause i want to push the previous entry down. Hahaaa i cant believe i actually blogged about red packets. Read it but &lt;strong&gt;pretend you never read ok&lt;/strong&gt;. I should be very thankful i have red packets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this shall be classic random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i have quite a lot of little things to say but i dont know how to put it. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you happen to press the bell for the wrong stop in the bus, do you apologise to the bus driver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now i was in the bus then a man, clad in ahpek&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; maroon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; colour polo tee, pressed the bell for the wrong stop. Then when the bus was about to stop and the door open, he rushed down the aisle &lt;strong&gt;enthusiastically &lt;/strong&gt;like a primary school kid rushing for his school bus and waved &lt;strong&gt;frantically&lt;/strong&gt; to tell the driver he pressed the wrong bell. And proceed to apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sat there laughing secretly.  I thought that was too drama. If i were him, i would have just sat there and pretend as though it was someone else who pressed the bell, big deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i reached my bus stop after a gazillion years and i alighted from the bus, listening to my mp3 and strolling towards my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, i heard &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the car honk lah. You thought someone farted or smthn? Nono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and i saw a boy in front of the car. He was walking slowly across the road, still indifferent to the mercs just behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet the driver must be hurling vulgarities and making hand signals at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as i know, the boy has mental problems. His hair was long and unkempt and his singlet has holes and black patches. Sometimes i see him, pretending to be a traffic police and direct cars. Siao hor? this one is really siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell u the truth, i'm really freaked out by mad people. I'm not trying to discriminate the mentally ill-ed. Maybe it's because when i'm young my parents always tell me that they will catch me, smthn like tt? So i develped a phobia for madpeople.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine they talk to themselves halfway then when u&lt;strong&gt; kpoly&lt;/strong&gt; look at them they suddenly run and&lt;strong&gt; CATCH YOU&lt;/strong&gt;. Fun or not. Then hug u and cook u in hot curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it's kinda sad cause it's not their fault right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why i am talking about such things on day 4 of new year! Arh, i'm really blogging for the sake of blogging. I just wanna push the previous entry down cause it's too &lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113880413667356236?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113880413667356236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113880413667356236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113880413667356236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113880413667356236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113869488892953610</id><published>2006-01-31T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T16:08:08.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Bao Politics</title><content type='html'>I hate politics, any form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question, do you actually bother how much your red packet contain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconsciously, there is already an expectation of how much i should be receiving and i feel really calculative by blogging about such things. Hongbaos, is afterall, a sensitive topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was opening my red packets yesterday, feeling quite rich. But to my horror, or rather i was pleasantly surprised when i receive an increase in packets containing $4-6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$6 not bad what. Yah it's very good if they were from very&lt;strong&gt; distant relative&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;some friend's friend parents &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;parent's friend friend&lt;/strong&gt;.. you get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they're from &lt;strong&gt;close &lt;/strong&gt;relatives. The customary amount is $10 (at least in my family). But i'm not &lt;strong&gt;demanding&lt;/strong&gt;, i'm just giving a personal opinion and i'm really not that cheapskate to make a big fuss out of it cause hongbaos are suppose to be from the&lt;em&gt; heart, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing which bothers me a little is when i realise relative X gave everyone &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$XX&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;strong&gt;$X&lt;/strong&gt; to me. (last year i got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$XX&lt;/span&gt; too) I know this all sounds childish and stupid to be complaining about angboas, but seriously, it makes me feel as if i have done something wrong to be shortchanged.  I understand some people are not fortunate enough to even receive redpacs but i just feel like telling the whole world about this. HA HA. This is my blog so i can write anything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am i more detestable than the others, relative X?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What's worse is when the X dollar notes are&lt;strong&gt; torn, tattered and dirty&lt;/strong&gt;. WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO RECEIVE SUCH ANGBOAS. Insincerity written all over and since i'm so undeserving of them then dont give me please. I rather not receive them, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT U relative X.  I hope your family choke on tangyuan. ( i dont really mean it just saying for fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the way, if you're my relative reading this, &lt;strong&gt;dont&lt;/strong&gt; feel bad and think &lt;strong&gt;u're relative X&lt;/strong&gt;. It's just someone &lt;strong&gt;unknown&lt;/strong&gt;, dont bother guessing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most innocent party of all the angbao politics is my eldest sister who just got married a few months ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to chinese customs and traditions, married couples are&lt;em&gt; suppose&lt;/em&gt; to give red packets, that's true and i'm not giving any doubt about that. But, there is also another thing which mentions that couples who just got married for the first year need not give red packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sister's friends all told her that she&lt;em&gt; need not&lt;/em&gt; give red packets and so she didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT. People started to blame her for not giving angbao. I mean, knowing my sister's character, she really wouldnt mind giving red packets, in fact she's more willing to give than anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story continues and the blame starts to push on to my mother, saying that she spoils my sister and all the crap. Ridiculous right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okalright,  I think i should sstop all these of Hongbao politics. Let me seal off this issue and stop thinking about this. Cause one day when i'm &lt;strong&gt;somebody&lt;/strong&gt;, all these&lt;strong&gt; xiao case&lt;/strong&gt; can be flushed down the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaa i'm so thankful of this blog cause i can always find a nice spot to bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113869488892953610?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113869488892953610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113869488892953610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113869488892953610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113869488892953610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/ang-bao-politics.html' title='Ang Bao Politics'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113859880524565144</id><published>2006-01-30T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:28:00.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Lunar New Year!</title><content type='html'>How's visiting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was ok. It's the same every year what and the truth is i'm getting a little sick of visiting. Come to think of it, i have been visiting for 18 years! And everytime i go visiting, i cannot recognise 50% of the people, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i used to look forward to CNY but i dont know why this year i seem to lack enthusiasm. Maybe cause i have too much incomplete work and my file's at a mess now. That's why i cant enjoy my CNY&lt;em&gt; fully&lt;/em&gt;. Ok, i promise next year will be BETTER! I will be super enthu about CNY next year and shake every single hand even if my hands are oily from the bakgua and ong lai tart. By the way why people only eat ong lai tart during CNY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day i was watching the CNY show on channel 8 and they were reporting the horoscopes for different zodiac signs and it says that this year isnt good for people born in the year of Dragon leh. BUT I DONT BELIEVE OK cause i still won in Ban Luck (black jack) yesterday =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GAMBLE! I'm gambling king. But this year got no one to gamble with! What happen to the gambling kahkees! WHY AM I AT HOME NOW! Anyway i am too lazy and not really in the mood to gamble so i guess i will stay at home and sort out my file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, since this is the year of the dog, i got some nice dog pictures for u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring Peppy to Bai Nian!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pep1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pep2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pep7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pep3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pep4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pep5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pep6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah this dog is so fat, we can call her Sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Happy Resting :) Before February strikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113859880524565144?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113859880524565144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113859880524565144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113859880524565144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113859880524565144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-lunar-new-year.html' title='Happy Lunar New Year!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113845672245904268</id><published>2006-01-28T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T21:58:42.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Narcissism Gone Wrong</title><content type='html'>Oh my. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://museum-of-twits.blogspot.com/2005/07/screw-ruhua-this-is-new-sex.html"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is really funny, you must take a look at how this person manage to fill his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;friendster accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/29624501_9c4d85b124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113845672245904268?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113845672245904268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113845672245904268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113845672245904268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113845672245904268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-narcissism-gone-wrong.html' title='When Narcissism Gone Wrong'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113841995782659904</id><published>2006-01-28T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T11:45:57.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY celebrations really sucked.</title><content type='html'>CNY celebrations seem to suck in rj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was no exception. In fact, even worse than last year. After the morning assembly i realise i was stranded at the assembly ground. Everyone was scattered around the school and i didnt know where to go next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it suddenly dawned upon me that it was FREE AND EASY. So i walked around with some band people to search for entertainment. The performance at the concourse was messy and mediocre. And can they please stop abusing the magician and make him perform for every single event. I'm sick of his tricks and would rather watch the toilet aunty dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic. Most people just sat in cliques and played cards. I think that's the most entertaining activity in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERES THE CNY MOOD? WHERE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the lion dance was such a turn off. Felt so rigid like&lt;strong&gt; lego&lt;/strong&gt; and the cymbals clashers reminded me of&lt;em&gt; funeral&lt;/em&gt;. Dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked further ahead and tada! There was a band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/perform.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching behind the bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So boring,  we entertained ourselves by taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/adrielaaron.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the&lt;strong&gt; handicap toilet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/toilet.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/toilet2.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen KannaSAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i think i really need to make a &lt;strong&gt;public apology&lt;/strong&gt; to my class. I'm really really&lt;strong&gt; sorry&lt;/strong&gt; for organising it and not being able to go for the Marina Steam Boat outing. Thing is, my mum only told me i have reunion dinner 2 days ago and i really cant be absent for that.. And i felt extremely bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing of all is that only &lt;strong&gt;7 &lt;/strong&gt;pple turned up yesterday. Despite sending out so many messages and pleading people to go, only 7 went. That's really sad and made me feel even worse. Why is our class like that, somebody please answer me. And it's always the same few enthu fun people like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mich, Lowell, Bai ,Jiexuan, Youmin, Louis, lyn, (me) and also jared, leeying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that turn up. Really appreciate such people in class, if not our class really sucks. The rest of the people simple enjoy excluding themselves, i also dont know why. Maybe when they graduate from school one day they realise they dont have any friends, if it actually matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how to organise somemore outings? Whenever there is one, the SAME people turn up. But i hope yesterday's steamboat was still fun nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy CNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113841995782659904?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113841995782659904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113841995782659904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113841995782659904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113841995782659904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny-celebrations-really-sucked.html' title='CNY celebrations really sucked.'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113828857427641614</id><published>2006-01-26T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:16:14.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tang Dynasty Toture Chamber</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day of school in this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we step into &lt;strong&gt;Chinese New year's eve eve eve&lt;/strong&gt;. I need to remind all of you your roots. I'm bringing you back to the &lt;strong&gt;Tang dynasty Times&lt;/strong&gt; when ghandi was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When kaartik ghandi was a teenager, he used to have lots of hair. Lots of hand hair, leg hair, armpit hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/kannan3.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, according to the Tang dynasty myth, guys with hairy leg are suppose to be goodlooking. I think it's quite true cause i have. Kaartik Ghandi also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, KaartiK , was playing with goli goli one day together with his friend &lt;a href="http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/08/crime-watch-dangling-ohp-screen-case.html"&gt;kanarama dramama&lt;/a&gt;.  Suddenly kaartik shot the marble so hard it broke a porcelein chinese floral vase which the 101th concubine used to plant her favourite sour plum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaartik tried to run, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expected, he was caught. He was caught by the Tang Brothers and put to the torture chamber where they make human flesh bao and castrate young boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! Kaartik met his lucky star and he received the lightest torture of all. Lucky for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanny rong was dispatched to torture kaartik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/rong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S STRONG OK. SHE'S REAL STRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately she flashed out her masking tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is going to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAND WAXING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it's a good punishment for kaartik who auditioned 83 times for King Kong but failed cause at most, he looked like a &lt;em&gt;malnutritioned monkey&lt;/em&gt;. That's all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaartik whipped his hand out and Rong backed a little. Cause it was just kinda scary for a weak hearted woman like her, even with 40 years of torturing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/kannan1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rong, nonetheless, gathered together herself and viciously tore masking tape like a mad hyena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a matter of seconds, she was done, with all her hair messed up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/kannan2copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasnt that successful! Rong was extremely disappointed and would rather chopped him up to make bao instead. Poor rong, put in so much effort but end result still so disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rong sat at the backyard of her room to unwind. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/rong2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way do you think ching's hairstyle look a lot like Ah Chun, if u can still remember who. The retarded girl acted by Chen hui hui and she won a prize for it, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHING REALLY LOOKS LIKE HER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you send me a SMS please include ur name ok, i lost all my numbers during the repair. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113828857427641614?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113828857427641614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113828857427641614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113828857427641614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113828857427641614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/tang-dynasty-toture-chamber.html' title='Tang Dynasty Toture Chamber'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113809688713774075</id><published>2006-01-24T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:47:47.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fugly</title><content type='html'>Wah, Kartong read my blog too! Hahahaa, prime minister scholar can, also known as walking Campbell. Can i have half of his brain. I really dont mind carrying an art file around... Actually he came specially to have a look at our class &lt;strong&gt;Starlet Aunty May&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Aunty May can set up a small site for herself. She's really popular. Then she can imitate the Aunt Agony! And address problems from her fans and increase her fan base, i think i have fantastic ideas. Anyway nowadays problem teens are reallly rampant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE STUDY 1: Teen with Langa Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Aunty May,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been facing the problems of acne outbreak for half a decade and it isnt getting better. My friends call me Langa Bin cause my face is so rough like got car accident. I'm getting fuglier and fuglier every single moment and i sick of squeezing my new pimples, like everyday. I have tried so many facial products but the problem gets worse everytime. Am i fated to have langa bin or am i just SUAY KA LAO SAI. Aunty May can you tell me what should i do? People are prejudiced to ugly people and i really must get rid of this problem. HELP!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Langa Bin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE STUDY 2: INFERIOR BOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Ah May,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I crushed this guy for a year already but i'm very shy to tell him that. Actually i have inferiority complex. SERIOUS U DONT BELIEVE?! But the thing is, i think i look like you leh. If you can get married, shotgun somemore, i dont see why i cant! I really need to learn from you, can you help me please. Give me some tips leh, dont be so selfish ok.. I LOVE AUNTY MAY!&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;em&gt;muakZzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xiao Gin Na88 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont laugh ok, those are serious problems. You think have langa face very funny is it.. But in my opinion it's a form of protection. Cause no one will ever dare to slap you can they're afraid of scratching their own hands. And inferiority complex, a lot of people also got this problem. But i'll leave it to Aunty May to solve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a very fugly maths teacher in school. I actually mistook him as a construction worker. I have to admit sometimes i'm a little bit prejudiced against humans who look like aliens. Totally odd looking i can bear to look at him during lecture. Ok, i'm a bit mean by saying that but he's really ugly. So far i havent met anyone more freaky looking than him. He should go for The Swan! He and the skinny pencil math teacher make a lethal pair. Just by looking at the both of them is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should control my blog content. It's evolving into a tabloid. Look at the way i &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;colour &lt;/span&gt;my words, put them in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LARGE &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;em&gt;italics,&lt;/em&gt; TOTALLY similar to gou zai dui ( Paparrazzi). I dont want to be gou zai dui. Such a degrading job right, have to chase after mingxing and fabricate stories. Like how i help aunty may to create publicity. BUT CAN I CHOOSE TO BE THE MINGXING INSTEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year's coming.My parents are not giving me any money this time but that doenst stop me from enjoying myself ok. I'm going to withdraw my own money althought quite heartpain. I'm going to buy a very nice shirt from BUGIS! The one with a vest, looks totally cool ok alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random update to push my picture down. And help aunty may push her entry down also. Hahah happy not may? But actually you dont need to be really overjoyed or something cause i classified it under my MUST READ category.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113809688713774075?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113809688713774075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113809688713774075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113809688713774075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113809688713774075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/fugly.html' title='Fugly'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113801372096754262</id><published>2006-01-23T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T19:22:07.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turnMachine Productions </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Presenting to you, &lt;strong&gt;a polo in a polo&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/doublepoloblog2c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a polo in a polo is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day i wore this to Kbox and my mother coined this outfit as &lt;em&gt;The Kbox Boy&lt;/em&gt;. I think it's quite funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not hot meh&lt;/strong&gt;? I keep imagining the same question popping up around me. The answer is of course &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt;. But i only wear go Kbox which is air conditioned so it doesnt matter, if you're thinking of wearing a polo tee in a polo tee and go &lt;strong&gt;cycling&lt;/strong&gt;, please dont. Oh anyway nowadays they have the cheaterbug type which they sew both clothing together to make it look as thought it's 2 shirts but there's only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually, i have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entire outfit is &lt;em&gt;imitation&lt;/em&gt; (except for the jeans). Shirt's from&lt;strong&gt; bangkok&lt;/strong&gt; and shoe from &lt;strong&gt;hongkong&lt;/strong&gt;, remember?And the big obiang watch, from &lt;strong&gt;shenzhen.&lt;/strong&gt; HA! I'm an &lt;strong&gt;international patron &lt;/strong&gt;(of imitation products). The watch is as big as my mouth and i actually dont dare to wear it out cause it's extremely AA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after kbox that day we went to take neoprint. Ha. Waste money again . it's an activity you do when u have nothing better to do and tt's the only way Aunty May is willing to let us take photo of her. That day she wore a very &lt;strong&gt;short and sexy glittery skirt&lt;/strong&gt; but kept hiding away from the camera! She only allow BAI TO SEE. WA LAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/img012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, louis is looking in the wrong camera again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know today Jared said that louis looks like a &lt;strong&gt;Geisha &lt;/strong&gt;and i thought it was really funny. Then suddenly, i realise he actually&lt;strong&gt; do&lt;/strong&gt; look like a geisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some white powdering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some touching up on the hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A handmade geisha fan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And See what i've got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/louis2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK LIKE RIGHT. Ok but the powdering was abit too rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, my photoshop is getting skill&lt;strong&gt;ed &lt;/strong&gt;and skill&lt;strong&gt;ed&lt;/strong&gt; every single minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightyy. that's all for today. More when i'm free. Today's monday againnnnnnnnnnn. Tomorrow's TUESDAY MY MOST DREADED DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http-www.diaryland.com"&gt;LOWELL'S BLOG&lt;/a&gt; IS REVIVED TODAY. Hahaaa, rotten for how many months finally started again. Before you click on the link, please note it's locked. So you need password to enter. Dont have? Stay here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113801372096754262?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113801372096754262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113801372096754262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113801372096754262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113801372096754262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/turnmachine-productions.html' title='turnMachine Productions &lt;img src=http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/copyright.gif&gt;'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113785008695925537</id><published>2006-01-21T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T21:28:07.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling down</title><content type='html'>If you didnt catch anything from the previous entry, it's an inside joke and everything's fabricated. I forgot to put a disclaimer after the entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling down currently. Whenever i'm feeling like this, i just feel like slouching somewhere and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not suppose to feel like that because i did have a great time this afternoon singing, chatting, laughing. Everything was just wonderful. Thanks to lyn may and louis for turning up and sorry to jiexuan for not being able to join u all for memoirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's just the same thing troubling me over and over again. It's affecting my mood. Chinese new year's coming and i have nothing to look forward to actually. There's this heavy stone in my heart that i just cant remove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's unfair, sounds extremely cliche but it's just so true. Dont you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been praying every night in search of answer. I know it takes time and i know God will bring me out of this very soon and set me free. I will be set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i can grow up suddenly and not depend on anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaai, it's such a depressing entry but i just have to blog cause life's full of ups and downs. I cant possibly be in the Ups all the time, blogging happpy entries everytime. So i decided to post this, after May's entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando's back by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113785008695925537?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113785008695925537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113785008695925537&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113785008695925537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113785008695925537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/feeling-down.html' title='Feeling down'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113776768577213859</id><published>2006-01-20T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T15:22:51.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunty May says, I do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;continuation of Aunty May's Getting married...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a stroke of mischief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iieeee.blogspot.com"&gt;Aunty May&lt;/a&gt;, being single for almost 2 decades, was feeling really bored. So she decided to try out something which she has never used before! &lt;strong&gt;Online Dating&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Aunty May decided to try out online dating for the first time in her life. A milestone in life you might call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. So she decided to fill in her particulars and all... And there was this page which required some filling to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/profile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a matter of minutes, she proceeded to the main page where all the &lt;strong&gt;desperate applicants&lt;/strong&gt; meet each other. Misery loves company. May found her&lt;strong&gt; true love&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst all her queer requirements, she actually found one who&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; fits exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pro2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, she knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/mainpix_bites2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by and they slowly knew more about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a matter of days, bai proposed and Ah May, in her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;obasan flowy black nightie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/nightie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said shyly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Do.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, what a romantic love story, HOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone congratulated Ah May for her new found love. Everyone was really happy for her cause afterall, she's our FIRST class couple! And it's her FIRST love and also her FIRST marriage! The perfect date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we all wished her the best of luck, we also reminded them to &lt;strong&gt;play safe&lt;/strong&gt;. However, young people nowadays can get &lt;em&gt;impulsive&lt;/em&gt; at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i mean, dont pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/preg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise is good for the foetus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no worries. Cause &lt;strong&gt;they're getting married&lt;/strong&gt; soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/first.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended their wedding ceremony a few days back and i took a secret shot for you all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, arent you just so lucky to be reading my blog. You get all the secret, nowhere-seen pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you prepared for the wedding photo! ARE YOU. It's meant to be&lt;strong&gt; confidential&lt;/strong&gt;,actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/wedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!! Congratulations ..and celebrations..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, calm down. I know you are all excited over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they were pondering over what to name their child when it's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the&lt;strong&gt; chinese almanac and lunar calendar&lt;/strong&gt;, their name should look like this and called,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/baibaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, look extremely&lt;strong&gt; Guai Tai&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the baby looks like that, he will be a talented marshmallow eater and contact lens model. And he will bring good luck to the oil industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, everything happened so coincidentally and quickly and has brought so much joy to Aunty May. A turning point in aunty May's life and we're all happy for her. &lt;em&gt;2 hearts brought together, united as one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty may, got more cheesy or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her in school, do rememer to congratulate and tell her to play safe ok? Cause students dont have maternity leave one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113776768577213859?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113776768577213859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113776768577213859&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113776768577213859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113776768577213859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/aunty-may-says-i-do.html' title='Aunty May says, &lt;i&gt;I do.&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113758734158756697</id><published>2006-01-18T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T20:29:01.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunty May's Getting Married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/auntymay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113758734158756697?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113758734158756697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113758734158756697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113758734158756697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113758734158756697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/aunty-mays-getting-married.html' title='Aunty May&apos;s Getting Married!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113740870395716349</id><published>2006-01-16T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:51:44.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got a refreshing hair cut!</title><content type='html'>Everday when i return from school, i sleep-&gt; Wake up-&gt; do homework ,watch TV-&gt; Sleep. Then School again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my life's stuck in the cycle for the moment and you realise computer is actually not included in the cycle. But i will continue blogging still since it's such a stress reliever. And all the more i have to blog today cause monday is my reserved "&lt;em&gt;Media Day&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On mondays, i'm going to be 80% engaged in media activities, mainly, watching TV. Haaaa, i like to act pro cannot is it. Let me list down some TV programmes, 8pm Campus Superstar, 9pm Love concierge, 10 Pm Project Runway(last episode but actually i dont watch), &lt;strong&gt;11pm Grey's Anatomy&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HIGHLY RECOMENDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!), 12am Scrubs (asleep already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many nice shows! And does anyone know where to get that&lt;em&gt; bling bling&lt;/em&gt; belt that the campus superstar hosts are wearing! The one where the words can move across the belt, super coool ! Actually i saw it somewhere but my memory is failing, i cant recall.  I want to buy and maybe flash&lt;strong&gt; I AM YOUR FATHER&lt;/strong&gt; across the belt and walk along the streets 100 times. Or else i can wear to school and put&lt;strong&gt; IF YOU GIVE ME WHITE SLIP YOU'RE AN IDIOT&lt;/strong&gt; flashing across my belt. Bling bling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way sugianto is a louya host, if i were him i would have hid myself in the cupboard forever. He keeps tripping over his words and forgetting lines. The worst thing is he was the first one to be eliminated from the superstar show remember? Paiseh ka lao sai can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is currently&lt;strong&gt; week 3&lt;/strong&gt; towards my running to become &lt;strong&gt;Singapore's Top Student&lt;/strong&gt;. And life's been still quite ok for me, compared to my fellow competitors who sleep a ridiculous &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a day?! HOLY COW! How can i ever survive on 3 hours of sleep a day? HOW? I think those people will shorten life span by 10 years, look like corpse at the end of the year and&lt;strong&gt; who will be radiating postive spirit and outshining the rest&lt;/strong&gt;? Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, even if i sleep 20 hours a day i still feel tired.  So, I sacrificed my afternoon nap to blog, am i your blog role model now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u all please update more interesting entries with many many pictures. Everytime all i see is either a short post which i &lt;strong&gt;dont have a single idea&lt;/strong&gt; what is it about or sometimes no updates at all. I want to be entertained too especially after a day of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think school's a boring place and teachers are boring people. I would never ever want to be a teacher unless they pay me 10K a month. Look at what the teachers wear for example, i can even memorise.  If you're lucky u can even get to see 2 or more teachers wearing exactly the same thing! AMAZING HOR? And then female GP teachers have &lt;strong&gt;standard&lt;/strong&gt; dresscode, buy-in- bulk stretchable aunty shirt and black pants. Maybe they should just standardise and make it into a uniform! Arh, good idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not that i want to say but sometimes, i suspect the &lt;strong&gt;physics department&lt;/strong&gt; actually &lt;strong&gt;swap clothes with each other&lt;/strong&gt;, including the skinny maths lecturer. Talking about the skinny maths lecturer ( pardon me for referring him as the &lt;em&gt;skinny maths lecturer&lt;/em&gt;, i dont know his name) , he really needs to attend &lt;strong&gt;voice training&lt;/strong&gt;. Hello, school welfare department are u listening to this! He needs voice training! He cannot speak clearly and loudly, even with the aid of the mic leh. Despite 2 students raising their hands saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                      "Can you speak louder? We cannot hear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE STILL CANNOT HEAR. Alright, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about me, ok? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need money, lots and lots of money. Why am i not born into a rich family then i neednt have to worry about anything cause money can always settle everything, right? But sometimes, i'm also thankful i aint a rich kid. Cause it's become a source of motivation and life time goal for me to work hard and own my dream house, lead a comfortable, peaceful, joyful life. I'm a self driven and passionate person&lt;-take note, can write in testimonial hor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a refreshing hair cut today! I feel so relieved and refreshed. I like haircuts when they dont go wrong. Now i dont look very ching chong chung ching cause my hair dont look like the bushy helmet mongolian hairstyle and the sesame black colour is wearing off too. Now it's the cool cut, understand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113740870395716349?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113740870395716349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113740870395716349&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113740870395716349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113740870395716349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-got-refreshing-hair-cut.html' title='i&apos;ve got a refreshing hair cut!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113716694655399142</id><published>2006-01-13T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T23:42:26.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of post lately, have been really lazy to even go online. But thing is, no one actually bothers going online anyway, unless everyone blocked me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's quite a pleasant day =] Fridays are always good, right? Also thank god i didnt have bio S which means i'm free by 1 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had class lunch today to celebrate leeying's birthday in advance. Turnout was incredulous, relative to other class outings. the KLZ (kartong lushan zhewang) gang refused to go, as usual, cause of dont know what funny excuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in cartel for almost 2 hours, taking photos,eating free bread...etc. We took quite a number of photos and they're really funny! Including one which YOUMIN who tried to siam from the camera while scratching her b**bs.  IT WAS REALLY FUNNY! When i get the pictures from mich's camera i will upload it here ok!  &lt;em&gt;Orlando is still being repaired for $250 bucks, oh man. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of fun today, really. Even on friday 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, channel 1 SCV preview channel has the karaoke channel! But i realised the songs they play are seriously, ulu. For such a long time, they were playing children's song and senior citizen songs can. HOW TO SING.  But it's free leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.. I feel like chopping my nose out, it's dripping like a tap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113716694655399142?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113716694655399142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113716694655399142&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113716694655399142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113716694655399142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113706814564390566</id><published>2006-01-12T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T20:15:45.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i getting boring.</title><content type='html'>Haaaai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how boring my life is, no matter how bad it gets, i still love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113706814564390566?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113706814564390566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113706814564390566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113706814564390566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113706814564390566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/am-i-getting-boring.html' title='Am i getting boring.'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113686816339425986</id><published>2006-01-10T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T12:42:43.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know who are your friends</title><content type='html'>Second week into school and today's hari raya. To be honest, i dont know what's the significance of it but i'm just really thankful it's a holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at my organiser and i realised this year's going to be real fast! subtracting all the holidays and stuff, we're left with 100 plus school days, good hor! This also means that i better spend each day with&lt;em&gt; quality&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been raining almost everyday, not that i'm complaining, in fact i like rainy days. I like rainy days like today when i can just sleep in and dreamm. You know that day i think i broke record for the most number of dreams in a night cause i dreamt about 5 different dreams in one night! Including one which my house was broken into and the buglar stole nothing but &lt;strong&gt;vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;! HAHAHA!! I think must be because i ate too much salad that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far i think school's getting better.  Happiness is a daily decision and everyday i tell myself it'll be a GOOD day. That's helps, really. So i shall stop dreading school days, including days when i have to run many rounds around the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, &lt;em&gt; Friends&lt;/em&gt; has become such a vague and ambiguous word, i dont know what is it. Do you consider acquaintance as friends.. I dont. Acquaintance shall always remain as acquaintance i think. That's why i really dont bother trying to make friends with everyone. What's the purpose of making everyone know you? I think it's just an ego problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type who would rather have a few close friends rather then a big bunch of &lt;em&gt;normal &lt;/em&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be my friend, you cannot :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say i'm stupid in front of my face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;point out the imitations i'm wearing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tell me to eat shit &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shout &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shut up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at my face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;badmouth me with a group of friends and laugh loudly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;put glue on my hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;try to pluck my leghair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stuff rubbish into my bag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;draw on my uniform&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laugh at my passport photo &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say my hair look like &lt;em&gt;san mao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malign me &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bang sey last minute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Delibrately not reply message.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WAHAHAH JUST JOKING.I dont have so many criterias and i just wrote them for fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, the way i put it really makes me sound as though i had a terrible childhood. But i dont ok, i live a chaojiwudi healthy and happy childhood. (And a lot of people are envious cause all they did when they were young was attend supplementary class when i play lego, eat ice cream, catch insects and burn)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My handphone is sent for repair and i'm using a louya nokia phone. Most of my contacts are gone! So if i happen to ask who are you, please dont mind me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And Orlando is still under repair! For 100 plus dollars !!! So until then, i cant post pictures!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113686816339425986?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113686816339425986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113686816339425986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113686816339425986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113686816339425986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/know-who-are-your-friends.html' title='Know who are your friends'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113655996750535927</id><published>2006-01-06T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T18:25:39.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video conferencing is really fun!</title><content type='html'>I've never in my life video conferenced before until last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really fun i tell you. I was chatting with my Afghanistan Friend that day and we actually video conferenced for 3 whole hours! Not that we're discussing some big business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was only a one-sided conference cause i didnt have a webcam, i only have a mic. So i only could talk. A 15 dollars mic is all i could afford. Last week the loanshark just came knock knock knock on my door and i was so fed up i shot him on the forehead. Someone give me a webcam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video conferencing's really cool cause it's free! And it allows ur friends anywhere to see you too. Next time try to video conference with your friends if u have a webcam, it will be really fun. I had so much fun talking to my Afghanistan friend we actually chatted for 3 hours. Over msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough said, let me introduce you to my afghanistan friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i better warn you my afghan friend is really a dua sua gu. He dont know what's a mic can, look, he actually thought it was a EAR BUD and used it to clean pisai. oh my, GAWD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/B6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But upon realising it was a mic, my afghan friend was really super embarrassed and laughed so loudly pepsi got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time progressed, it got a little boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! I've got a very funny afghan friend leh! He decided to dance their traditional folk dance to show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance dance dance, suddenly got EARTHQUAKE AT HIS HOUSE CAN. The scene from my view was in such a chaos all i saw was a white figure sweeping across the screen back and forth rapidly and screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it was all planned out by my afghan friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly, 3 hours passed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT'S TIME TO SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i told you video conferencing is really fun. You MUST TRY OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my Afghan friend has a blog too! go read his blog it's really entertaining. To proceed, click:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yichun.ebloggy.com"&gt;MY AFGHAN FRIEND&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hor dont know why now my msn connection is like liching's. It keeps getting disconnected every few minutes. I dont know what's wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bloody phone is SPOILT. My new O2 PHONE! Arh lousy phone. Everytime i write a message and it hits 64 letters, i cant type anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ORLANDO ISNT BACK YET. I CANT TAKE PICTURES OF MYSELF. hahaha, ok i'm joking, i'm really camera shy if u havent realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling super duper lazy today. WHART HAPPEN TO MY MUGGER SPIRIT. OUTWIT OUTLAST OUT MUG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like sleeping through the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113655996750535927?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113655996750535927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113655996750535927&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113655996750535927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113655996750535927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/video-conferencing-is-really-fun.html' title='Video conferencing is really fun!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113638961464522911</id><published>2006-01-04T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:46:54.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone's busy!</title><content type='html'>Everyone's getting busy and i must get back on track. i cant afford to let my j2 time go astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway anyway, today i got my room painted! I wanted blue but in the end due to miscommunication it is white now! I dont think white is a very good colour although it makes the place look more spacious and clean. Now my room feels rather cold, like a prison. I'm prolly getting some things to hang on the wall to make my room feel warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must control my television dosage, it's affecting my work! I kept getting ditracted tt the entire night i only did 4 chem questions! Arh i must sell the TVs to garang guni.  But my house got so many telvisions, haha! I even got one spare TV sitting around can u believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for weekend to come and then the hari raya holiday to come. I need some buffer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's super duper organised right now and i'm very proud of myself for throwing away 5 bags of things from my room and re-organising my stuff and archiving 05 work! Let me give myself a pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, done. Oh you know my room has so much rubbish it is sufficient to serve as a house itself, just that i'm short of a Fridge and washing machine and toilet bowl. And i actually found a blue motorola handphone out of the blue! Hahaha!! And the funniest thing is to see those very very old photos, in sepia mode type. I was laughing at how skinny my parents were when they got married. Oh man, they look like popeye and olive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting a bit late and tmr's quite a long day. I better go catch some sleep. See u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113638961464522911?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113638961464522911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113638961464522911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113638961464522911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113638961464522911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/everyones-busy.html' title='everyone&apos;s busy!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113629306444261456</id><published>2006-01-03T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:57:44.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day at School</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of school in 2006 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine i thought. I have actually lots of things to say but it might get quite offensive i i really type everything out so i guess i better keep my mouth shut first. &lt;em&gt;Ok, this is actually an excuse, i want to watch TV later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i realised how selfish some people in class are. Self centred people irks me because all they think about is their own freak lives. As long as they have&lt;em&gt; it&lt;/em&gt;, who cares about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-censored-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know how to put it.  So tt's it ok, no more juicy details. Ha. Ha. HA!  &lt;em&gt;Siao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have 3 new teachers for the year! Bad news leh, i like ms wee mrs kong and mrs butler! Why did all of you leave.. Now we got new teachers whom i really really hope are GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i decided to turn over a new leaf this year. I'm going to be really serious and hardworking. Look, i even got my hair black!  Dont try to stop me ok, i'm really very studious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, actually i have nothing much to update about especially after censoring everything but i insist to blog cause First Day of School is such a blog-worthy thing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ok so i'm going off now, byee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  hi Ziting! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113629306444261456?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113629306444261456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113629306444261456&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113629306444261456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113629306444261456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-first-day-at-school.html' title='My First Day at School'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113619477192889554</id><published>2006-01-02T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T17:39:32.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's back to black!</title><content type='html'>I just went for a haircut and a hairdye too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it when people make a big fuss out of my highlighted hair. It's really nothing. It's not as if i highlighted until like some &lt;em&gt;monkey&lt;/em&gt; or what, it's just nice and i like it.  Colour hair is not equals to chao ah beng. I dont see anything wrong with colouring hair if it makes you look better and trendier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad it's not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to un-dye my hair and now i have &lt;strong&gt;wu hei nong mi&lt;/strong&gt; de tou fa. My hair can audition for &lt;em&gt;Yun Nan Hair Regain Centre&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;yay&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FOOT. It's SO BLACK LIKE SESAME. i look super duper ching chong chung ching. HELP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113619477192889554?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113619477192889554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113619477192889554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113619477192889554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113619477192889554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-back-to-black.html' title='It&apos;s back to black!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113610910504302524</id><published>2006-01-01T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:51:47.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006, Be the best year yet!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, this shall be my very &lt;em&gt;FIRST&lt;/em&gt; entry in 2006! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's doing reflections, resolutions, blah all those crap. Oops, i mean, reminiscing about the past year. But i shall not, cause i live life in the present. I shall take things day by day, one bit at a time and enjoy every single moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday was such a bore. I spent New Year's Eve at home, watching TV. But i really cant be bothered squeezing with the crowd, especially Orchard where all the groping begins.. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really bored cause everyone's not at home. Memo was atttending some dancing party and my sister was counting down too, leaving me the only one at home! Can you belive it! Oh pepsi was at home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway before watching tv, i was aactually having piano lesson. &lt;em&gt;Oh my gawd, ben, you're so loser, i dont want to making friends with you.  &lt;/em&gt;I cant believe how annoying i was yesterday to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate piano lessons. Maybe not that serious, but i just dont like piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first day when my piano teacher asked me why did i resume lessons, i merely told her cause i have a piano at home.  And it is the case what, putting the piano lying around uselessly is really such a waste so i might as well take it up again, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really really suck at piano, totally. I only practise an hour before the lesson every week, so what can u expect leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the main point of blogging about piano is because i &lt;strong&gt;cant stand&lt;/strong&gt; my teacher. She's a typical 30+ small built short hair woman with 2 kids. No doubt she's patient and pleasant but a few more lessons with her and you will see all the&lt;strong&gt; obasan void deck aunty&lt;/strong&gt; qualities showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one &lt;strong&gt;chaojiwudi kpo kia(must read it fast and irritatingly)&lt;/strong&gt; i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can i add, kiasu also. her son is like primary 1 and the way she's preparing him makes me think as though he is preparing for A levels . That day she was asking me about some secondary school matters and i almost puked when she told me her son is &lt;strong&gt;primary one&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with singaporean parents nowdays? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to her &lt;strong&gt;kpo kia&lt;/strong&gt; trait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has this habit of digging into your personal life, family life, school life and making unnecessary comments which is very pissful. (no such word, pls dont use in compo, but you get what i mean?) For easy reference, we shall call her &lt;strong&gt;Pissful Piano&lt;/strong&gt;. It illiterates even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scenario 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In midst of having lesson, my father came home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pissful Piano: Eh, you never greet your father one arh? You not very close to ur father hor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Brilliant BenJ: Er, not really cause he's always working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what do you expect me to say leh?! I never met people so kpo to ask me such questions before. Just because i never greet my father, doesnt mean anything! Not every household is like ur household, pissful piano. And ur son greets ur husband cause he's only 7, i'm a decade older, see if ur son still abides to ur nonsense when he's my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pissful Piano: Very weird leh, my son very close to his father one leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, pissful piano.  Who cares if ur son is close to his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as i was hoping pissful piano can stop her nonsense and continue the lesson, i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pissful Piano: I also feel that u are closer to ur eldest sister than ur second sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Brilliant benJ: Erm no lah, you got see my eldest sister before meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRECISELY! SHE GOT SEE MY ELDEST SISTER BEFORE MEH? NO!&lt;br /&gt;She never even communicated with either of my sisters before and she got the audacity to say such rubbish, baseless rubbish! I hate people who make baseless assumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pissful Piano: No lah, but i just got this feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i say? So i just gave her patronising smile coupled with a nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But pissful piano doesnt accept such response cause remember, she's a kpo kia.  So she kept looking at me kpoly, still expecting an answer, which is truly pissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant BenJ: CAN U SHUT UP AND CONTINUE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH of course i didnt say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scenario 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pissful Piano: Why you didnt practise, very busy is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brilliant BenJ: Yah cause i go out most of the time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pissful Piano : What time you go out arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brilliant BenJ: Around afternoon to night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pissful Piano: Go where? Go orchard road? Afternoon to night must be go orchard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected her to say things like &lt;em&gt;maybe you can practise in the morning&lt;/em&gt; or be more understanding and give constructive advice, but unfortunately no. She end up guessing where i go everyday and she thinks i'm a pathetic teenager who has nowhere to hangout but orchard road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough said about miss pissful piano. Let us put that behind with 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as i was saying, i was watching TV to countdown and can someone tell me why singapore doesnt have her own countdown programme? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for SCV, at least i got to watch Countdown party in Gao Xiong and Taipei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore was really pathetic to show those louya old movies bought from other countries when people are airing countdown parties. I know most people are outside counting down but please remember there are still people like me at home watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artistes from gaoxiong sing finish already go straight to Taipei to sing. Funny hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder all the singaporean singers like linjunjie and ahdu and sunyanzi would rather go over to taiwan to sing. All i got from singapore was a 20 mintute programme who showed tanya chua and fannwong singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think fann wong's really gorgeous. too bad she cannot speak english properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to rain again. May all our sorrows and troubles be washed away with the rain and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;may 2006 be the best year yet for all of us. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113610910504302524?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113610910504302524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113610910504302524&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113610910504302524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113610910504302524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006-be-best-year-yet.html' title='2006, Be the best year yet!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113596564039340643</id><published>2005-12-31T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T02:00:40.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New year's Eve</title><content type='html'>Just when life is getting so relaxing and i drown myself in my own world everyday, it's time for a new year. It's time to burst my imagination bubble and wake up to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's already new year's eve and in less than 24 hours, we will usher in the new year! Can you ever believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today, i shamefully say i havent done my homework and i havent pack my stuff other than my clothes. While everyone is busy picking up their pens and pencils, i'm still doing what, blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arh, i'm really quite disappointed with myself cause our teacher kept emphasizing how little time we have left but i still insist on doing nothing.(although some seniors say we should really enjoy this holiday cause next year will be tiring and i agree) I shall be a mugger next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, i need a pair of thick black plastic rimmed spectacles, messy hair, thick book, trolley bag and a hand carry file. Then i will chop the front seats everyday. I need to change new image. Then i will be secretly happy when people call me mugger but must pretend to be modest. Oh must ask for tutorials 3 pieces in advance, hog the consultation room and greet teachers with a 90 degress traditional bow. Hm, that should be it. Oh i missed out making friends with librarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont stop me from evolving myself ok, i'm going to do that. Who want to compete with me in the mugger-wannabe race, starting from next year, everything you've done this year not counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year has been long with orientation, performances and stuff. Plus Pw. I'm glad i've gone through everything rather decently i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 2005, have u been good? I keep asking myself this question but the answer is always hesitant. I wouldnt say excellent, but bearable. And i really hope i wont say the same thing next year this time. 2006, please be good! I'm looking forward to a good, smooth sailing year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the year of the dog next year! It's pepsi's year! Hope pepsi can bring us better luck next year but i must make sure he doesnt look too much like a cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy new year's eve everyone, are you all going for countdown? I'm going to be loser and stay at home tmr. I dont want to squeeze in the crowd on new year's eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113596564039340643?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113596564039340643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113596564039340643&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113596564039340643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113596564039340643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-years-eve.html' title='Happy New year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113585851469856140</id><published>2005-12-29T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T20:15:14.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How was cOda?</title><content type='html'>That marks the last performance for me in 2005. Nothing special, just felt like mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along this year, i lost my sense of urgency . Everything went so slowwly. I was taking my own sweet time and i actually left the house at 1.45pm to take 156 which takes 1hr to school and guess what time we were suppose to meet? 2pm. Yah, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new resolution for 2006: STOP BEING IRRITATING AND BE PUNCTUAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no worries everyone, i'm going to be really punctual. Trust me ok? (but i know only glen is gullible enough to believe, sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god joy's mum is giving eunice a lift so i hitched a hike and too the car together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw all of you can call Joy Xiao Qiang now cause she has this uncanny resemblance to cockroaches. Bu pa bu pa ok, mai-ya HEEE mai ya HOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/joycockroach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST JOKING LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised everyone was wearing clothes in weird combinations. Like black t shirt, skirt, black stocking and white shoe. That's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then shuyi wore a shirt with 2 pockets at her chest, looking totally like a, hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i shall stop it, later my mouth grow one mole. Moles are sexy ok, especially the big 3D moles. Chrissie has one on the edge of her lips, HAHAHAH! Oh liching has one below her nose, but tt one is not as ideal as it could be cause everytime she takes a photo, the mole looks like a &lt;strong&gt;PiSai. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstage was fun cause all we did was taking photos. Tsk tsk, people nowadays, so narcissistic.&lt;br /&gt;But too bad Orlando's still under repair so i have no photos! And everyone's lazy to upload the photos, see how impt i am on days like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i must really say chrissie makes a fantastic clubber.  Woah, u should see the way she led in the backstage dance and how she did the ostrich posture dance after glen. Marvellous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire night laughing, great fun! You know sometimes it's the people around you who makes things so much more enjoyable when you dread it.  Thank you everyone who made band such a fun place to be, afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a good break this holiday. Too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example today, i spent the entire day, Eating (amos cookies), Watching Tv, Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if i follow this cycle, i can grow fat. Cause everytime i eat, i feel sleeeepy so i sleep and when i wake up, i feeel hungry and i eat. So this cycle repeats itself for the entire day and i'm going to grow fat people! HOORAY! I'm going to break the &lt;strong&gt;100kg MARK&lt;/strong&gt; REAL SOON ALRIGHT! WATCH OUT I CAN BANG YOU OFF THE GROUND SOON! WOO HOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113585851469856140?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113585851469856140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113585851469856140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113585851469856140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113585851469856140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-was-coda.html' title='How was cOda?'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113570238476969834</id><published>2005-12-28T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T00:53:04.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, i've been sleeping a lot. I spend almost half of everyday on the bed. But you really cannot blame me cause the weather's reeeeaaaalllllyyyy gooood. Now repeat after me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rreeeeeaaaalllly goood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, i'm really impressed with the weather. It's this cool blue weather every morning and we hardly get to experience it in this warm tropical country. Sometimes i wonder if the angmoh people can actually stand the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i need to replenish as much sleep as possible before school reopens in a shocking week's time! ARH! I CANT BELIEVE IT. School's reopening for real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say i'm ready for school because...because... i havent touched my work! Now i can imagine those stupid geeky people rubbing their hands gleefully at me, laughing at how slack am i and how ahead they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, having a good break is most important. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, i have this secret to say. I really dont know why but i feel very good and blessed when i'm in bed. What?! You say i siao? Yah, actually i agree, i'm siao. Then especially when Pepsi jump on the bed and snuggle beside me and act cute each morning, i feel even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel this everytime, just these few days cause of the supremely good weather. And this weather makes me dream of good dreams. I like dreaming, do u? Feels good isnt it? Cause no matter what you do, wake up and everything's gone. Just that day, i dreamt i went to stayover at an indian family's house and it was during the tsunami period. What happens after tt i really cannot remember, i dont want to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my band concert coda at VCH. No one's interested in watching and i dont really dare to promote my tickets because i know no one can truly appreciate band music and sit through the 2.5 hours without dozing off. Admit it! Even i cant stand band music sometimes. So i dont want to waste people's money and blame me for making them paying 10 bucks to sleep in VCH.  I'll feel bad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i bought a storage&lt;em&gt; thing&lt;/em&gt; ( i dont know how to describe lah!) from IKEA. And i just sorted out all my clothing in the cupboard like polo tees, tshirts, bermudas.. I think i'm really organised. I'm going to repaint my slumpy room and turn it into a pleasant blue personal space for 2006! But i have too many things and am considering giving up the television cause it takes up quite a lot of space and the wires are making the place look messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, just short update cause i suddenly felt like blogging just now at such an ungodly hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando's going to be sent for repair and i hope it isnt too expensive. So for now, no camera for pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight buddy bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113570238476969834?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113570238476969834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113570238476969834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113570238476969834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113570238476969834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/recently-ive-been-sleeping-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113560909985676358</id><published>2005-12-26T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:01:36.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prawns eat fishcake?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Prawning today with my sister while her husband went fishing. We went alllll the way to Pasir Ris to Prawn and that place really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was chaojiwudi (my latest fav blog word) expensive and for 4 entire hours, i spent sun tanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paid &lt;strong&gt;$43.50&lt;/strong&gt; for 4 hours of prawning and guess how many prawns we caught leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;teeny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;weeny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;prawns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was the worst Prawning session i have ever been to. The pond is very small and it's expensive! But thank god for a goodhearted stranger who gave us 3 prawns cause they didnt know what to do with 3 pathetic prawnies. That makes our grand total of prawns to be 5! WOOHOO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5 prawns leh! And if you spend a bit of brain calculating, each prawn costs $8.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know out of the 2 miserable prawns we caught right, one was caught&lt;strong&gt; accidentally&lt;/strong&gt; when my sister hooked it's legs. I think it's that unlucky prawn which jinxed the entire thing. But it's not just us because when i look around, everyone's the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And they still dare to do what school holiday promotions where you can get cash rebate if u fished a prawn with a tagged tail. I mean, helllloooo it's already a problem fishing up the prawns, how to still go and choose prawns with the idiotic tagged tail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But i realise why is it so difficult to fish out the prawns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 1 : Cannot Use FISHCAKE as bait.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I grow so big first time hear use fish cake to prawn. And the fish cake is chao sng one can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's the oily fried fish cake leh, where got prawns eat? But actually they do and the problem is the fishcake snap very easily so it's super easy to lose the prawn once it bites onto the fishcake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's why i missed 3453785748 prawns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 2: They planted small fishes inside the pond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wa lao eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I found out that when i saw people fishing up fishesAnd those fishes eat up our fishcakes bait ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Arh, it was really quite waste time waste money. But i got a tan. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So in the end when i got home, my mum boiled the live prawns and gulp, gone! hahaha the 5 pathetic prawns gone in a sec. Actually it's quite cruel to see the prawns getting cooked especially when half is cooked and half is alive because the water level not high enough.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I should have went over to the SURE CATCH pond instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh oh it's 11pm now! I need to watch Grey's Anatomy on your favourite home channel, 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113560909985676358?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113560909985676358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113560909985676358&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113560909985676358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113560909985676358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/did-you-know-that.html' title='Did you know that...'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113544319905343965</id><published>2005-12-24T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T14:53:46.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, officially</title><content type='html'>I really have to say this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has finally arrived! I'm blogging this, reporting live at 12 midnight, welcoming the arrival of Christmas 2005 ! WOOHOO~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i just feel that singapore isnt doing enough to celebrate christmas! The atmosphere is rather lousy and other than Orchard road, nowhere else has the mood actually. Aiyah, i mean we cant blame anyone cause everyone's lazy, even i am lazy to set up the christmas tree this year, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, my family (excluding my father) went over to my sister's house for a &lt;strong&gt;christmas eve dinner&lt;/strong&gt; and it was really enjoyable. How i wish i can have more of this every christmas. My sister prepared steak and lambchop&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( this one not very nice),&lt;/span&gt; salad, meshed potatoes and sauteed mushrooms..since when did she learn how to cook so many things! And she really put in a lot of effort decorating the dining table, every steak had a mini santa on it and there were candles, pines etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hor, we all didnt say grace! Hahaha.. no i did lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arh, it was really &lt;em&gt;warm&lt;/em&gt;. And i got another christmas present from my eldest sister! Hahah, she's really a great sister, not because she always buy me presents.. I'm not that materialistic. She bought me a suave &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue tennis rack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! And something else( wrapped up, i shall not open it yet until BOXING DAY.) Oh she gave everyone a &lt;strong&gt;coffee bean voucher&lt;/strong&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy, just for this while. I have to admit there's been quite a number of things bugging me and i'm trying really hard to just delete them off my mind. It's christmas afterall, i want to enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year i feel really quite guilty for not writing christmas cards and i feel even more guilty when i receive xmas cards from pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me take this opportunity to show my appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following portion is people-specific, you can dont read if you dont want to.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Just scroll all the way until further instructions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XMAS CARD 1 : THANKS JOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/xmas1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, very nice right! Handmade one and it looks really neat, even my mum says so when she saw it. Plus there was a very pleasant message inside, thanks a lot Joy! It's really very nice. Have a blessed Christmas this year and every year ahead. You have been a very nice person and with all the good karma you've accumulated, everything's going to be smooth sailing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XMAS CARD 2: THANKS MICH KOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/xmas2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, thanks for being such a wonderful classmate and friend. I think without you i wouldnt be in rj at all and also thanks for making class-life so much more enriching and enjoyable. We really enjoy laughing at aunty may although she's always innocent, hahaha! And ms wee fan club, snack club... God bless you this and every christmas =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XMAS CARD 3: THANKS WEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/xmas4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, another handmade card but it's in Chinese! Have you ever seen a xmas card in chinese? No? Yah i got it! Hahah, even the message inside is in chinese but i'm really bilingual so it's not a problem. The message inside is really crappy cause part of it is directed by me. Anyway, thanks wee for always entertaining all my crap since like sec 3? Hahah! Wish you all the best in the coming year and peace will overwhelm your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XMAS CARD 4: THANKS NOVELLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/xmas3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novella, my senior in band who lives in clementi too! But now that she has graduated i have no one to share cab with. Nov, thanks for being such a great senior! Really one of the best in band i can say. although i only know you for a year, you have already left a pleasant lasting impression and i appreciate that. May your christmas be always filled with fun and warmth. Enjoy your london trip!&lt;br /&gt;Tze, where is your card arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XMAS CARD 5: THANKS SHUMAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/xmas5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShuM ! Your card isnt ugly! It's very unique i thought. Thanks for sending xmas card every year! It's been my pleasure and honour to know you and be in such a wonderful class like 4C. It's great organising 4C outings with you, no wonder they're always so successful hor! Hahaha! Yah, here's wishing you an extremely merry christmas and a happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OK, HERE'S WHERE YOU CAN START READING AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To everyone else, i'm wishing you a very blessed christmas this year and every year ahead. It has never been better knowing all of you and thanks for being such nice friends. I really appreciate everyone of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my christmas post is getting abit long and drama but congrats if you managed to read all the way here! I still have more actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my christmas post, what can you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm going to blog about my Xmas party yesterday with 4C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year we have 4C christmas party and this year is no exception! this year, shuhui has very kindly allowed us to use her father's office to celebrate. HOW COOL IS THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father is the owner of Weeds, a brand of health products, you can visit &lt;a href="http://www.iweeds.com"&gt;www.iweeds.com&lt;/a&gt; for further information. Hahha just say for fun i know you all cant be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is really cool cause it has a stage with a karaoke system! Hahaha and lots of chairs and what's more, the staff actually helped us blow balloons! See how big shot we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we needed to do is put on some streamers and bring some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought partay poppers and streamers! All bought in bulk from bangkok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/xmas7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/xmas6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/xmas8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our party was really professional cause we had Nora to do photography for us with her 2000 dollars plus SLR camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/xmas9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even her bloody tripod is bigger than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/xmas10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH! my tripod costs only 1 buck, so the size is also proportional to the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prepared chocolate fondue for the potluck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/xmas11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dipped almost EVERYTHING inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/Xmas12b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, shu hui's father was supremely generous and gave each of us a bottle of &lt;strong&gt;ACNE TREATMENT&lt;/strong&gt; gel. It's not the sample one ok, it's the real commercial one. I think shuhui must have told him about how langa our faces are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's still practical cause everyone has pimples and this gel is good because it is watery and transparent which means you literally cannot feel anything when you put it on and no smell too! It's called &lt;strong&gt;Silent Healer&lt;/strong&gt;, healing your pimples silently. I HOPE. You want to buy? Ok, you can get it either by telling me you have langa face and need urgent treatment or just go to &lt;a href="http://www.iweeds.com"&gt;www.iweeds.com&lt;/a&gt; and purchase it online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/xmas13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/xmas14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ALL HAVE SILENT HEARLERS, DO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, a little bit of advertisement but the main point is still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; =]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113544319905343965?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113544319905343965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113544319905343965&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113544319905343965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113544319905343965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-officially.html' title='Merry Christmas, officially'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113535590996962701</id><published>2005-12-24T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T00:38:30.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orlando's DAMAGED!</title><content type='html'>Oh benjamin oh benjamin.. why did you do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day i was talking to glen, while busily trying to get a picture of the streets, that my greatest nightmare is to drop my camera, Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy toto 4D also not so zhun can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I REALLY DROPPED ORLANDO. Sigh, it just happened in a matter of seconds and when i picked it up with my heart palpilating like mad, i saw a long crack across the 2.5inch LCD screen.  My heart ached for awhile while still thinking that it's &lt;em&gt;nothing serious&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw Orlando is not your louya 3.2megapixels camera ok.(i didnt mean to ostracise other cameras)  He is a 5.0 megapix, 2.5 inch LCD lumix FX 7 ok! A very expensive camera from my sister last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why why! The worst thing is my warranty ended just a few weeks ago, who can be more suay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando has served me very well throughout the year and i'm always proud to bring him out. All the pictures you see are from Orlando. Wah, i really cant bear to see that long crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit shite shit. I dont even have mood to blog about my Xmas Eve eve party i just came back from which was great until i cracked my camera.  Really very upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping the repair isnt too expensive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113535590996962701?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113535590996962701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113535590996962701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113535590996962701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113535590996962701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/orlandos-damaged.html' title='Orlando&apos;s DAMAGED!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113531230448622775</id><published>2005-12-23T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T12:38:13.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve's eve</title><content type='html'>I randomly picked&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 9&lt;/span&gt; christmas Carollers to perform here this &lt;strong&gt;Xmas Eve eve&lt;/strong&gt;. They will singing here for quite awhile, let's put our hands together to welcome them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.PRESENTING TO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE KACANG PUTECH XMAS CAROLLERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/Xmaspecial.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let me do a brief introduction to the Singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Row Extreme Left --------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy&lt;/strong&gt; who was too shocked that she was invited to sing Xmas Carols, &lt;strong&gt;Adriel&lt;/strong&gt; who can be seen eating his chai dao guei, &lt;strong&gt;Aaron&lt;/strong&gt; with sausage lips, &lt;strong&gt;Liching&lt;/strong&gt; smiling like a mad woman and &lt;strong&gt;shu yi&lt;/strong&gt; whom i dragged here from sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Row Extreme Left---------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridget&lt;/strong&gt; looking really funny, &lt;strong&gt;Eunice &lt;/strong&gt;aka ms teen mainland, &lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; looking really retarded i know!, Random boy A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i needed some young blood in the carol that's why i included eunice's primary school picture and random boy A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit back, relax and enjoy the christmas carol =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even included the lyrics for you to sing along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I Want For Christmas - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true...All I want for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Is you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There is just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to hang my stocking&lt;br /&gt;There upon the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus won't make me happy&lt;br /&gt;With a toy on Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you...&lt;br /&gt;You baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask for much this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I won't even wish for snow&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;I won't make a list and send it&lt;br /&gt;To the North Pole for Saint Nick&lt;br /&gt;I won't even stay awake to&lt;br /&gt;Hear those magic reindeer click&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just want you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to me so tightWhat more can I do&lt;br /&gt;Baby all I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lights are shining&lt;br /&gt;So brightly everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of children's&lt;br /&gt;Laughter fills the air&lt;br /&gt;And everyone is singing&lt;br /&gt;I hear those sleigh bells ringing&lt;br /&gt;Santa won't you bring me the one I really need -&lt;br /&gt;won't you please bring my baby to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;This is all I'm asking forI just want to see baby&lt;br /&gt;Standing right outside my door&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just want him for my ownMore than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;Baby all I want for Christmas isYou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113531230448622775?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113531230448622775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113531230448622775&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113531230448622775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113531230448622775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-eves-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve&apos;s eve'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113526971755359499</id><published>2005-12-22T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:41:57.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear diary,</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fashionably&lt;/span&gt; late again. Not that i think being late is cool because i strongly think otherwise. Being late is a seriously, bad habit but as much as i try to avoid that everytime, i cant! I think it just boils down to time managment, nono, i think i sort of know the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime before i go out, i take too long to get my clothes. Let me see, that is level infinity on the &lt;a href="http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/10/manual-how-hiaow-are-you.html"&gt;hiaow scale&lt;/a&gt;. But i only take 5 minutes to comb hair, i bet other people take a longer time than me, so i'm not that bad afterall hor diary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went to Orchard Road again. I know you are sick of this place cause i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to wear until very kua zhang today cause i'm sick of looking like i work there. Later got talent agency come and find me leh? Hahah, you know i'm joking right.  And i realise 502, an express bus is really fast! I counted 27 stops but it only takes 20 minutes cause it doesnt stop at most stops and as a result i was really worried it might overshoooooot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit i'm directionally challenged and i wonder how am i going to drive next time. That day i actually alighted at &lt;strong&gt;Tanjong Pagar&lt;/strong&gt; instead of &lt;strong&gt;Raffles Place&lt;/strong&gt; until i realise why raffles mrt become so freaking small. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a stessful ride cause i cant afford to get lost or else it will really be chaojiwudi embarrassing to ask pple, &lt;em&gt;Where is Heeran arh&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no worries, i got there, albeit with a lil more walking cause i alighted one stop earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Tze hui and Novella and Glen, a secret third's meeting, no one's suppose to know and i trust you dont have a mouth right diary? It's a good time to meet when everyone's so relax cause the festive mood all over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(skip all the mushy stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tze hui is going to be a NAVAL OFFICER. So those going to army will get to see tzehui commanding. She will&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; sit on&lt;/span&gt; those who cant swim and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fart &lt;/span&gt;at your face if you say her hair looks like hay. So watch out for her, she's a tall,petite, fair woman with a pleasant gua zi lian, hmm, look like Fann Wong in short. In case you all want to know her, i must tell u that i told a big yellow lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tze hui is really a paiseh woman. You know she actually shouted &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SABRINA HO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the waitress' name. then she really came over and tze was so paiseh she has to &lt;strong&gt;pretend&lt;/strong&gt; to order watermelon when the watermelon was already delivered right in front of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We merely sat there for 3 hours talking, reminiscing about Tzehui's dirty linen. the most memorable incident was prolly the one she fell with a &lt;strong&gt;thunderous thud &lt;/strong&gt;through a hole in the band room. &lt;em&gt;Now you see her now you dont&lt;/em&gt;! Those kind of scenario. But i assured tze that no one really saw her but everyone&lt;em&gt; heard&lt;/em&gt; her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi buffet was so filling i skipped dinner. We ate almost 50 plates! Hmm, i'm on my way to growing buffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/942/320/grp.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photo was taken by the self timer function and it turns out the best cause when we asked a fatso to help us take, it turned out blur as a slur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we spotted this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hair woman and we requested for a photo but her sly cunning friend delibrately came over to make sure we didnt get the photo for free. So she insisted to get Tze number so that she can call tze tonight to sell her some bo liao teen party. must pay $35, siao boh! Tze actually entertained her but she help us take such shit ka lao sai picture. Blur until.. Plus the bloody bright lightboard make my face cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/942/320/pophairwoman.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the meeting ended there cause everyone has something else on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I good-heart go and attend a gathering for the camp friends but turned out really pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;But i had ice cream, all part of &lt;a href="http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/07/power-to-people.html"&gt;power programme&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/942/320/ice%20cream.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why blogger upload such poor quality photos! The photos are blurred a little, shall switch back to photobucket again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, stay tuned to my Christmas Special Entry! I've created something really nice for all of you to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113526971755359499?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113526971755359499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113526971755359499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113526971755359499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113526971755359499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-diary.html' title='Dear diary,'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113509982203217759</id><published>2005-12-21T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T01:30:22.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orchard Christmas Tour!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/942/1600/armour2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/942/1600/armour.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, all couch potatoes, get your lazy bums up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me bring you along for a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orchard Road Christmas Tour! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh before that, let me take my assistant glen along too... oh, and Orlando!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lightings are up again this time of the year and you really shouldnt miss it.  Really nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But we cannot go around on an empty stomach, so dinner first. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pepperlunch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ate dinner at Pepper Lunch! It's my first time there so this is considered a historical moment ok.  Can someone tell me why is it lunch and not dinner? Why cannot call Pepper Meal or something.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/glensauce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's a lot of sauces to put and the waiter emphasized that must wait for the food to cook&lt;strong&gt; first&lt;/strong&gt; then put the sauce! Not put the sauce when it's cooking cause you might smoke yourself to death. It's true, why you dont believe me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, in Pepper Lunch, everything's Beef. (actually they do have a little salmon and chicken).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="132" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/942/320/beef.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks good hor? Yup, it's really quite nice. Tepanyaki style, i actually like the tao geh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i realise they like to squeeze the tables together, so you can always eavesdrop very clearly the next table. Like how we eavesdrop the 2 woman bitching beside..hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, stomachs filled. Time to go out to the streets to &lt;strong&gt;breathe &lt;/strong&gt;the christmas atmosphere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/street1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy sidewalks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/street2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/street3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/street9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the music shelter, everytime you stand underneath it, you can listen to christmas songs, they even have the lyrics hung up beside it! You can sing along lah but dont say i never warn you, you will look siao singing in the middle of the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/street4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this place looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/street5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/street8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside this place, we saw the kids central actress Kim wakerman and we wanted to disturb her filming by asking her to help us take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/street5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a few christmas shows on the street too. Now you're seeing an Acapella by Love Acapella. The singer was a super drama queen, machiam she mariah carey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further ahead also got another show. This one is by a group of people clad in kacang puteh costumes singing christmas carols. I dont know why this one attracted a larger crowd cause the performace merely consisted of old people singing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus there was an lao enthu man in front clapping as though he is the conductor but i figured he isnt because i saw policeman drag him away. Hahha, no lah, i'm imagining things again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/street6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/street7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This escalator is deceiving. It looks very nice and elegant right but when you stupidly go up, YOU CANNOT GO BACK DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a one way ticket to a food court. To go down you have to walk one big round and take a few escalators! If you remember yourself seeing 2 of this escalators, yes you're right but both bring people up only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm, taking escalator can be a chance to take photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/escalator.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you ever understand the need for taking photos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking further down the street, just outside Ngee Ann city, there's an exhibition by different cultural groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/armour2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course sure have christmas carolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/armour3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is real and who is fake leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/armour4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen says he like the old woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i told him, it's impossible between him and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i shouldnt have said that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/molest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE IS MOLESTING A STATUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/armour.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all these people are really fed up cause they have to keep posing for people but no one ever tips them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/benglen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's the end of benJ duck tours to Orchard Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYONE, MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/last.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113509982203217759?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113509982203217759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113509982203217759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113509982203217759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113509982203217759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/orchard-christmas-tour.html' title='Orchard Christmas Tour!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113499126212013703</id><published>2005-12-19T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T19:21:02.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I TOLD YOU I HAVE A TWIN.</title><content type='html'>I'm really very free again, how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When i'm free, i keep eating. I feel like eating ice cream and pao pao cha now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm too lazy to go out and i decided to show you my twin too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/942/1600/doublesblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/942/320/doublesblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adapted from xiaxue. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113499126212013703?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113499126212013703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113499126212013703&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113499126212013703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113499126212013703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-told-you-i-have-twin.html' title='I TOLD YOU I HAVE A TWIN.'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113482447160282710</id><published>2005-12-17T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T21:01:11.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really so bo liao</title><content type='html'>WAAAh. I'm super bored now and I'm super bored i keep blogging. Has been a super duper long time when i keep blogging so many times in succession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to entertain me now and I'm going to float out of the window soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's on TV except PSC Nite aka Pu Wei Zhi Ye which entertained me a fair bit just now. Every week i watch the singing competition, i feel quite bad for the contestants cause everytime they zhao xia, i dont know to laugh out loud or not cause they're always so enthusiastic.  I cant stand those kids who sing as though they machiam shi ge lang song (reciting poem) like that. Then just now there was this fatty who kept dancing when the camera shoots her but i thought look like she's jiggling her fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN. That was seriously funny while the other 2 contestants, standing in line with her gave the bin chow chow black face look.  I like the fatty when she was imitating Lin Junjie's song when he did those wOOoo-oo-Oooo constipated sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing soon ended and i have nothing to do AGAIN. So i very bo liao, walk around the house and i found my TATTOO STICKERS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought those in bangkok for like what, 50 cents only! So CHEEEAAAP. Then i nothing to do so i decided to do myself a big fierce tattoo to ward off evil spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/tat.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waha! Scary sia! I am a chao ah beng alr. Tried and tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my tattoo but i dont dare to show. hahaha! I think i'll hide it below my sleeves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113482447160282710?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113482447160282710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113482447160282710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113482447160282710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113482447160282710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-really-so-bo-liao.html' title='I really so bo liao'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113481708591046955</id><published>2005-12-17T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T20:51:33.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la li da</title><content type='html'>It's almost been a month since i last went for band. No, i didnt delibrately skip band! It's just that I have things which i already planned long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why still bother to go, you may ask, since i've been &lt;strong&gt;missing in action&lt;/strong&gt; for a month? Because i'm a very responsible person and there's a concert coming up which i &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; found out the date when i received the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it when they issue everyone tickets to sell so conveniently. EVERYTIME there's a performance, i receive tickets to sell. Remember &lt;strong&gt;bandaid&lt;/strong&gt;? Although the ticket is&lt;strong&gt; only $5&lt;/strong&gt;, i had a torturous time getting them off. In fact, i didnt manage to sell them off until the &lt;strong&gt;very last minute&lt;/strong&gt; when i placed them at the door counter. And that's because i'm lucky, if not, i'd have to absorb the entire cost of the tickets. What's the meaning of performing when you practise so hard but no one wants to watch and &lt;strong&gt;you have to pay for the tickets yourself&lt;/strong&gt;? Hello, I'm playing FOR a concert, why do i have to resort to absorbing the cost of thee tickets arh? I might as well play in front of the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THAT'S WHY YOU MUST PUT IN MORE EFFORT AND SELL THE TICKETS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if i didnt put in effort in selling the tickets. I tried so hard to persuade everyone and even created an entire entry to promote the concert, but still? &lt;strong&gt;0 Sales&lt;/strong&gt;. So i'm really sick of selling tickets but unfortunately again, i end up with 4 tickets which costs &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$10 EACH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I'm obliged to sell them off. If i dont, i have to absorb $40 from my own pocket and i doubt i will be able to sell them off. so how? I cant afford to absorb the cost, it's 40 dollars hello..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont understand why has this to be the case everytime. Cant they just do more publicity and make people buy the tickets themselves or allow us to get tickets by order? Instead of forcing down 4 tickets into our throats to sell why cant we just try to sell and get tickets only WHEN WE NEED. And the publicity sucks too. Tickets cant go if publicity is so lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Typical Scenario,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello jonny, you want to come for CODA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonny: HUH? WHAT CODA? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIMI LAI EH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who on earth will know what is CODA you tell me? And so i will have to explain, not that i mind, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Coda is our band concert, combined with Raffles Winds, on the 28th, VCH, $10 ....etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonny: Err, no thanks. *shrugs and escapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonny obviously wont go because CODA is so unheard of, he thinks &lt;strong&gt;no one is going&lt;/strong&gt; and if no one is going, &lt;strong&gt;jonny aint going too&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this cycle continues and i end up wasting my time, effort, breath and absorbing the cost. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113481708591046955?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113481708591046955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113481708591046955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113481708591046955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113481708591046955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/la-li-da.html' title='la li da'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113473512530934780</id><published>2005-12-16T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:52:12.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's Greetings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; is drawing closer and closer! I dont know why but i always look forward to christmas a lot, i think it's the festive mood, buying presents, doing up the christmas tree.. We only get to do all thse once a year right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about christmas presents, my sister has already long bought all of them so no need for christmas shopping. That's a big burden off my mother. You think what? Buying christmas presents need a lot of money one ok. You see that&lt;strong&gt; david gan&lt;/strong&gt;, spent &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$30,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on christmas gifts! You heard it right, 30 000! Maybe i should have worked part-time as a cleaner in his saloon. ARH WHY U ALL NEVER REMIND ME. Nvm, there's always next year right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way people,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I LOST 50 DOLLARS&lt;/span&gt;. I just realised it when i was talking to my mother about my wallet today. Until now, i still cant make out the reason for the loss of the 50 dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, before i rushed out for my camp,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait wait, i need to tell you why i was rushing, really funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sunday, i was sleeping soundly when i was awoken by a phone call from &lt;strong&gt;Lili&lt;/strong&gt;( a camp personel) . Reluctantly, i stretched out my hand to get my phone and forced my eye to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i saw her number, i immediately knew something's wrong and my heart was palpilating like mad while i struggled to press the answer button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LiLi: eh benjamin, Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er..I'm at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:I THOUGHT THE CAMP IS TOMORROW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LiLi: Aiyo! I also dont know what to do.. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she called, it was 745, the meeting time was 715. At the point, i &lt;strong&gt;had not packed my bag&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of my bed, hurry change, brush,wash, pack and my mother fetched me all the way to the very ulu marina punggol way, JUST IN TIME for the ferry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I heng ornot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you cannot blame me for being blur because usually camp where got start on&lt;strong&gt; SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt; one you tell me ? It's common sense to think it was monday right. Anyway, what i'm trying to say is, IT'S NOT MY FAULT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, i'm making myself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOk, back to the&lt;strong&gt; missing 50 bucks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially my wallet had 100 bucks from my tuition pay long time ago and i told my mum i dont want to bring so much money to camp so i took 50 buck out to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the day i return home, my wallet only left &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 BUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! MY GAWD. I DIDNT NOTICE UNTIL YESTERDAY I TAKE TAXI HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very ill the last day so i couldnt care less. But i recalled now, i DID have 50 bucks in my wallet and&lt;strong&gt; if it is lost because someone in the camp stole it, it would be to my utmost disappointment. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the people a lot and all of them seemed very nice and friendly, i never ever expect anyone to do such a thing and i trusted them so much sometimes i leave my wallet unattended. I really hope it's not anyone of them and it's just due to my misplacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhh, heart really ache. 50 bucks leh. Not easy to come by you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coughing like mad now. And the plegm refuses to come out. eh..this sucks.. The irritating piece of plegm is sticky,yellow...looks exactly like custard. I cough so hard and nothing ever comes out. If i continue coughing my bronchioles will burst and i'm going to die of suffocation. Gulp. HELP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so drowsy and lazy that i cant get to do anything at all. My work is in a mess i dont ever feel like looking at them of laying my fingers on them. Seeing them makes me sick another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year's coming to a closure, what do you think? I think i would rate &lt;strong&gt;6.5 out of 10&lt;/strong&gt; for this year. Not good, but not too bad either. Too unfocused! &lt;strong&gt;I am one lost sheep&lt;/strong&gt; this year i would say, i pray that next year will be better hor! BETTER BETTER BETTER! I still remember in the beginning of this year, the chinese zodiac thingy said all dragon year people will have a&lt;strong&gt; good year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure, organic bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really not looking forward to usher in the new year. I'm happy as it is and i dont want to resume that type of mundane life style again pls! To those people who actually misses school and cant wait to go back, can i tell you a secret, &lt;em&gt;shhh... bring your ear closer&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;YOU'RE SICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually hor, I have a christmas surprise for all of you but not yet! I hope it'll be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I would like to introduce u to my new found friend, Spikie! He's super friendly, see, he wants to make friends straight away! LIKE STRAIGHT AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/gifhands.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i shall let &lt;strong&gt;Spikie&lt;/strong&gt; to do my season's greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/gifnew.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH!!! I find Spikie really funny! You like him? Save him and you can use him as ur emoticon too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113473512530934780?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113473512530934780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113473512530934780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113473512530934780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113473512530934780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/seasons-greetings.html' title='Season&apos;s Greetings!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113457570512104827</id><published>2005-12-14T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:55:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I've decided</title><content type='html'>Nothing's going to get me down.  Every unpleasant thing that happened, shall &lt;em&gt;*snaps fingers&lt;/em&gt;   disappear! That's more like it. I can't be so moody everyday and when i'm moody i cant do anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own set of problems and what's more important is dealing with them and maturing in the process. For me, i've decided to leave everything behind and carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WELCOME BACK BENJ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, thanks for welcoming me back to this place! I havent blogged properly for a long time and before you all think this place is shutting down and stop coming, it's not! I'm back! No more camps, no more trips so it's back to full time blogging...hahah! I wish.. I need to study but before that i need to pack my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as i mentioned earlier on, i came back from a camp in Pulau Ubin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a camp organised by the children's kidney centre in NUH. I was there as a buddy and i had a whole lot of fun i tell you! It's the most luxurious camp i have ever been in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They let us stay in a 2 story chalet with air-conditioner, TV, fridge and even the table is filled with fooood! Waaaah.  You tell me camp where got so good life leh?  My chalet is bigger than my class chalet ! Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these material luxuries aside, the most important thing i've gained is seeing younger,braver souls overcome their obstacles and doing what most normal people can do too. For your information, there are children with kidney failure participating too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i see their scars, the tubes in their stomach, their dialysis, it's an emotional battle for me. It pains to see children as young as 12 undergoing dialysis.  They are bound to a foreign machine 10 hours a day in order to wash out the toxins from their body. Can you imagine? And they can only drink 500ml of water a day no matter how thirsty they are and no forgetting the large amounts of oral medication they have to take a day. That's too much for a kid to handle. Sometimes i wonder why is life so unfair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have never ever heard them complain once.  In fact, they are still cheerful, fun-loving and sociable. I enjoyed myself thoroughly with them, playing games, brainstorming for cheers and such. My problems seem so minuscule compared to theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I have also made very pleasant aquaintances and friends. I'm very blessed to meet such nice people who make memories so much more worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time for pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferry to Ubin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/CKC7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/CKC6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag Making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/CKC8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/CKC9.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/CKC1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/CKC10.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really reeeeeeaally proud of my group. We consecutively topped all the games ok! Our group dynamics was EXCELLENT! HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/CKC2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is joseph, one of my group member. I'm very proud of him and very honoured to know him. He's undergoing dialysis very unfortunately. His very positive attitude is something which i admire about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/CKC5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syarzrin! Hahaha, my another group member! Very cute right! Everyone loves him so much that they kept taking photos with him. The way he talks is ever cuter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawn Farm visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/CKC4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/CKC3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, on the last day, i was down with a fever and sorethroat. My fever was quite bad, even the air i breathed out felt so warm. Arh,  i just hope my sorethroat quickly heals so i can go kbox again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113457570512104827?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113457570512104827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113457570512104827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113457570512104827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113457570512104827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok-ive-decided.html' title='Ok, I&apos;ve decided'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113453193938744936</id><published>2005-12-14T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:45:39.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i forget everything</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of posts, i didnt have the mood to even switch on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I wouldnt be able to forget whatever that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate blogging about such things because it's afterall, domestic matters and no one ever shares about such things so publicly, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who are willing to lend a listening ear but i'm really not very comfortable about sharing. I really appreciate your concern because I know, there are always people who care around me and I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i just returned from a camp which came at the wrong timing totally. I will blog about it when i'm feeling better, maybe later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113453193938744936?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113453193938744936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113453193938744936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113453193938744936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113453193938744936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/can-i-forget-everything.html' title='can i forget everything'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113419593422689988</id><published>2005-12-10T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T14:25:34.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's near christmas but...</title><content type='html'>My life's in a mess now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the normal benj will never ever say such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent slept properly since yesterday and it's troubling me a lot. I have never ever in my life expected myself to do such a thing. I dont know if it's appropriate to say it out here, to everyone, but i really need an outlet at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family's falling apart.  I can't bring myself to say it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113419593422689988?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113419593422689988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113419593422689988&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113419593422689988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113419593422689988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-near-christmas-but.html' title='It&apos;s near christmas but...'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113397024853912497</id><published>2005-12-07T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:44:08.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocked, mr K?</title><content type='html'>When I came home on friday night, i switched on my computer and signed into my msn account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I was checking my mails,there was a message from The Photobucket Team which caught my eye , alerting me about the&lt;strong&gt; termination of my photobucket account&lt;/strong&gt;. Immediately i knew something was wrong and I opened my webpage and my heart almost missed a beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of seeing half of my handsome face and my name huge on the top, I saw, in huge caps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BE CAREFUL OF WHAT YOU SAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I realised all my entries have been deleted, &lt;strong&gt;including my photobucket account&lt;/strong&gt; which contained hundreds of photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Naturally, I was really frustrated and shocked because all my months of effort have instantly vanished before my eyes. A nightmare come true.  It was really deja vu of what happened to xiaxue and never ever have I expected my ugly black blog to get hacked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean, who will expect your own blog to get hacked right? So my password was super duper easy, i assure you that you also know my password. You're right, it's my&lt;strong&gt; name&lt;/strong&gt;. I even mentioned in &lt;a href="http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/04/password.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;one of my entries&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;that my username and password are variations of my name and I stupidly used the &lt;strong&gt;same&lt;/strong&gt; for my photobucket account. Stupid play on my part and so if you're thinking it was a &lt;strong&gt;professional hacker&lt;/strong&gt; who hacked, you're wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The hacker is as stupid as a spoilt tape recorder. He prolly took eons trying to crack the code and rubbing his hands in glee when he finally manages to do it.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the way, as i was saying the hacker is really stupid because he cannot plan his entry properly. After hacking he changed the entry twice. Ha! You think i didnt know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just after he hacked and mercilessly deleted everything, he wrote this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/hacked.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after an hour, it changed to become, the &lt;a href="http://hackedturnmachine.blogspot.com"&gt;current one&lt;/a&gt;. This also included him signing off as &lt;strong&gt;Mr K.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My fingers started to feel cold and a little trembly and i started to mail out to blogger support to recover my blog.  I waited..I wrote altogether &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; mails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the meantime i tried to source for help but no one could think of a way. I really appreciate people who tried to help me on the way. That's what friends are for right! And&lt;strong&gt; chuan yuan&lt;/strong&gt; told me to search for my blog in search engines which is really, a very brilliant idea cause i found my blog under the &lt;strong&gt;cached pages&lt;/strong&gt; and i know if in any case bloggersupport cant do anything, I still have my entries around! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While waiting for blogger to reply, i continued to upload my entries one by one and finally! I received a mail from blogger support saying that my blog can be recovered! I'm really thankful for that. Even my comments are intact! And Fortunately, i DO have my pictures on my computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHA! HACKER, SEE! EVEN BLOGGER SUPPORT IS ON MY SIDE.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  (plegm lands on hacker's bloody fat face) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trying to get me down? Try harder next time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now the more i read the entry left by the hacker the more i feel like laughing. It's maturedly, &lt;strong&gt;childish.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He said that :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lets just say that you have seriously offended someone who is capable of doing this.. or that person knows someone who is capable of doing this.. besides at this age, almost everyone knows how to break a 64 bit encryption.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I have seriously offended someone who is super capable of &lt;strong&gt;hacking? &lt;/strong&gt;That's what i can make out of this highly obscured piece of writing. Obviously, there's something wrong in the mr K's pea brain.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i still dont understand, have i offended HIM or HIS FRIEND? Anyway, i dont fucking care if i have offended you or your loser friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you think my entries are offensive, i think you should just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;swivel up and rot to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Your life is meaningless. No point living on when&lt;strong&gt; jokes become insults&lt;/strong&gt;, and everything is disturbing you.  Why is your life so sad? Oh, maybe that's why you cant stand me when i blog about happy things! Can i suggest you ban my site from your computer, please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As much as us, your friends support you, there are also others who wouldn't spare a thought for you. Survival, I believe is purely by mutual respect and much more importantly favour from God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, when i read this, i feel like laughing even louder.  What's up with &lt;strong&gt;Survival&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;mutual respect&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;FAVOUR FROM GOD&lt;/strong&gt;? What is your god? &lt;strong&gt;You worship a cockroach&lt;/strong&gt;? I think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Over here, Mr K is trying very hard to be serious but failed terribly, cause it sounds so childish and full of contradiction! For your information, &lt;strong&gt;I wont die without my blog&lt;/strong&gt;.  So pack up on your believes and get lost. I cant stand the thought of a person who worships cockroach lingering around this place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respect others (your teachers :) even anonymous commentors... if you don't want them to comment, just block the option off... know that as much as there exist freedom of speech, freedom of will exist too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAP.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know this blog means a lot for you... you put in a lot of effort in this. I've seen you blog even during the bussiest days. I respect that. But the thing is that you have to understand that other people have thier feelings too. This is not karma. I don't believe in karma. I hope you deal well with this loss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So is this &lt;strong&gt;pure evil&lt;/strong&gt;? You knew my blog meant a lot but you still want to &lt;strong&gt;delete everything&lt;/strong&gt; I have painstakingly built. And can you tell me who is the &lt;strong&gt;weakling's&lt;/strong&gt; feelings that I have hurt? I realise mr K, you do like to monologue cause i never ever mention deleting someone's blog as &lt;strong&gt;karma&lt;/strong&gt;. You said it yourself and retorted to it yourself.  What a &lt;strong&gt;weirdo&lt;/strong&gt; you are, mr k! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for your information, &lt;strong&gt;I have not lost anything&lt;/strong&gt; and there's nothing to deal with, sadly for you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Evil happiness wont last and i bet seeing this place revive again must have been a &lt;strong&gt;huge blow&lt;/strong&gt; to you, am i right? Especially when you and your friends have such a small and weak heart.  I really sympathise with you when your life involves picking faults in blogs and then hacking into it, delete everything then ask for forgiveness from a cockroach. Wake up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, i dont need a cockroach to bless this place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For those of you who still doesnt know what's going on and missed the entire saga, my blog was hacked! I kept the site for remembrance. Here, the &lt;a href="http://hackedturnmachine.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hackedturnmachine.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All along,  i write to humour and i really dont understand why people have to resort to such means. I dont think my entries are offensive at all!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enough. To summarise everything, if you hate this shit site, then just get lost and stop preaching to me about your set of weird believes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113397024853912497?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113397024853912497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113397024853912497&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113397024853912497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113397024853912497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/shocked-mr-k.html' title='Shocked, mr K?'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113344195222544573</id><published>2005-12-01T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:12:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BenJ's Discovery Travel &amp; Living: Bangkok. Thailand I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80KG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how much our luggage weighed on the last day. We bought so many things we can set up a stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there with half a luggage and we were back with &lt;strong&gt;5 full&lt;/strong&gt; luaggage. The biggest one was so heavy the taxi driver &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; while trying to carry it up the boot. Hahaha! Can you imagine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the thai government really love tourists like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Before i carry on, i must warn you this is a super duper ultra&lt;strong&gt; long&lt;/strong&gt; entry, i suggest you go clear your bowels, go toilet, grab a snack,coffee then come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i didnt buy a lot of things, really. It's my &lt;em&gt;sis&lt;/em&gt; who tried to buy the whole bangkok down and maybe my memo lah. Every 3 stalls we go to, we buy something. But you must see how &lt;strong&gt;cheap&lt;/strong&gt; the things are! Super duper cheap. Just take the long sleeves shirts i bought for example, in Singapore, one piece costs at least &lt;strong&gt;30 dollars&lt;/strong&gt;, even the offer pieces in &lt;em&gt;Esprit&lt;/em&gt; cost like &lt;strong&gt;29.90&lt;/strong&gt;. But in bangkok hor, one piece cost only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 bucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! And it's not those lousy &lt;strong&gt;toilet paper&lt;/strong&gt; quality fyi, comparable to &lt;strong&gt;Raoul &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;G2000.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time in bangkok, it's not only shopping as you might think. I dont really like shopping, esp with my sister cause we had to keep waiting for her while she make her purchases. My sister's really good at bargaining i tell you, much better than those &lt;strong&gt;silly farangs&lt;/strong&gt;. (farang means angmoh in thai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bangkok, you have to bargain from &lt;strong&gt;half &lt;/strong&gt;the price. So if the thing costs 500 baht, you have to bargain for 250 baht. Of course the stall owner will start to give those shocked face lah, then tt's where the haggling starts and you prolly get your item at around 350-400 baht. That's what i call &lt;em&gt;bargaining&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those funny farangs, they bargain for like what, 20 baht can. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20 freaking baht&lt;/span&gt;! Can you believe it, if you convert to sing $, they effectively bargain for a measely 70 cents. No wonder those thais like farangs so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying, we didnt go there for the goods only. We went for the &lt;strong&gt;services&lt;/strong&gt; too. Service like what leh? Service like &lt;strong&gt;Foot reflexology, hair salons, facial massage&lt;/strong&gt; etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me take you through the journey, are u ready! (&lt;em&gt;the above is only introduction&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say goodbye to &lt;strong&gt;singapore&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/BK1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ticket to indulgence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight's only 2 hours, not too long, i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the time we arrived there, it's night time. So we had dinner with my sis' friend who's working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/BK3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DINNER AT ROADSIDE SEAFOOD RESTURANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/BK4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if it's roadside? And who cares if it's dirty? As long it serves good seafood, it's a good dining place. We ate mostly barbeque seafood. Cheap exotic seafood! Shiok arh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/BK2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what's the first dish. Garden snails,maybe? The barbequed tiger prawns are the best, especially the eggy juice in the head. Oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever go to bangkok, dont always go to air-con restaurants! Be adventurous and try the roadside stalls too! You never know what's in store for you and i promise they serve very good food too. Most importantly,they're very cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, the shopping spree began at the night market &lt;strong&gt;Suan Lum&lt;/strong&gt;. Suan lum opens until about 12am and sells very unique things. Quite a nice place to go at night, not too crowded as well. I was too lazy to dig my camera out of my bag so there's not suan lum photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but! I got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chatuchak Weekened market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/BK5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very famous place already. I mean which tourist dont go there? They practically sell everything.. And they sell dogs too! The dogs are really cheap ok. 500 baht for one, which is equivalent to 20 bucks! Can you believe it! &lt;strong&gt;20 bucks&lt;/strong&gt; for a puppy. Pepsi cost 800 dollars. See the difference..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i subtracted 1.5 stars cause, it's very hot, humid and stuffy, making it not a conducive place to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/BK6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i like to eat the ice lollies or popsicle. Similar to my &lt;a href="http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/05/0-calorie-ice-cream.html" target="blank"&gt;0 calorie ice-cream&lt;/a&gt;, but smaller. They have rose syrup flavour, coke flavour..blah blah.. only 20 cents! Must try ok when you go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, we went back to hotel to deposit everything. The shopping harvest we have everyday is really shocking. We set out with an empty bag and return with 20 kg worth of goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we set out to &lt;strong&gt;MBK&lt;/strong&gt; via MRT. No, they call it BTS (bangkok train station)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/BK7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No eating one OK! Dont say i never warn you. That day i only bite a piece of mango, i got scolded by the security. Paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/bk28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only gave it &lt;strong&gt;1 shiok factor&lt;/strong&gt; star because the goods there are very&lt;strong&gt; mediocre and expensive&lt;/strong&gt;. Phaeng maak maak! Not good to buy things. &lt;strong&gt;Pratunam area&lt;/strong&gt; is a better place to buy things cause they sell in &lt;strong&gt;wholesale format&lt;/strong&gt;, meaning you buy minimum 3-4 pieces but at a very very low price. Later you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of shopping, my sis decided to do manicure/pedicure and my mum and i just went in together to wash hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/BK8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only gave it &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; shiok factor stars cause they're quite lousy in washing hair. Hahaha..they just &lt;strong&gt;flush&lt;/strong&gt; your head, making me feel like some&lt;em&gt; animal&lt;/em&gt;. Very different from singapore where they &lt;em&gt;slowly wash, lather, wash, lather, massage&lt;/em&gt;... No such thing there. Not worth the money although it's only &lt;strong&gt;6 dollars&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then they gel my hair until very nice. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/BK9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaHAHA. This is the first time in my entire life i'm doing this. Quite an interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/BK10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at my favourite &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beef noodles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This beef noodles is a major pulling factor for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/BK13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/BK14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So delicious that i eat&lt;strong&gt; 4&lt;/strong&gt; bowls at one go and i have it&lt;strong&gt; every single day&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strolling outside the beef noodles stall brings another pleasant, mouth-watering experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/Bk11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gu chai gui and barbequed cuttlefish are a &lt;strong&gt;must-eat&lt;/strong&gt; whenever i go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you might even find these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/BK12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just &lt;strong&gt;crispy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 we went to &lt;strong&gt;Pratunam Area&lt;/strong&gt; which is just outside &lt;strong&gt;Baiyoke Sky Hotel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing, these security gaurds really do have guts ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/BK21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around that area, there's &lt;strong&gt;Indra Square&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;City complex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/BK15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a woman, it's a &lt;strong&gt;shopping heaven&lt;/strong&gt;. Loads of things, that's why my sister bought a truckload of things again while i waited impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must understand, the number of shops to walk hor, is more than the 2.4km napfa test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/bk16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are super &lt;strong&gt;muscular&lt;/strong&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw this shop which sells ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/bk20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-shirts! I know they sell similar ones in Singapore but they sell for only &lt;strong&gt;5 dollars&lt;/strong&gt; for one! That's almost 1/3 the price in singapore, so i bought a few. And they also sell underwear in the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, i had sharks' fin for lunch toooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/BK17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 bucks only leh. compared to those small small bowl ones in Singapore, it's considered very cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for day 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheeenatown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/BK18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheenatown sells wholesale stuff. That means that you cannot just buy &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; piece of an item. You must buy in &lt;strong&gt;BULK&lt;/strong&gt;. For clothing about 3 piece a time. &lt;strong&gt;BUT ITS VERY BERY CHEAP&lt;/strong&gt;. I must emphasize again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when you want to buy a toy, you cannot buy 1. You must buy the entire of this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/bk19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only &lt;strong&gt;5 dollars&lt;/strong&gt;! So let's say i sell one of it for &lt;strong&gt;a dollar&lt;/strong&gt;...hmm..then i would have earned 20 over dollars a box! Wah. not bad, i can quit studying and start my own business. You all dont try to stop me ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those ear rings you see in Singapore? You know they sell like&lt;strong&gt; 8 dollars a pair&lt;/strong&gt;? They sell one for only 1 dollar! Cheap ka lao sai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is getting too long.. &gt;&gt;&gt;fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day, back to &lt;strong&gt;MBK&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, being the adventurous Singaporeans, we decided to take a TUK TUK. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT DARN TUK TUK DRIVERS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/bk27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a bastard. I mean most tuk tuk drivers are idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first he agreed to bring us to MBK for 20 baht. So we though, &lt;em&gt;Hmm.. not bad, very cheap what&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after moving a few steps, he stopped and told us to go visit &lt;strong&gt;jewellery shop&lt;/strong&gt;. Actually we somehow expected this. So my sister immediately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOOOOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even before he could finish his sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?! &lt;strong&gt;HE TOLD US TO GET DOWN&lt;/strong&gt;. ON THE SPOT OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSWIPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dont say i never warn you, next time dont take tuk tuks. They're meant for locals only. And the reason why they always bring tourists there is because every time they bring a tourist there, they get free diesel pass. &lt;strong&gt;FRee petrol only what, must resort to such means meh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheapskate tuk tuks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi's still a better choice. Actually BTS is better, cause there wont be jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister brought my mum to paint nails while i sat there and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those thais, really remarkable at doing nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/bk22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my mum, awaiting for her nails to be done.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/bk23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.do&lt;br /&gt;do&lt;br /&gt;do.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/bk24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my photography is really remarkable too. Who wants to employ me as photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in the mean time i have done a short video clip of the manicure process and the surrounding. I was too bo liao already, plus bonus thai soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia300143.us.archive.org/3/items/benJmanicureP1070374MOV/P1070374.MOV"&gt;I WANT TO WATCH !!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another reccomendation i would like to make which is a confectionary at the end of MBK that sells very good bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/bk29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after taking this shot, i was told that photography is not allowed. But anyways, i took alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, it's time for our legs to rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/bk25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 dollars/hour. Not bad at all , although i was trying to control my laughter most of the time. IT CAN GET VERY TICKLISH ONE CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/bk26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY FINALLY, let's return to home sweet home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/bk31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. And be sure to tune in to the next entry on &lt;strong&gt;BenJ's Discovery Travel and Living: Bangkok, Thailand II&lt;/strong&gt; to find out what exactly inside these &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; hideous bags which caused the taxi driver to fall down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/bk30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113344195222544573?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113344195222544573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113344195222544573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113344195222544573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113344195222544573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/12/benjs-discovery-travel-living-bangkok.html' title='BenJ&apos;s Discovery Travel &amp; Living: Bangkok. Thailand I'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113325531195245755</id><published>2005-11-29T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:08:31.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredddddd =(</title><content type='html'>roarrr the tv at home is spoilt and the computer's hogged 24 hours a day by my brothers playing maplestory/football manager/fifa/fear/need for speed/neopets/miniclip games! means i am one bored little girl =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got the (pirated of course) chicken little dvd, together with a bunch of other stuff that i wanna watch like the complete seasons of six feet under, desperate housewives, csi miami and whatnot. whyyyy is my tv spoilt?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be getting a new laptop cuz one computer shared by three kids just doesn't work out.. any recommendations? but i'm on a tight budget cuz i have no moolah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how benj finds so much to write about here.. i lead a basically very boring no-life life. the most interesting bits of my days are the times when i help out during operations.. assisting as a scrub nurse during a total knee or hip replacement is seriously no joke man. during the bone sawing the blood just flies everywhere =/ luckily everyone wears masks with eye shields.. i've learnt a lot by just standing there and holding open the wound + handing equipment to the doctor cuz i've got a great mentor who actually teaches me anatomy and explains each step of the operation as he does it.. =D he makes me touch everything so i get the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; of things.. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i think he does it on purpose so my hands get as bloody as his.&lt;/span&gt; i've also learnt how to stitch- wounds la not embroidery but i'm not as fast as the doctor.. sniffsniff. but he gets more practice while i'm still practising on a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sponge&lt;/span&gt;.. he says after i get better i can close wounds for him =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a doctor too =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes yesterday there was this &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;grossly fat&lt;/span&gt; patient (weighed 130 kg!) who obviously didn't heed the op instructions to fast from all food and drink 6 hours before the op. he ended up peeing all over the place once he went under anaesthesia. doctor wanted to castrate him but said he couldn't find &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; under his huge protruding tummy. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113325531195245755?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113325531195245755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113325531195245755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113325531195245755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113325531195245755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/boredddddd.html' title='boredddddd =('/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113301909799689201</id><published>2005-11-26T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T18:25:16.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guest blog 1: an introduction</title><content type='html'>hello everybody. haha this is lynette here. for the uninitiated, i'm guest blogging for benj until he returns on wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately for all of you, yours truly is IT illiterate. i am hopeless at HTML and photoshop. so i'm sorry, all photos posted here will be in their un-edited, raw and un-cut format. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keke let me introduce myself. i'm lynette. duhhh. i'm not as effortless funny as benj is so i'll try my best to post more photos and let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="225" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/lynette-/DSC02165.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um ok now that we're done with the formalities, here's the backlog of pictures i owe benj. from the &lt;strong&gt;great makeover &lt;/strong&gt;at glenn's place, we have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;golden monkey glenn! and his proud owner =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="225" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/lynette-/DSC02253.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to forget benj, since this is his blog after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well before taking those photos, benj, glenn and i were at CHOMPCHOMP having the &lt;em&gt;extreme CHOMPCHOMP&lt;/em&gt; show. benj, host of &lt;em&gt;extreme CHOMPCHOMP&lt;/em&gt;, forced glenn and i to try this strange thingamajig called "gong3gong3" imo, it looks like the shells i used to pick at east coast beach when i was a kid. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taadaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for a close up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/lynette-/DSC02244.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCK! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's glenn digging the poor creature out of its shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="225" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/lynette-/DSC02238.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the poor crabby thing itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="225" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/lynette-/DSC02240.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most ironic thing is that. according to ben, you can't eat the fleshy bit cuz that's the guts, and you can't eat the end bit cuz that's the sharp pokey tail used for defence. so.. the amt left to eat after painstakingly digging it out of its shell is sooo not worth the effort. and it doesn't even taste good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised benj i wouldn't post ugly pictures of him so haha i can't show you the photos of his contorted mouth from eating too much chilli. if you want them, ask me online or smth =D -evil laugh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more animal abuse, now we have hongyun's malnourished + cancer stricken dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="225" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/lynette-/DSC02230.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice how its ribcage is showing? and that protrusion on its foot is the cancerous lump =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, its very old already so cannot blame hongyun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry this post is so long haha but i'm hoping to cause a dramatic increase in benj's blog's daily readership so must write more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. and so we had class chalet from wed-fri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/lynette-/DSC02265.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clockwise from left, ling, aunty may, jx, me, koo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is our very own bbq &lt;strike&gt;geek&lt;/strike&gt;guru, kartong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="225" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/lynette-/DSC02266.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much everyone for turning up =D the turnout wasn't as bad as i thought it would be.. i had lotsa fun and i hope everyone enjoyed themselves too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's the end of my uber long entry but watch this space for more exciting updates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113301909799689201?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113301909799689201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113301909799689201&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113301909799689201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113301909799689201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/guest-blog-1-introduction.html' title='guest blog 1: an introduction'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113297739561710726</id><published>2005-11-26T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T11:56:35.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sayonara!</title><content type='html'>Hello hello! I'll be leaving in a few hours' time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it'll be a good trip cause my left eye kept twitching and i really hope it doesnt mean anything.  But this morning i was locked out of my own house! So i had to search the whole market for my mother for the key.  Such a bad omen, bad omen!  I hope it just stops there cause i really want to enjoy myself there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent pack my bag! Arhahaha.. i'm always so last minute. I can foresee we'll be rushing to the airport later (as per usual) but for now...let me relax.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be sending pepsi over to my uncle's house later and i hope peppy will be fine there. He's really quite rebellious sometimes. No matter how much we scold him to not urinate at the washing machine, he still will. Hope he doesnt do that over there.. but i know he will still do it.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, why cannot bring pets overseas! Then we dont need to keep depositing pepsi all over the place. That poor lil' thing still look so innocent, he doesnt know we're sending him away soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi's really adorable. I dont understand why some people can bear to kill dogs and EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, continue to come and visit this place cause although i'll be gone, lynette will be helping me to guest blog!  I believe she'll do a good job, people GP get A one can.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i better go now. Bye again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113297739561710726?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113297739561710726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113297739561710726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113297739561710726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113297739561710726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/sayonara.html' title='sayonara!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113289137519803714</id><published>2005-11-25T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T12:02:55.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neng song sam si.</title><content type='html'>zao shang hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's early in the morning 11am and i'm here blogging! How's everything huh? I've only been away for a day but it feels as though i've been away for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i am going off pretty soon and i just wanna post some class chalet photos. Not a lot, just a few and not meaningful one. But I STILL WANT TO POST CAN OR NOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have no time to write about it cause i'm going ICE SKATING NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i still dont start changing i'm going to be late. Talking about being late, i really dont understand why am i always late no matter how much i try to be early. NO MATTER HOW, i still end up late. Can someone tell me why. I know it's reeeelly a super duper bad habit to be late and it's super duper tooper irritating for people to wait, eh sometimes i also early one ok (just that very rarely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARH. I must stop now and start posting !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved all my photos under &lt;strong&gt;maymay&lt;/strong&gt; cause i realise i took a lot of aunty may's pictures. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i tell you aunty may's mad.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/maymay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just look at her! She's in this awkward praying-cum-spasm-cum-muscle contraction pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a short moment she started switching into her hyper-ventilating mode and danced PARA PARA SAKURA. She say she want to dance with aaron kwok can.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/maymay2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tt's all for Maymay pictures. I have a BBQ picture too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/maymay3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And very quickly, this is my last photo for class chalet. I was too lazy to take out orlando lah, very troublesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back with more pictures to document my Discovery travel and Living episode 2: Bangkok ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, say cheeZeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/maymay4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113289137519803714?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113289137519803714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113289137519803714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113289137519803714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113289137519803714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/neng-song-sam-si.html' title='neng song sam si.'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113271551305209275</id><published>2005-11-23T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T11:11:53.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rush hour</title><content type='html'>Here's a quick post just before i leave for my class chalet in 1 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, i wont be at home for the next few days until mid december! I think i have a lot of things but i dont feel as though i  have a lot of things. Oh, what shit am i talking about early in the morning. Wake up, brain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see i will be going away for class chalet, then i'll be packing on friday to go on my holiday to bangkok! Woohoo! I'll be going to bangkok! I realise i have been saying this for a lot of times but i cant help it. I'm looking forward to eat eat and EAT! I really really need to grow fat yah. Fat until you can see stretch marks, triple chin and the sam cham bah at the belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after i'm back i've band camp lah..pulau ubin camp. Camps! The bad thing about camps is that i have to wake up early every morning and usually i dont sleep alot during the night so i'll feel supersian the next day and it carries forward.  Arh, ok shall not think about tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hor, i will be missing in action for quite a number of days and turnmachine will be super duper unhappening. (although i think i will have loads of pictures)  And i'm thinking of having &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;guest bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! The idea of it actually sounds interesting, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dont have a blog and have been thinking of creating one but are too lazy then this is the right place! All set up and ready to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm,so can anyone guest blog for me! Anytime until next month? Or maybe permanently!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's running late! See you tmr, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113271551305209275?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113271551305209275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113271551305209275&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113271551305209275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113271551305209275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/rush-hour.html' title='rush hour'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113259485887803215</id><published>2005-11-22T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T01:40:58.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world peace man, world peace!</title><content type='html'>I know it's getting late in the night and i'm creating lots of noise as i type this out, but i really dont like blogging outdated entries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, tomorrow's my &lt;strong&gt;rest day&lt;/strong&gt;. I've been going out for the previous days and i realise, i really need a break, at home. I'm going to isolate myself from the outside world, enjoy myself as a couch potato...  drink tea, watch tv... My schedule's becoming packed and i really need to treasure the times of rotting at home before everything zooms past and it's &lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL REOPEN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i dont wanna think so far yet. Oh, class chalet is on the 23rd and tt's all i know. Other than that, i'm totally unsure of what's happening. That's seriously pathetic.  And straight after that, I'm going on tour again! I'm going to &lt;strong&gt;bangkok&lt;/strong&gt; this time. Bangkok is a nice tourist destination, really. If you haven't gone there, you've just missed out on a lot of fun! But this time i'm not going buy anymore shoes or bags, i'm more interested in the FOOD! Lots of yummy stuff waiting for me over there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, that's why i need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cause i've been going out for so many days, my wallet is naturally growing thinner and i'm very guilty of that. Mostly on food though and food nowadays are very expensive! EVEN HAWKER CENTRES! I need to save, if not how to go australia?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i'm born into a filthy rich family where i never have to worry about financial matters and stuff. Money's not eveything but money's undoubtedly, important. If i have bill gates as my father, i can jolly well quit school now and still be a doctor.   And i never ever need to check price tags when i buy things.. what a wonderful life i'll lead hor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, never mind. Before my mind wonder of to another world , i better bring myself back to reality. Life's not that bad anyway, i may not be rich but at least i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's sherwyn's birthday so happy birthday to you. Before that i was with babanets in my favourite hangout. Guess where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take photos but once again, i did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BROUGHT ORLANDO WITHOUT THE MEMORY CARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dumb can i get!? Why am i so absent minded. Why do i have a memory of a fish. I cant remember things, even things like where i went yesterday, i cant remember. Am i suffering from lao ren chi dai or smthn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain's sleeping without me now and i cant think clearly. I need to sleep too. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113259485887803215?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113259485887803215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113259485887803215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113259485887803215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113259485887803215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/world-peace-man-world-peace.html' title='world peace man, world peace!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113250340270467841</id><published>2005-11-20T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T00:16:42.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair colouring: Attempt 2</title><content type='html'>Once again, i attempted to colour my hair. The first attempt was done last month when i tried to colour my hair dark brown which turn out to show &lt;strong&gt;no effect&lt;/strong&gt; at all.  I think it because of the dye which my mum bought and i think the dye she bought is more for &lt;strong&gt;senior citizens&lt;/strong&gt;. You know those type the old folks use to cover up their white hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually used that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, i learnt from my mistake and i bought the japanese wax bleach which has lots of promising pictures of nice highlights... hmm. i thought this time would be successful...and i pulled in glen to share the bleach too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before i move on to show you the hair colouring process, can i digress to the pre-activity. &lt;br /&gt;Cause glen's house is near serangoon gardens, we decided to eat the WINE ICE CREAM. Lynette joined us cause we were at church this morning and we got to sit at the SECOND ROW, together with the &lt;strong&gt;leaders and a few celebrities&lt;/strong&gt;.. so cOol.. but it's quite stressful cause the pastor is really near and the camera man kept distracting me with his video projection can...so i need to constantly act &lt;em&gt;decent &lt;/em&gt;just in case my face appeared on the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to wine ice cream. If i keep continuing to digress, i think i might talk until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/HD1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/HD2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time i tried REFRESHED and COOKIES N CREAM. I wouldnt suggest you to try REFRESHED if you go there next time cause the wine tastes a lot like &lt;strong&gt;glycerine&lt;/strong&gt;, the one people wash their mouths with and spit it out. Can you imagine yourself gulping down glycerine ornot?! but the ice cream taste ok which sort of made up for it. Cookies and cream is good though, you can try that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as i was mentioning, my hair colour attempt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To play safe, we decided to get sample to try out first. Hey, it's our hair that we're dealing with ok. siao siao.. of course must get sample to try right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But problem is, where to get sample?! Glen and i have not enough hair so how?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/HD5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, that settles it. We used lynette's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/HD6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, it turned out pretty nice and brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's time to start WORKING!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/HD4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyn, the hair dresser for the day, starting mixing the ingredients.. mix mix mix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before everything, of course i took a BEFORE picture in remembrance of my dark black hair. And if anything goes wrong, at least i still know how i looked like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/HD3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/HD7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, glen said my hair turned &lt;strong&gt;blond&lt;/strong&gt; which was really very much, exaggerated.   And they kept chasing me to go wash my hair in case i turn into an angmoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i washed finish, i realise my hair's still &lt;strong&gt;black &lt;/strong&gt;can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK! WHY? WHY! WHY! Why cant my hair just be brown for awhile. This is down right sick ok. No matter how much i try to colour my hair, it's still black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's HOW LOSER YOU TELL ME. So i officially, declare &lt;strong&gt;hair colouring attemp 2, FAILED&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And there's no need to take the AFTER photo since everything's THE SAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we cant waste the dye right.. so glen tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/HD8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, i need to show you the BEFORE picture.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/HD10.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! MY GAWD! my found this in his desktop wallpaper can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time as a very good friend, i kept urging him not to wash his hair to allow more bleaching time.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.1hr later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/HD9.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice brown hair with some highlights! A very nice brown colour i think. Now he look like some  japanese guy! I WANT LEH. WHY MINE STILL BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, am i destined to have black hair. AM I? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wu hei liang li de tou fa, my foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything we went to CHomp CHomp to eat dinner. Lots of nice food but very crowded and expensive. I enjoy eating a lot but when i have to keep controlling what i eat cause of price and all that, it's not that enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took quite abit of pictures using lynette's cam but she's not online so i cant get the pictures! Nevermind.. they're very ugly anyway with my lips swollen, mouth crooked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! So that sums up my sunday! And i'm looking forward to the rest of the days =] See you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113250340270467841?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113250340270467841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113250340270467841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113250340270467841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113250340270467841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/hair-colouring-attempt-2.html' title='Hair colouring: Attempt 2'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113232574438069767</id><published>2005-11-18T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T22:55:44.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit u, mosquitoes</title><content type='html'>Those evil, sly, cunning, sneaky little things. How i wish i can catch all of them, wrap them all up in a plastic bag and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POK&lt;/span&gt;! Burst all of them to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are really sneaky alright. In the day time, i hardly see them but at night, when everything's dark, they start to whizz around and sting innocent victims. Now i'm typing very slowly, or what i call, &lt;em&gt;stunted typing&lt;/em&gt; cause my right index finger was bitten by a &lt;strong&gt;freakin qian bian mosquito&lt;/strong&gt; and it's swollen.  If you didnt know, i only type using my index fingers, therefore, a handicapped index finger equates to super slow typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something, until now i still dont know how to type properly. Properly, as in, mobilising all my fingers... like those clerks and secretaries who can type dont know how many thousand words a minute before they can qualify for their job.  Maybe i at most can type 50 words a minute, provided my index fingers are working fine. 50 random, short, simple words i mean. I'm simply, &lt;em&gt;pathetic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, i'm never ever going to become a clerk, so it doesnt really matter. At most i will take longer to blog? if turnmachine still exist next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attachment ended yesterday. Very quickly although i hoped to stay longer. Actually i could but i really dont want to disturb the doctors anymore.  I was suppose to stay overnight yesterday to follow the MO on their night duties, but there wasnt much thing to do so i went home at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really quite ulu at night in the hospital. Everywhere's dark and quiet. Somemore i last time always watch those horror movies make my heart beat even faster sometimes. Especially when i see open doors, cause you know they always have those scenes when the door suddenly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! And closes... Then the person get locked inside.. Plus hor, i realise that there's mortuary is in the basement which makes me suspect everytime someone who walks behindor past me, if he's a , a &lt;em&gt;real, living&lt;/em&gt; human..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really stop watching horror movies. I get very sensitive after watching horror movies, like i dont bathe at &lt;strong&gt;12am,&lt;/strong&gt; i dont look into the mirror after midnight, etc etc. hahaha, it's quite funny but when you feel a hand grabbing onto ur head when u bathe is not funny at all ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watch &lt;strong&gt;exorcism of emily rose&lt;/strong&gt; and it's a great film i thought. As long as i dont fall asleep in the theatre, it qualifies to be a good film cause i ALWAYS fall asleep in cinemas.  Not scary if not for the sudden loud noises occassionally but it's a very interesting film. The girl who acted emily is superb, i wonder how many bottle of &lt;strong&gt;chuan pei pipa gao&lt;/strong&gt; she gulped down to act those possessed portions of the film and she had to eat cockroaches, contort her body into several awkward yet funny positions... go watch! I believe it's better than helicopter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if one day, you are given a chance to change the way you look, how would you change it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those drama mama people will say &lt;strong&gt;I LIKE THE WAY I LOOK AND I WANT TO BE 100% NATURAL NO PLASTIC SURGERY&lt;/strong&gt; but behind they start looking into the mirror complaining about how piggy their eyes look, how bulgy their nose is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me,I want a more matured look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by saying matured look, i also mean a smarter look.  From my recent attachment to XYZ hospital, a doctor actually commented i look blur CAN. Although it's only a passing remark but it does bother me a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to gossipy shuyi who smsed me so quickly. The story is really quite funny. I was attached to this doctor whom i shall call, Dr T. Dr T has a sister in my sch and her sister knows, none other than gossipy SY. So i was attached to Dr T for merely 2 hours and he chatted to me and i found him very nice . BUT ONCE HE LEFT HIS SHIFT HE SMSED HIS SISTER and his sister sms gossipy SY which then passed back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happen in a matter of&lt;strong&gt; minutes&lt;/strong&gt;. He told his sister i looked very blur and the gossipy SY told me not to look so BLUR. Ok, fine. I didnt know such things actually pass so quickly and Dr T is actually such a ____ .  I thought i looked quite intelligent already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha hahaha, i shall not bother about such things. so what man?!  I &lt;strong&gt;dont think&lt;/strong&gt; i look blur and that's most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about doctors doctors doctors. these days i've been seeing so many of them, i feel&lt;strong&gt; i'm one of them&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHHA FAT HOPE BENJAMIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do hope to fulfil this little ambition of mine and be a doctor out there, saving lives. Actually i hope to study overseas. Firstly, in singapore, it's really competitive and when i look at those med students, only yr 3 and their faces show so many signs of distress. Must be the weather.&lt;br /&gt;But when i look at docs who come back from overseas, they all look so radiant and glowing, full of energy! That's what i thought a doctor should look like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with my financial status, i really cannot afford to study overseas. It's fAR FAR FAR to expensive for me to go, esp UK and US. Even if i sell my house, stay on the street, sell my fake shoes, imitation bags, squeeze everything DRY, i still cant afford to go unless i go acknowledge a filthy rich god father to sponsor me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But studying in australia's still an option cause it isnt THAT expensive. If i cant get into sing's then i will go for australia. Australia's a nice place, the weather's cool and nice. the people arent racist cause there are so many asians there anyway.  Ok, set, i shall go aussie to study.  Dont stop me ok. I'm going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, everything i mentioned are merely nothing but &lt;strong&gt;opinions of a pea brained person.&lt;/strong&gt; Dont take it too harshly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And O level's finally over! good for those taking it and bad for people like us who now have more crowd to fight with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113232574438069767?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113232574438069767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113232574438069767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113232574438069767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113232574438069767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/shit-u-mosquitoes.html' title='shit u, mosquitoes'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113214907594261306</id><published>2005-11-16T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T21:51:15.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only i'm a real doctor</title><content type='html'>these days i have been really busy and tired cause i'm attending a medical attachment. WAH!  It's really very very interesting, at least to me. although most of the time i spend looking at people quietly, i still find it super duper interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vocab's very limited, so when i say interesting, you know lah hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lots to say, but i need to sleep early today and am really quite exhausted after being the doctor's gen pi chong for the entire day, so i shall keep it short and sweet.  Anyway with all the confidentiality policies and stuff, i'm also not allowed to say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i sit through clinic sessions, make rounds in wards... The best part is being attached to the emergency department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i dont know if i'm hindering the doctor cause i understand it feels weird to have someone watching your every movement, especially in a clinic.  I hope i aint creating any inconvenience cause i really enjoyed myself a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave me a lab coat to put on which made me look a lot like a medical student. Eh, got people actually asked me if i'm a medical student wor.. Plus i followed the students around during their tutorials and i picked up some skills learning how to test the field of vision.. knee jerk reflexes.. etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the most awkward part of the day is lunch break cause i sit with doctors and i'm like, alone! U know how awkward it is... when everyone chats and burst out into laughter while i sit there like a dumb block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my last day there and no more doctor-faking.  I have to get back to reality and be the stupid dumbass student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i got a PSP! what's PSP right u swagu people. Play station portable! Black one! very cool so i can entertain myself on the bus and train. But the games is shockingly expensive. 80 bucks for an average game. ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113214907594261306?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113214907594261306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113214907594261306&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113214907594261306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113214907594261306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-only-im-real-doctor.html' title='if only i&apos;m a real doctor'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113197988365385974</id><published>2005-11-14T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T21:06:33.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron the Chao Kiam Siap</title><content type='html'>Today marks the finale of project work for me. Everything's over and done with and i'm really glad about that. FINALLY MAN FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can put everything behind and enjoy my holiday peacefully and this will be the last day posting pictures of my Pw meetings. I appreciate my group and it's been a wonderful experience working with them. They are really nice and funny people which makes every meeting not so dreadful and enjoyable. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/PWkannan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose finger longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/PWss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/xc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angst, fury, vengence! Hahah, not so serious lah, just happen suay suay i take until like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arh... i guess we wont be meeting together as a group anymore. But thanks again to all of you for making pw a pleasant experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now guess what i did after oral ppt today? I went to _____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to type the name out cause i'm tired of typing it so many times. I really dont know why did i go so many times! I'm mad and today i tried the 2-7 slot which is rather expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total amounted to 58 bucks for 4 people! That's very expensive cause it's suppose to be only 3 hours and usually if i go for the lunch hour, it will cost 28 bucks only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it wouldnt have been that ex if not for the 2 freaking bowl of NUTS. The kacang puteh nuts which Uncle Sujitha sells at 1 buck per cone... And you know how much they cost altogether?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$10!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i actually paid such an exhorbitant price for kacang puteh nuts. And you cannot reject the nuts cause when you step into the so-called exotic room, it's already placed there and it's part of the 'package'.But they didnt inform us in the first place... Absurd! They merely said 9.60+++ with free drinks. No one said anything about NUTS! Peanuts nowadays, cost a bomb. To think i even saw their staff pinching on the nuts ok, he better not dig his nose before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end they PLUS PLUS PLUS until we had to pay 15 bucks each. Ok fine, i shall not dwell into that since we dragged the 3hr slot to 5 hours. So it sort of, cancelled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really maluated myself in front of the cashier cause i never ever expect the total bill to be so much! I only brought $50 which i naively thought , was more than sufficient. But it turned out otherwise and i had to repack all the money and take out my rarely-used POSB card which i had trouble pulling out of the card holder... Hahah, imagine my desperate face.. WHY AM I SO POOR! Why cant my wallet be filled with $100 dollar notes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about money matters, i really dont like it when people starts to owe money. Actually, i'm quite fine with it but the thing is i keep forgetting. And as time progresses, i forget, you forget which then = money gone. At this rate, i'm going to sleep on the streets and collect drink cans. So i decided to create a list of money owers here so i wont forget. Wahahahaha! And i must get ready my pig heads one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Carol - $7 (sunglasses)&lt;br /&gt;2. Wisely-$4(pineapple rice)&lt;br /&gt;3. Aaron-$7( ____ and hair___)&lt;br /&gt;4. Glen-$4 ( hair____)&lt;br /&gt;5. Denise-$3 (____)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to write out the reason cause it really sounds stupid. Hm, let's see, it's $25 there ok!! Lots of money! See, if i forget, can you imagine how much money would have vanished from my pocket and how am i going to face my parents who slog so hard to provide for me...Ok, now i sound very kiam siap but i cannot be more kiam siap than aaron who refused no matter what to treat me a 3.80 ice cream which he promised to. Buy IPOD 500 dollars got money, treat me 3.80 no money can. Some kind of friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/ksaaron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/lingdenisekbox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113197988365385974?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113197988365385974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113197988365385974&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113197988365385974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113197988365385974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/aaron-chao-kiam-siap.html' title='Aaron the Chao Kiam Siap'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113181119848513337</id><published>2005-11-12T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:59:58.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red hot burning</title><content type='html'>My entire day was dizzy and spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing my post last night, i went to bed at 2am and i woke up at 9 am for PW. Actually we were suppose to meet at 9am, so you're correct, i'm late. But i think i should have been &lt;strong&gt;later &lt;/strong&gt;cause all we did was to watch shaoshuang edit her never-ending slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, laugh at me everyone. LAUGH. The whole world's finished their PW except &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; alright. 9 out of 10 blogs mentioned how they felt a released jailbird and something along that line... and the 10th blog being mine, still wallowing in self pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's so darn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today, making me feel even more agitated. Bad weather's linked to bad mood somehow and i felt so irritable in the afternoon that i went to bed, the best thing to do. &lt;em&gt;I'm typing like a cuckoo now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, there's a freaking uninvited pimple brewing in my forehead. My pimple zone's on and off, sometimes when i think it's getting better, it gets worse and then it get's better.. arh, it's such a vicious cycle.   Sometimes i just wanna use a penknife and slice off that hot zone and eradicate the problem forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in an hour with a headache to go for my official &lt;strong&gt;2nd &lt;/strong&gt;tennis lesson in my life. Hahaha, how pathetic!  I seriously am deprived of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tennis is getting better! Now i dont hit the ball anyhow and there's a nice&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; POK&lt;/span&gt; sound when i hit the ball.  You know when you're hitting the ball right when you hear the nice POK sound, provided the ball is not &lt;em&gt;punctured&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems i can only play properly with my coach cause he serves very nice shots for me to catch. When i play with friends, we spend majority of the time picking up balls, searching for missing balls.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i just realised tennis balls are quite costly! one ball costs 1.50 and to think we lost quite a few... so far glen holds the record of hitting the ball furthest OUT, right to the OTHER condo. I wonder how he did it, must have needed lots of energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i shall stop my crap before i deprive myself of more sleep. It's 12am now and i'm going to new creation church tmr. Any else going, can help me&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; chop&lt;/span&gt; seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, this is seriously a very bad habit. Kiasu people.  Next time i see anyone who uses tissue paper to chop seats, i'm going to remove it and sit.. chopping seats is not even allowed in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113181119848513337?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113181119848513337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113181119848513337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113181119848513337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113181119848513337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/red-hot-burning.html' title='red hot burning'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113172748097784738</id><published>2005-11-11T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T00:44:45.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need foot reflexology</title><content type='html'>On a bright sunny pleasant friday afternoon, &lt;strong&gt;Ben Glen Joy Eunice&lt;/strong&gt; set off to east coast park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahah, machiam writing primary school compo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i had a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; great&lt;/span&gt; time blading with the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blading (not balding) is such a fun thing, that even though i had to carry my blades all the west to the east, it's all worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And East coast park is a very suitable place to blade in Singapore cause the path's smooth and straight and..never-ending..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the breezy feeling especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we took lots of pictures and the pictures turned out quite nice except for my stupid black specs which made me look like some gangster, thief, blind cheekopek...etc. And photoshop can only save it&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; far,  but it's still nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i shall not say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blading at ECP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/glenblade.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glen&lt;/strong&gt; acting pro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/euhide.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eunice &lt;/strong&gt;aka Siao Zha borh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/joyblade.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy&lt;/strong&gt; playing three blind mice herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/mespecial.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think this pic is highly artistic though it was taken accidentally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we posed for a group picture halfway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/grpfall.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You should realise there's something wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And of course, you're RIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/grpfall2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#%$#^Q#^$^Q$&amp;^Q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Arh, falling down is common. But take it lightly like Joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/joyfall.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/glenme.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/eunme.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eunice suspects something is wrong. And people taking picture this glen extra go to the background and pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/shockedjoy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joy was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when i was taking this picture. Orlando scared her halfway i think. That's why her expression looks so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, now a proper one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/joyme.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/nospecs.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/grppix.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We took another group picture at the end of the league. No one fell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another very beautiful picture which i'm going to take to compete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sunsetnice.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that we went to parkway to have dinner and while eunice, the bottomless pit went to buy ice cream, we took photo again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/scoop2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After dinner we play again... air hockey is super exciting, you really must play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/glengun.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Glen was playing until very stressed but expression changes when i flash out orlando. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whereas eunice play until face green lips white,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/eugun.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, i'm really tired now and i'm looking forward to tmr at all cause i have so many dreadful things to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113172748097784738?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113172748097784738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113172748097784738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113172748097784738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113172748097784738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-need-foot-reflexology.html' title='I need foot reflexology'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113163593317433925</id><published>2005-11-10T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:18:53.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woosh!</title><content type='html'>I just realised why i have no comments for the previous entries.  Because that day i itchy hand go and try the moderate comments function. There's this new function in blogger to help you moderate comments which means you have to approve the comments before they will be published. That's not useful to me at all cause firstly i dont have a lot of comments to moderate and the comments are mostly from my friends what. So i switched it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted half an hour trying to search for my camera just now or else i would have completed this entry. How i wished i can just page for my camera, like what you do when you lose your phone.  After all spending all the trouble searching for it, i realise Orlando was just below a paper bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i finally made it to kbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, i went with Wee and Cy today. It's very hard trying to get everyone out cause we're all busy people you know. We reached suntec &lt;strong&gt;on the dot&lt;/strong&gt; at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/3some.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We love our voices.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i still think the clementi branch is a much better than suntec's. The sofa has a tear and they served &lt;strong&gt;near expiry&lt;/strong&gt; sushi can. You can taste the tinge of sourness in the shushi which is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooo-wharr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (suppose to imitate the vomit sound) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke (pronounced kary-okie) per se  is such a fun activity that i cant get enough of it. It's officially my new found hobby. Hahah! But the post kbox effect is my throat feels strained and i cant talk properly. I think it'll get better with a cup of honey drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i got my kbox membership too,&lt;em&gt; finally&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/kboxcard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i go to kbox, i learn new songs and my song bank is expanding expanding, soon i can be a song dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Toy r us&lt;/span&gt; which wee and cy promised to buy my birthday present, the badge maker. Erm, yah you didnt hear wrongly, it's my birthday present and my birthday has passed like how long.. &lt;strong&gt;5 MONTHS&lt;/strong&gt;.  Friends i have, but still, better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no fate with the badge maker. I just saw it the other day and when i'm finally going to buy it back, they run out of stock. CAN U BELIEVE IT.  So i just settle for the ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/stickermachine.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sticker Machine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sticker machine isn't as interesting as the badge machine and it's not really very quality. But it's still usable and thank you wee and CY for that overaged present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back home and memo bought the japanese hair highlight which i wanted to buy the other day and she's experimenting it on her hair first before i have my hands at it.  It's not a dye actually, it's a highlight. You have to squeeze the thing onto the comb and comb through the areas of your hair which you want to highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heck, memo used it as a hairdye anyway. And i tried to help her &lt;em&gt;highlight &lt;/em&gt;her hair by imitating those saloons. You know those saloons right, they use the &lt;em&gt;plastic food wrap&lt;/em&gt; and wrap the head and pull out patches of hair to highlight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to imitate but i end up frightening my mother. My gaWdd.  It was really hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was using &lt;strong&gt;scissors&lt;/strong&gt; to pull out the hair you see and you know, i'm clumsy plus the food wrap quite hard to poke through. So in the end i look as if i'm poking into my mother's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i will do it on my hair when i'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's actually my sister's birthday and she received such a huge bouquet of flowers this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 99 roses i think and the base of the bouquet feels like a bucket of water. I wonder how much that cost, haha, i think my sis would prefer &lt;em&gt;cash&lt;/em&gt; instead of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/audreybirthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi is really cute in the photo. Sometimes i just think he's a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/peppaw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to see him sleep on the pillow. He always seem so peaceful and comfy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113163593317433925?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113163593317433925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113163593317433925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113163593317433925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113163593317433925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/woosh.html' title='woosh!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113155043996718900</id><published>2005-11-09T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T07:16:11.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who says i got no life?</title><content type='html'>It just tastes... heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't eaten such a unique thing for a long time. It melts in your mouth and keeps my taste buds happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about the wine ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finally, i went to try the much talked about wine ice cream(much talked about as in, i talk to myself).  You really have to go down there to try the unique concoction of wine plus ice cream. It's amazingly, yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop's called &lt;strong&gt;ice3&lt;/strong&gt; and it's located at &lt;strong&gt;11 Kengshinton Park&lt;/strong&gt;. Sounds ulu right... Some people told me it's a condo, some said it's a garden... but it's actually in Serangoon gardens, near chomp chomp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that place is really for the riches. there's spa, massage, cafe... pub..karaoke... all the tai tai sort of entertainment activities. What's more, there's the &lt;em&gt;WINE ICE CREAM&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, everyone's busy and missing so i called memo to go with me. the good thing about going out with memo is she drives and i dont have to bring my wallet out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, i was really destined to eat the ice cream.  I went there exactly at the time which they opened the shop! Am i heng or just heng. If the shop's closed i think memo will murder me. But thank god the shop just opened when i arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CooL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/ice3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the blue lighting and classy furnishing. Maybe next time when i'm earning big bucks i will franchise this shop and open my very own Ice3. By the time, i will give all of you 25% discount ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was such a wide array of ice creams that memo can't make up her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/memo.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt have a problem cause i only wanted to try the wine ice cream.  Actually you can create your own combination but heck, i was too lazy to read through all the names and i chose mOcha Frenzy! I like coffee flavoured ice cream, i think they're special. Fruity ones are too common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/magicpotn.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, look at that.  The wine is in the test tube which is in the triangular test tube holder.  I think you are suppose to scoop some ice cream and pour a lil wine and eat it.  wine and ice cream go well together.  Hm, why didnt i think of it. Then i can quit studying and open my own shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memo chose the chocolate volcano or smthn like that. I cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/memoyum.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks sinful right. For those on diet, eat &lt;a href="http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/05/0-calorie-ice-cream.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;0 calorie ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of my POWER programme to put on weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich we got a cake for my sister's friend birthday and went to raffles city for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's birthday is tmr and her friend's birthday is today so we decided to just celebrate them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/eubday.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Happy birthday and may your slimming plan succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder why i just wont grow fat despite eating non-stop. And eating is such an enjoyment, isnt it? So people, stop eating Macdonals and KFC ! Such no life food are only meant for no life people to eat. Go walk around and explore for gooood food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's never complete without a good meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113155043996718900?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113155043996718900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113155043996718900&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113155043996718900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113155043996718900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/who-says-i-got-no-life.html' title='who says i got no life?'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113151333444096577</id><published>2005-11-09T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:15:34.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant stand rotting at home</title><content type='html'>Hello ? hello! It's the holidays and what am i doing at home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously bored to death because leehui suddenly cancelled the kbox session, leaving me with nothing on my schedule. And everyone seems to have disappeared to outer space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought so many clothes but i have no chance to wear cause all i do is stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i will go to &lt;strong&gt;11 Kenshington park&lt;/strong&gt; later to eat wine ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Then i will go down to celebrate my sister's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i decided to take up tuition again. Who want premier quality tuition teacher?&lt;br /&gt;And before i forget again, i must hao lian that my previous student got B4 for Chem but after my meticulous teaching, he TOP his class for chem ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this show, I'm cut out for teaching. Please find me. Price is negotiable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113151333444096577?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113151333444096577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113151333444096577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113151333444096577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113151333444096577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-cant-stand-rotting-at-home.html' title='I cant stand rotting at home'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113145632021965494</id><published>2005-11-08T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T00:07:39.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to do lots of things.</title><content type='html'>I cant just possibly sit down and wait for the holidays to just creep away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got of stuff that i want to do! I think i'm going to plan an itenary for myself, you know the tour sort kind of thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all i must visit kannan's favourite hangout, Little India. He said he used to go there to work part time making dousai (smthn like that) and walk the elephant. Those of sort things yah and he also reccomended me the mint leave to chew (the one after you chew look like you vomit blood thing). You know or not? I still can remember from the learning journey in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little india sounds really interesting hor?  Who want to go!  I must have a try at the different types of prata. I want to try the exploded one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next destination : sentosa. I've always said i wanted to go sentosa but still haven go yet. Actually my primary reason to go there is to get a tan and i hope i'm not suay until i go there rain.  Why must they demolish the Fantasy Island there! I really liked fantasy island and i still remember last time i got this Bao Qing Tian tan after that. There was this strand of hair which blocked my forehead larh, which looked like a moon shape you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich i need to go back to city life and go orchard road. Not as if i never go before ok, dont say until like i got no life only know how to blog.  I want to go myself this time. Alone. I never go orchard road alone before and i think it'll be fun living in a bubble of my own.  No one to ask &lt;em&gt;where to go arh? What you want to eat?&lt;/em&gt; All up to me, hmm, cooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i can film my own series of Globe Trekker Singapore Version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, it'll be interesting to visit the yio chu kang area where all the animal farms are, then maybe i can buy a quail home and eat quail eggs! The man promised to give me a quail for every A* i score in my PSLE, i can still remember very vividly.  But i realise now got bird flu. Better not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life's not about travelling around Singapore. I need to practise my tennis especially. Now i play like a nut and i really can imagine those people looking out of the window sniggering at how cock eye am i.  And i must stop losing balls and putting people swimming in danger. You know what today i went to play tennis with jiexuan, her friend jason and glen and the tennis ball landed in the swimming pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i must thank glen for coming down to play tennis with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget my kbox sessions. I need to practise my singing maybe if good enough i can join the xiao yuan superstar. HAHAHAHA, ok even i myself am laughing. But it's just my imagination ok, remember my secret ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, it's quite amazing how much crap i have generated. Before clicking on the CREATE POST button i dont even know what was i going to blog about and i was thinking of creating a short and sweet post but&lt;em&gt; bu zhi bu jue&lt;/em&gt; i type so long liaow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to do, mediacrop whole day show those funny programmes which i find myself stupid if i continue watching. You just look at the 9pm new show, rainbow connection. They started the show off with the actor dancing at the bugis water fountain thing. I thought that was for those xiao ginah to play only. Now even manhunt winner also play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113145632021965494?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113145632021965494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113145632021965494&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113145632021965494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113145632021965494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-want-to-do-lots-of-things.html' title='I want to do lots of things.'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113137231905577473</id><published>2005-11-07T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T22:01:53.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 7th Nov</title><content type='html'>This marks the second week into my holidays.  I'm enjoying life so far, everything has been slow and lazy ... and i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can hear my mother gossiping about her friend in the background and it's distracting me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My books and files are well hidden in the cupboard and campbell's collecting dust. I feel quite bad about throwing everything aside actually, especially when next year's going to be such a hectic one. I'm not looking forward to next year at all and sometimes i hope the holidays can just last forever. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;FAT HOPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's &lt;strong&gt;PW week&lt;/strong&gt; and everyone's busy preparing slides and script but my OP is next monday! So anti climax sia. I just want to get it over and done with man. All this PW stuff... makes me &lt;em&gt;dizzy&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come to think of it, i dont really &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; PW as much as most people do because in the first place, i dont treat it very seriously.  So everything comes slowly and steadily and it's a good thing anyway. I dont like unnecessary stress. I mean why make yourself so stressed over such things right? Stress or dont stress also must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's &lt;strong&gt;PW meeting&lt;/strong&gt; is super slack and it's not surprising at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went all the way from clementi to bishan, a whole &lt;strong&gt;1 hour&lt;/strong&gt; of travelling. Argh, i really really detest the fact that i live so far away from school. There's so much disadvantages to it ok!&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i waste lots of time travelling and i dont like to do anything on the bus except to observe people and listen to music. I'm not the sort who can hold on to notes and study in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i cannot find friends out because the place they and i go are different.  Some people dont even know west coast park exist can? And that's quite insulting cause i live a road away from it.  Then we cant go to each other's house as well cause travelling time alone is toooo long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i 'm side tracking again. I was talking about PW meeting yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend half my time eating rubbish and the other half playing crappy things.  I dont know why but i felt hungry when i reach xincai's house, must be the long arduous journey there. hahaha! I talk machiam i &lt;strong&gt;qian li tiao tiao&lt;/strong&gt; swim from mainland to singapore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then kannan and i played winning 11 which i was really noob cause i never played it before! I kept kicking the ball away whenever it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While shaoshuang was editing her slides, doing funny things like colouring the title in alternating &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and she still think very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hmm! Very nice hor?"&lt;br /&gt;"errr, yah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after she leave the place, we undo everything.  You see, we cannot do it openly or else she will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;roar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again like what she always does to Kannan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played with cai xin's &lt;strong&gt;$2 Daiso Net&lt;/strong&gt; and kannan the rude monkey go and put over shaoshuang's head.   I was laughing like a crazy hyena, not because she looked like&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; ruhua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but because of her reaction. You would expect any ordinary,normal person to try to retaliate and remove the net right? But not SS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hmm, not nice"&lt;br /&gt;[very calmly somemore]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the material not nice.."&lt;br /&gt;"if cotton better.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, she's really mad leh. Worse still, she took a stuff toy and played with it like a baby, behaving like a just miscarriaged woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend so much more time laughing and doing stupid things than i ever spent on doing my PW.  In fact we hardly did anything productive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess it's just part of project work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113137231905577473?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113137231905577473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113137231905577473&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113137231905577473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113137231905577473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/monday-7th-nov.html' title='Monday, 7th Nov'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113121064952924070</id><published>2005-11-06T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T01:10:49.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to update!</title><content type='html'>I've been rather busy these days.  But i cant seem to recall what have i been doing, i'm growing &lt;strong&gt;senile&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to update yesterday but i was really too tired that i just plonked into bed and slept all the way till this morning and dragged myself to band. I just cant have enough sleep every saturday and i end up wearing some &lt;em&gt;rubbish pisai&lt;/em&gt; clothes to band like as though i going coffee shop work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I coloured my hair &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maroon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with some hairspray that i bought from bangkok a few months back today and everyone thought i dyed my hair. HAHAH! I continued lying all the way and everyone was like asking why the colour so uneven and ming chuan even asked me how much did i dye my hair. HAHA. Come to think of it, it's quite funny.  Now my hair's all black! So for those of you who read this, you know i lied to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting quite late now and i need to replenish sleep and let my red eye heal. I dont want to go out looking like a rotten egg tomorrow! It's a SUNDAY! Hahah, i dont know why but i always feel that Sundays should be all bright, sunny and cheery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to cut the long story short, i shall photoblog and let the pictures do the talking for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday : PW meeting &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited all my bishan friends to my house which is in the &lt;strong&gt;west&lt;/strong&gt; side of singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were suppose to do PW presentation and you see lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/kannanbed.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i &lt;strong&gt;vandalised&lt;/strong&gt; Shaoshuang's cue cards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/SSCARDS.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY- ECP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went blading at ECP ! It was  good cause there werent many people and the pathway is very suitable for blading. Everything's smooth and straight so it's really safe. But too bad it's almost the other end of the world for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with carol and wisely again, my young friends. It's time to meet up again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/slowcarol.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol was eating so slowly, the snails crawled from mainland to singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the both of them decided to Cycle while i blade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/bladingbenj.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/pinkblue.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 hours, we deicded to rest at the beach,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sidebyside.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/bensend1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/handsandcopy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how rough my hand is, the fortune teller told me i will lead a tough life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/shoesand.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to like my shoe even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/weirdsand.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People act artistic cannot is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich they bought &lt;strong&gt;freesbie &lt;/strong&gt;to play and let me help you summarise the game in 4 steps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ah pink throws the freesbie.. Woooh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/frees1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Wisely, all alert and read to catch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/freesb2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Freesbie lands in sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/frees4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OI YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO THROW IS IT!?!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Reluctantly, W picks it up and replay from step 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/frees3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end off this entry, here's a nice picture to help you stimulate a peaceful and pleasant Sunday.  (ok, i'm bullshitting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sunset.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113121064952924070?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113121064952924070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113121064952924070&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113121064952924070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113121064952924070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-to-update.html' title='Time to update!'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113102984988421137</id><published>2005-11-03T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:57:29.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm leading a superstar life</title><content type='html'>I would like to think i lead a superstar life. I wonder how would it be like anyway. Rushing through scripts, choosing clothes to wear, meet my fans, sign autographs... haha, that would be very interesting i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching super idol yesterday and it was REALLY REALLY funny and a 17 year old boy got in top 10 ok!  (Actually i tell u a secret, my second ambition is to be superstar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, before i forget, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Selemat Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt;.  Come to think of it, i have no malay friends! Ever since i step into a chinese school, i have not associated with other races.  How pathetic, i would really very much love to try curry bird and kueh tupat, mee soto... (Haha, i'm exaggerating cause even though i have no friends of other race, i still do get to eat them. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to KBOX again today and i realise they dont have surcharge for public holiday. HORRAYS. I'm beginning to realise my talent in singing. WAHAHA. No, i must be more humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful thing about today's kbox session is that i sang an additional hour FREE. I refuse to leave until they chase me out and they didnt because they were tooooo busy.  But the bad thing is they served us COLD tuna delifrance.  I wonder why must they do that because delifrance is just next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which i went to play tennis with cousin and i reckon by the time my sister comes back, she will find all her tennis balls missing.   Oooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dont they just cage up the entire tennis court so the balls wont fly out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i went blading again! I dont really like blading in west coast park cause the surface's rough and the after effect is that ur feet feels as though there's electric current and every now and then there's a slope and my chances of falling down will increase to 80% cause i have absolutely no control.  Nevermind, tmr i'm going to EAST COAST PARK! ALL OF U DONT GO THERE TMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite tired now and i still needa go school tmr. Oh happy birthday to Ms Mainland, oh i mean eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And smthn about blogging, i really dont quite like blogs with chunks and chunks of words. It's not very digestable and friendly to the eye.  And i cant stand blogs with loud music, they really give pepsi a shock sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By the way, i'm not teaching you how to blog, i'm just giving my personal point of view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113102984988421137?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113102984988421137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113102984988421137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113102984988421137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113102984988421137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-leading-superstar-life.html' title='i&apos;m leading a superstar life'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113085568085136440</id><published>2005-11-01T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:34:41.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Deepavali</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy deepavali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everybody and hope you've enjoyed your holiday! Yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hallo&lt;/span&gt;ween&lt;/strong&gt; and today's deepavali, how ironic! It must have been a really special day for Kannan whose name is named after  god Krishna, which means the whole indian community is worshipping him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i dont like a holiday in a holiday cause i realise i cant go anywhere since everywhere will be super crowded. So i stayed at home the entire day listening to music, chatting. It's amazing how i can spend the entire day in front of the computer. I'm becoming a couch potato, a skinny one no less.  Today's activity was similar to &lt;a href="http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-didnt-mean-to-spend-my-sunday-like.html"&gt;Sunday's&lt;/a&gt; minus the photoshop part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way i stood on my sister's OSIM weighing machine yesterday and it measured i have a freakin' &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fat in my body. THAT IS HOW LITTLE. I'm &lt;em&gt;dangerously&lt;/em&gt; lean. In an average male, there should be like 18% fat( i think).  Later one day when all my fats are oxidised and broken down i will break down as well.  Then i will crumble into crumbs and get rustle along with the wind...feeeeeuw.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW HOW HOW. I NEED POWER PROGRAMME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, i need to stock up my food supply. I should prolly go to Sheng Xiong tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be like shuyi. HAHA,  EVERYBODY *erhem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUYI GOT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30% FAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A WHOLE 500% HIGHER THAN MINE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You min aka Fatty min prolly got more. Hahahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts random thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got good news to announce anyway. I've got a &lt;strong&gt;NEW PRINTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; NEW SCANNER&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW PHOTOCOPIER!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering why i suddenly got so many things, i just exaggerated everything. Actually my sister got this&lt;strong&gt; 3 in 1&lt;/strong&gt; printer which has scanner and photocopier functions. Cooool sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good news cause i can finally get rid of my haunted printer which works like a sugarcane juice machine. Save me of all my grievances and lowered my chances of high blood pressure. Halleluiah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i hate organising activities. It's such a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;First you have to find a time, date, venue, activity which everyone can agree on and this is frustrating part because it's hard to please everyone. And people with weird habits like wanting to &lt;strong&gt;act busy&lt;/strong&gt;, just makes it even more frustrating.  No wonder i seem to be balding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have to lias with people and wait for replies like their butler.  And to those people who last minute back out, i feel like stangling them to death. Darn.  You know how irritating is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from now onwards, i'm going to create my list of&lt;strong&gt; SHIT&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;ome &lt;strong&gt;h&lt;/strong&gt;orribly &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;rritating &lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;ee-ko ) people,  for those who backout lastmin, act busy, attitude problem...blah blah and exclude them from all events. Hm, yup, tt's a brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People nowadays. What's up man. Can you all be more ON like me. 24 hours on call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113085568085136440?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113085568085136440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113085568085136440&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113085568085136440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113085568085136440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-deepavali.html' title='Happy Deepavali'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113077398232388403</id><published>2005-10-31T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:53:02.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113077398232388403?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113077398232388403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113077398232388403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113077398232388403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113077398232388403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello.html' title='HELLO'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113067146339878653</id><published>2005-10-30T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T19:24:26.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't mean to spend my sunday like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/942/1600/friendsterpic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a nice sunny Sunday. The sky's bright and clear; the birds are chirping melodiously outside; the dolphins are swimming happily in the deep blue ocean and&lt;br /&gt; the seagulls weave in and out the magnolia clouds. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what was i doing the entire day? &lt;em&gt;Read ahead please&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at a freakin' 9 am today because the mad contractor in my neighbour's house decided to start work early and wake the whole block up. He started hammering, nailing,etc, creating ALL SORTS OF DISTURBANCES and woke everyone up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after breakfast, i realised there's nothing to do except to plonk myself in front of the computer and start to blog surf, msn, disturb people, look at people's friendster pics, practise for kbox... blah blah and i did this until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT BELIEVE I'M DOING THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, i'm blogging again. So when all of you come back from your family outings, party, gatherings, you wont see the same ol' hiaow entry there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking about friendster pics, i got quite grossed out when i saw a profile of a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 40&lt;/span&gt; year-old-enough-to-my-mother woman. The worst thing is she types like a premature teen and below her picture was a caption saying : &lt;em&gt;mi...after taking a bath&lt;/em&gt;.  EEE! Can you imagine your mother doing that?! MY GAWDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out several tricks which people used to make them look good in a photo if they're, fugly.  And you can use them too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 1&lt;/strong&gt;, take a photo with a &lt;strong&gt;big cap&lt;/strong&gt; such that only the mouth is shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 2&lt;/strong&gt;, make the photo &lt;strong&gt;black and white&lt;/strong&gt; to minimize blemishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 3&lt;/strong&gt;, take a picture such that only &lt;strong&gt;half&lt;/strong&gt; ur face is shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 4,&lt;/strong&gt; take photo with a &lt;strong&gt;big group of people&lt;/strong&gt; such that your face becomes shockingly tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 5&lt;/strong&gt;, take photo with a few &lt;strong&gt;good looking friends&lt;/strong&gt; and not identifying yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i think the best way is of course, photoshop. Let me give you an example, look at this lady over here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/friendsterpic2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(if this is you, i'm really sorry, i have no ill-intentions. )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very photogenic  but there's still lots of room for improvement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i have to say that &lt;strong&gt;size does matter&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, where's the &lt;strong&gt;eyebrowns&lt;/strong&gt;? hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, the &lt;strong&gt;colour&lt;/strong&gt; is horrendous. She looks like a sickly pale thing over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With just a few clicks on the mouse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/fat3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for better comparison,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/fat1new.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she looks much better, dont you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i got sick of surfing friendster profiles and i switched back to blogs-surfing. Then i was reading my&lt;a href="http://precious-moments-of-life.blogspot.com"&gt; cousin's blog &lt;/a&gt;and i always see this photo of her good friend which i find pretty scary-looking and i thought i shall do a good deed today and help her do a makeover.  Why not right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please dont ever point your finger at me and say i'm mean , evil ,etc etc. I hate it.  HELLO, I AM DOING A GOOD DEED.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/xuer1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with again, some magical touches....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/xuer2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brand new, sweet-looking friend for you fairli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/xuer3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one doesnt require much effort lah, just some minor adjustments.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for blog surfing and my attention suddenly switched back to the superstar show again. hahah, i know it has been long over and outdated but can i just talk about it for one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there i was, trying to look for ugly pictures so i can practise my skills and &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; caught my eye almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/male_sugianto.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thought that came to my mind was &lt;strong&gt;zombies&lt;/strong&gt;.  Mr sugianto looks like a zombie, dont you agree?  A pale looking, revengeful, lerthagic  zombie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at the eyes, one &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; one  small. Plus,  his pouty mouth makes him look constipated.  The face's too fat too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me do some magic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TA DA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/male_sugianto2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side by side comparison,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/male_sugianto3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how i spent my sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113067146339878653?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113067146339878653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113067146339878653&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113067146339878653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113067146339878653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-didnt-mean-to-spend-my-sunday-like.html' title='I didn&apos;t mean to spend my sunday like that'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11550926.post-113051331941177903</id><published>2005-10-28T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T23:28:39.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Manual: How Hiaow Are You?</title><content type='html'>Stop pretending as if you dont care about how you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my acute sense of observation and detailed analysis, i deduce that there are essentially &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; level of &lt;em&gt;hiaowness.&lt;/em&gt;  Which level are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hiaow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;vb &lt;/em&gt;a term used to describe a vainpod &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                  &lt;em&gt;Mally is so &lt;strong&gt;hiaow&lt;/strong&gt;, everytime must spend at least 1hr in front of the mirror then &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                 can go out one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Level 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/level1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People with level 1 hiaowness are easily recognisable because looks are really last on their appearance. Personal grooming? Proper etiquette? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's that man?&lt;/span&gt; They live in their own world and the world revolves around them so there's really no need to care about appearance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Usually they are very very busy people and that's another reason for their low level of hiaowness- they have no time to care! People in this category are too caught up with their hectic schedule and paper chase. They set high expectations for themselves and expect to accomplish everything. Naturally, appearance gets pushed down right to the last position in their list. I find it quite sad though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes you see they just wear their pokadot pyjamas out of the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;General Characteristics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;messy, unkempt hair coupled with sprinkles of dandruff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;creasy garments with occassional holes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;emit body odour(all the time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thick plastic framed specs, usually black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bad breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;clad in slippers, flip flops, clig-clogs.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;long, dirty nails which traps snails, slugs dead millipedes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Examples&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Albert Einstein, thomas edison. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Level 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Level 2 is a slight improvement from level 1. Level 2 people are usually associated to level people for they once share the same habits. Level 2 are usually level 1 people who have just experienced a failed relationship and begin to realise their inadequacies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;General Characteristics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;combed hair, limits to side and centre parting ONLY (strictly no gel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;simple clothing like t-shirt and pants, maybe creasy at times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;emit BO after strenous exercise only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;geeky spectacles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;footwear upgrade to sandals &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;long but not so dirty nails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Examples&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mary, Sally. (aiyah, i cant think of any specific ones here)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Level 3 refers to most people and is a vast improvement from level 1. *applause&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One out of 7 people on the street (excluding orchard road) belongs to this category. Secondary school students always fall into this sector of the society and it isnt a bad thing. i mean why spend so much time dressing up when your main priority is to study for O levels! hahaha! Feng liang hua. No need to be so hiaow one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Usually at this level, people will proceed to level 4 hiaowness very very quickly once they have the time and money. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;General Characteristics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Centre and side parting with gel, wax, hairspray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;visits the barber regularly to make sure hair looks neat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;clothes are ironed most of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;outing clothes limits to t shirt, jeans, bermudas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;footwear is ALWAYS trackshoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nails usually cut &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;usually no body odour because sch give free deodourant YEAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Examples&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Students. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Population of level 4 category will spurt up after major exams are over and people got lots of free time to pay more attention to their presentation. They will go out more often, look at how other people dress, learn from them, buy their own clothes and establish their personal style. People in this level visit the restrooms regularly to make sure hair is in shape. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;People in this level continuously seek for self improvement and are always in for the latest trend. Girls start to buy makeup, nail polish and do manicure during lectures (discreetly). They go shopping to search for latest fashion, making sure they dont become a laughing stock. But sometimes, they are not really sure of their taste and end up buying ugly things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;General Characteristics:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Neatly combed hair, sometimes with fashionable new hairstlyes are armani, blah blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Varied clothing with a commendable effort to impress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wears acccessories like earrings to add a personal touch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;many pairs of shoes for more choices, although mostly are imitation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;beginning to swtich from specs to contacts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;never fails to put on deodourant and cologne, perfume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nails nicely trimmed and cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;visits toilet regularly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LEVEL 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;WAHAHAH! The ultimate group of people, level 5s. No one can ever beat them in their level of hiaowness anymore. they are hiaow until cannot hiaow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They turn whenever they see a reflective surface. Whether is it a display shelf or just a plane of glass, they never fail to take a glance. No, they're not looking at the items on display, they're checking on their appearance. In some cases, u see them fiddling with calulators, they're actually trying to see themselves inside. Sometimes they might just carry a mirror with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Super hiaow. They get irritated by small gushes of wind cause it disturbs their hair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;People at this level spend almost 80% of their allowance on appearance and they rather starve to death than look ugly. They are those that would wear small pieces of clothing in a freezing cold weather to look good. Even they die, they must look good. Girls will have all sorts of makeup, and colours from the entire rainbow spectrum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;General Characteristics:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lots of fashonable hairstyles, everchanging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dresses up to the nines and dress to kill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Try every single method to look better, including plastic surgery &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Owns enough hair gel, wax, makeup to open a SASA shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cupboard overflowing with clothes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go for branded goods like gucci prada LV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spend a bomb buying a LV wallet but no money to put inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Particular about every single detail of their appearnace including the type,colour of socks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;manicure pedicure everyweek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Visits the hair saloons more than visiting granny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11550926-113051331941177903?l=turnmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/113051331941177903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11550926&amp;postID=113051331941177903&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113051331941177903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11550926/posts/default/113051331941177903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turnmachine.blogspot.com/2005/10/manual-how-hiaow-are-you.html' title='The Manual: How Hiaow Are You?'/><author><name>BenJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414537563021945258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/benjaminlimjl/sider.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
