<?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-220625047443001962</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:16:29.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom Reborn</title><subtitle type='html'>Neither you can see nor hear...
The phantom exists with just words...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-5615407316858660595</id><published>2009-07-18T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:15:39.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Support :)</title><content type='html'>Hihi~~~ I've been terribly busy and sometimes suffocated over things which I force myself to do. For example, this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SmGeFg7KE9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/5xf6Ub2BHyI/s1600-h/flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SmGeFg7KE9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/5xf6Ub2BHyI/s400/flyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359738849122194386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, this is actually the original sample of a flyer which is designed by me. Several comrades, together with me, we vow to push our limits and started off a business which we're going to sell flowers to the students who are graduating soon in UPM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughh... this piece of flyer has taken me hours to accomplish.... What's more, another new blog site with the name &lt;a href="http://www.upm-elite.blogspot.com/"&gt;élite (Click Here!)&lt;/a&gt;, had also taken me another extra hours to establish. Phewww.... gosh, that was exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please support us and start making orders  ;P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna close my eyes and regenerate my brain cells for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-5615407316858660595?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/5615407316858660595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=5615407316858660595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5615407316858660595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5615407316858660595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/07/please-support.html' title='Please Support :)'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SmGeFg7KE9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/5xf6Ub2BHyI/s72-c/flyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-4347052028012396061</id><published>2009-07-03T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:55:47.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknown Lifeforms?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TcKpx2DxGwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TcKpx2DxGwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when I saw this video on the net. There are certainly many weird things out there which we do not aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is claimed to be taken by using a snakecam down a sewer in North California. But well, I'm not really sure whether or not it's a fake, or someone made that up out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.... Look, is this one of the consequences of what we did daily? We throw rubbish everywhere, not practicing hygienic habits, we are like chemical-releasing autobots everyday. More often than not, we produce so much toxins to the environment without actually realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps then, these lifeforms emerged. Watching the movements of these disgusting "new" lifeforms, a multiple-award winning Korean movie called "The Host" is recalled vividly. Although the storyline is more inclined to the disastrous genre, with some sort of destructive Godzilla in it, it actually reminds us that we should sometimes slow down on our pace, and observe the natural greens and blues which the God had crafted so meticulously for us, and in return, love it, preserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is dated on April 2009. If this is true, a new life form should be taking the advantage of the polluted environment and happily grow into a STRONG and HEALTHY organism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-4347052028012396061?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/4347052028012396061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=4347052028012396061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/4347052028012396061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/4347052028012396061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/07/unknown-lifeforms.html' title='Unknown Lifeforms?'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-6561903782862967957</id><published>2009-07-01T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:15:47.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Restart</title><content type='html'>As I thought that day would be a fantastic day, a day which I could finish off my internship in stylish ways by holding the hands of every colleague while mumbling touching words which attract teary eyes. I was actually getting ready to fly away from the company which had kept me for 6-months of imprisonment, wallop all the delicious dishes which I could imagined during the farewell dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things did not turn out well that day, followed shortly by the death of King of Pop, an unexpected call from my course mate shocked me in every inch of my nerve, my mind went blank for a few seconds soon after I was informed that our dear CV was in a very critical condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After struggling with the soul reaper for more than two years now, leukemia seemed to prevail. Suddenly, I had no mood to celebrate any farewell functions or whatsoever. This piece of news simply seemed to be too traumatic for me to experience it again. I immediately left the working place a few hours earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the moments when I was still a Form 5 chap, a friend of mine who we thought had been recovered from leukemia, was killed mercilessly by his cruel destiny. That vivid memory has never been forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years later, another friend of mine encountered the same tormenting experience. When we all thought that everything was gonna be okay, the cancerous cells made a come back, owning every remaining cells which were, back then, healthy within the poor body of my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen his condition turned out to be this way before. He was dispirited and the cancerous cells rendered the appearance of numerous black dots on his skin. I suddenly recalled his once joyful face which basically reflects his optimistic personality. Though he was very tired, but till the very end, he tried to talk to us, despite he was in his half-conscious state of mind. I know he could hear us talking to him, being utterly supportive to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fateful morning, when I was preparing to go for another visit, it was announced that CV had passed away. A sign of relief, for him, as well as for his family members, I reckon. But he was killed at such a young age, I really feel sorry for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could write something fabulous, something cheerful when I make a come back in my blog site. But no, I shall just keep my fingers crossed, pray hard for him and his family members, mourning for the loss of a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry, I never told you, all I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late to hold you. '&lt;br /&gt;Cause you've flown away, so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, Had I imagined, yeah, living without your smile.&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' and knowing you hear me.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps me alive. Alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Like so many friends we've lost along the way,&lt;br /&gt;And I know eventually we'll be together.&lt;br /&gt;One sweet day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture a little scene from Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I never showed you.&lt;br /&gt;Assumed you'd always be there.&lt;br /&gt;I took your presence for granted.&lt;br /&gt;But I always cared&lt;br /&gt;And I miss the love we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Like so many friends we've lost along the way.&lt;br /&gt;And I know eventually we'll be together.&lt;br /&gt;One sweet day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture a little scene from Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, the sun will never shine the same, I'll&lt;br /&gt;always look to a brighter day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Lord, I know, when I lay me down to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;You'll always listen, as I pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Like so many friends we've lost along the way,&lt;br /&gt;And I know eventually we'll be together.&lt;br /&gt;One sweet day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Like so many friends we've lost along the way,&lt;br /&gt;And I know eventually we'll be together.&lt;br /&gt;One sweet day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I Never told you, all I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(~ One Sweet Day by Boyz II Men &amp;amp; Mariah Carey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In remembrance of our good friend, Chean Voon. RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SksovE8iYyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/y26nxyJUqgs/s1600-h/641573253l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SksovE8iYyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/y26nxyJUqgs/s320/641573253l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353417371306582818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-6561903782862967957?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/6561903782862967957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=6561903782862967957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6561903782862967957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6561903782862967957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-restart.html' title='A Bad Restart'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SksovE8iYyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/y26nxyJUqgs/s72-c/641573253l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-5996251315698157896</id><published>2009-06-16T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:40:32.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faded Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.destination360.com/asia/malaysia/images/s/genting-highlands-hotels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Genting Highland used to be like a dream place to me, you know, like the land where Mickey Mouse lives in for his entire life alongside with his eternally unchanged girlfriend as well as his whole bunch of unbelievable animated blokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, whenever my parents spilled out the words "Genting Highland", and relate these two words which could stimulate every inch of my nerves with some other choices of words, for example, "we are going...", I would be jumping up and down the sofas or anything that I could make contact with both of my feet like one of the mascots of Genting Highland (there's a monkey among that bunch of animals, isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I was experiencing a tormenting 7-day period. Out of no where, rare ulcers kept visiting my mouth, they all popped out out of the blue, and to top it all, their friendly neighbourhood, Mr. Fever came along to visit me at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a really rare event. I went to consult the doc and guess what the doc told me? She surprised me with an announcement that I was actually got infected with Coxakie virus (I'm not sure whether I spelt it all right), and I was infected with a very mild form of Hand, Foot &amp;amp; Mouth Disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, wow, GREAT! I've got myself a baby disease! (Since babies, toddlers and older people who exceed 60 years old are the people who are most susceptible to Hand, Foot &amp;amp; Mouth Disease)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday came and we were on our way to Genting Highland. Perhaps it was because of the disturbance caused by the disgusting ulcers, I could not enjoy a nibble bit. (Or perhaps it was because of the fact that I went with my family members? I gotta admit hanging out with a bunch of friends would definitely make a different set of atmosphere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man, all the queues were terribly long. As if I was wanting to play a game so badly till all my legs became numb. Gosh, how have I grew old all these years? But I still screamed like hell with all angles of my mouth wide opened when I rode on the Pirate Ship and Space Shot, till a small portion of my lip (a minor part where a small ulcer actually enjoy growing on it) broke open, and some droplets of reddish liquor which almost resembles the famous cocktail, Bloody Mary, popped out from my openable organ which locates under my nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice... Given that I went to join my dear coursemates for a KTV session the next day, with a very sexy voice, plus a mouth with biological landmines galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-5996251315698157896?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/5996251315698157896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=5996251315698157896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5996251315698157896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5996251315698157896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/06/faded-fantasy.html' title='Faded Fantasy'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-4181073957158324527</id><published>2009-06-14T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:48:41.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Those Hoax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 611px;" src="http://www.cryptomundo.com/wp-content/uploads/paraabnormal081508a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really recall when these mails are bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I sneak into my e-mail accounts, a lot of familiar mails keep popping out after I clicked on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the common ones are something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bill Gates is going to present you with $ after you forward this mail to 8 friends of yours..."&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, the mail circulation becomes so wild that my friends really believed in it and start forwarding this piece of junk around to their acquaintances, as if Mr. Gates is really developing some kind of new Microsoft systems by giving away cash prizes, and this system seems to be taking thousand of years for completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the one which is mentioned above is somewhat exaggerating. But there are also some pieces of mails which made me almost believe in them with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, "Vitamin C cannot be consumed together with seafood, especially shrimps for they could cause the emergence of high dosage of arsenic"... Man, I almost get caught up on this one! Food poisoning by a product which is formed with the combination of vitamin C and shrimps, that seems to be too scientific to be false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my friend, that one is a fallacious one as well. No scientific evidence proves that to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always beating myself up mentally regarding these matters, and to be frank, in fact I am kind of cynical in a way... Or should I say contain the slightest sense by feeling disgusted toward people who thought that almost every forwarded mail is rightful without proper and further thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God, recently I came across a website which is owned by a couple who do take these matters into deep concerns by investigating every single forwarded truth (or hoax) in this sophisticated society of web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the validity of every seemingly false mail which tempted you to believe in at&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/"&gt;Snopes.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-4181073957158324527?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/4181073957158324527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=4181073957158324527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/4181073957158324527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/4181073957158324527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-those-hoax.html' title='All Those Hoax'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-2546036780876202724</id><published>2009-05-27T09:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:46:23.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogin' Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.webuildpages.com/consulting/frustrated.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have the time to update my OWN personal blog, or even my &lt;a href="http://www.giantbookstore.blogspot.com"&gt;book store&lt;/a&gt; for that matter, but tell you what, I actually wasted some of my working time blogging... sounds ironic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my company had asked me to set up a &lt;a href="http://www.gtfworldwide.blogspot.com"&gt;blog site for them&lt;/a&gt;, and I made it all up by myself, all the flashy banners, the decorative items, most importantly, seeking info for article writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*faint*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope my company really appreciate for what I've did to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-2546036780876202724?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/2546036780876202724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=2546036780876202724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2546036780876202724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2546036780876202724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogin-busy.html' title='Blogin&apos; Busy'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-6653843368637515291</id><published>2009-05-25T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:37:04.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancerous Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 311px; height: 465px;" src="http://www.ray-zijlstra.info/images/--%202004/cancerous%20series/cancerous_blue_III.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cancer is a word which has been bugging me for many many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I was in primary school, although asthmatic attacks had been very deadly, little did I knew that cancer could be a more hazardous disease... which unluckily, struck one of the parent of my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;When I was in Form 5, one of my friends was diagnosed with leukemia. Like others, he went for many kind of tormenting therapies which were then claimed to be highly effective ways in destroying the bad microorganisms (and little do we know that, the good ones were being sent to heaven too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we thought that he had fully recovered when we saw him actively participating and joined us in classes, we were thinking,thank God for listening to our prayers. But all things in this world is very unpredictable, one day, my late friend just puked a large amount of blood onto his bed in his room one morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident caused an uproar around the school. Since his house was located very near our school, the school management gave a nod to the students to attend his funeral at his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very sobering seeing his parents cried that way during the funeral. That was the first time I witness the death of my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that, soul reapers had been seeking the victims in my church too. On certain fateful days, passed out, they became...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University life should be a wonderful journey to all youngsters, very unfortunately, a friend of mine was diagnosed with the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm working as a nutritionist in my company. Sometimes, there would be calls from potential customers who would got on their nerves when Malays received their calls for they were not very fluent in English. But later on, the line will eventually transferred to me. And the first thing strikes my mind, "Oh gosh, it's not again..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, cancer is prevailing and it infects younger people nowadays. I found that more and more people are seeking the slightest piece of hope, just to survive. (why are there silly people fiding ways to suicide?) My customers often ask, "can your product cure my sickness?", "I'm in the 4th stage now, can I end this sufferings by consuming your products?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to answer them, but only believe in giving them positive responses by telling them not to lose hopes, that I've been through highs and lows with friends who experienced the same bad luck as them, I sincerely hope that I could be a shoulders for them to lean on. I feel like a medium between the cancer patients.&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-6653843368637515291?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/6653843368637515291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=6653843368637515291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6653843368637515291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6653843368637515291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/05/cancerous-blues.html' title='Cancerous Blues'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-6908384874782890708</id><published>2009-05-17T23:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:43:19.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rape of Nanking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img001.photo.21cn.com/photos/album/20090420/o/FC8FA4224AE86E8BDFD6B9175D1902B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What do you feel when you first looking at the picture above? It certainly looks like a barren place, and oddly, a shadow of a somewhat slender lady is seen standing in the middle of this waste land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady, as far as the poster is concerned, is metaphorically described as&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iris_Chang"&gt; Iris Chang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, one of the bravest authors in the world. This movie astonished me so much, till I was trembling in the inside when I was watching this documentary cum movie, a produced records which revolve around the deadly massacre happened in Nanking, China, half a century ago in year 1937.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris was actually a successful writer who received many awards for her published books. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0140277447?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=giaboostoboog-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0140277447"&gt;The Rape of Nanking: The Forgotten Holocaust of World War II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=giaboostoboog-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0140277447" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" width="1" height="1" /&gt; is her second published book. I came to know about her a year ago when I was reading an article in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could recall that I heard someone told me tiny bits of information about the shambles happened in Nanking moments ago, but I forgot who that was, and I also forgot how much details I could actually remember. This piece of article was like sparkling up my curiosity regarding this incident once again. After that, I kept telling myself to purchase this book one day and go through it all word by word for I was too fascinated by the description of the book, and also due to the death of the author, yes, Iris killed herself, and the reason why she died, hugely relates to the publication of this book. But then, I was running errands and focused on some other thing at that time. Consequently, I did not buy the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sense of deja vu struck me out of a sudden. I bumped into the same issue all over again a few days ago, and I had the opportunity to actually watch the movie which was produced based on Iris' journey to Nanking, her records, as well as watching a number of heart-aching testimonials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris had reminded the people in this world about the deadly incident which happened in Nanking. The world citizens recognize and knew all about how the Nazi had behaved toward the Jews, but not the Japanese in Nanking back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to certain circumstances, this piece of history has been kept well over the years, and for the sake of self reputation of Japan as well as the diplomatic ties between Japan and certain countries, this massacre has been wiped out from the history books of Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an enthusiastic book writer, Iris went to Nanking, and did a series of interviews with the survivors of the massacre. Many of them were humiliated physically, and of course, all of them had lost their beloved family members during the infamous massacre which no man should ever face in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris seeked the truth, and was very determined in writing this book, to tell the people of the world about what had actually happened as part of the history. What really made me angry was how some of the government officers in Japan behaved. One of them, for example, was standing firm with his own stand, claiming that all the testimonials, all the diaries from the then Japanese army elites and members were merely fabrication, China was the one made it all up to put up a snare against them. I found that very incredible to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris' determination should be passed on to the nest generation, and of course, the upcoming generations to come. This piece of history cannot be wiped out from the memories of any man. Japan has to face it, feel remorse and mourn for the innocents, and admit what had really happened in the past. Not denying it for the sake of diplomatic ties or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm touched, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-6908384874782890708?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/6908384874782890708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=6908384874782890708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6908384874782890708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6908384874782890708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/05/rape-of-nanking.html' title='The Rape of Nanking'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-7711152794282998892</id><published>2009-05-15T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:55:10.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clashes of Religions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 428px; height: 295px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/12/01/world/600_pope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pope Benedict XVI had finally arrived at the Holy Land, urging people to reject hatred and live in peace. And I find that a very pleasant event, seeing Pope singing together with the Muslims, as well as along with the Jews, they made ode to peace in Nazareth even more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't religions should exactly behave naturally that way? Speaking about religions, we often boast that our country is a country where her people are free at their own wills in believing in whatever religion they find modest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do we see, it's simply not true. Recent issues revealed that there is an inclination where some of our local Muslims begin to convert to another religion, especially Christianity. In fact, many people, when they reach certain age in their lives, they tend to start believing in the laws of Christianity, and I'm not really sure why is that happening. But as we all know, Muslims in our country are prohibited in converting from their original religions, but now that some people have started to alter, it creates riot unintentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians, in another way... Well, some of whom I know, are quite radical as far as their ideology paradigms are concerned. Well, yes of course, the Holy Bible does tell us to spread the gospel to the every corner of the world, but what good it makes when you spread the words in forceful ways? Especially those who do not want to listen to you at all (or they could probably be those who yet in wanting to listen to you, just keep on praying, will ya?). Forceful persuasive speeches seem to be useless and time-wasting approaches, and to top it all, it renders more and more people mounting up hostilities, hatred towards Christianity; in the end, rifles, ammo, missles are coming out from their nests, visiting destinations with no rightful purposes. But to be frank, does Christians force people in believing in them in the very first place? No, it certainly not. Christians only spread the words to those who want to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom of religion... Respect each other regardless their religions. I really hope that everyone in this world could achieve what the phrase really means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-7711152794282998892?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/7711152794282998892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=7711152794282998892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7711152794282998892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7711152794282998892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/05/clashes-of-religions.html' title='Clashes of Religions'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-2268469558840363322</id><published>2009-05-12T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:37:22.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet Cleaner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQ6afExLsS0/SalCY1EHZ6I/AAAAAAAAACs/2bjMkWXKpBQ/s320/commcleaning_female1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you ever wonder that, why, in our country, all the workers who clean up public toilets are females?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand very well, when females enters the private cubicles to do their own business, every single time, you would notice that all the toilet cleaners are females, but there would be no male toilet cleaners (duh, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you really are a female reading this, do you know that for us males, when we came out from the cubicle and thought of going to the basins to wash our hands, we would often shocked by the fact that a female wearing a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt; standing in front of us, with the appearance where one of her hands holding on to a mop, and staring at us at the very moment when we were just about to zip up our trousers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered what happened when I first discovered a female toilet cleaner in a male toilet. I was just a few years old at that time. Naively, I screamed in agony when I saw that woman loitering around in the toilet. I thought she was one of those pervert female serial killer or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God things have got a bit better these days, where I notice in some minority places, male toilet cleaners are on the rise now. But still, there are still many female male toilet cleaners (confusing term...) lurking out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-2268469558840363322?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/2268469558840363322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=2268469558840363322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2268469558840363322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2268469558840363322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/05/toilet-cleaner.html' title='Toilet Cleaner'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQ6afExLsS0/SalCY1EHZ6I/AAAAAAAAACs/2bjMkWXKpBQ/s72-c/commcleaning_female1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-7928518805286151964</id><published>2009-05-09T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:26:32.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>过街老鼠，人人喊打... Please be a little bit more civilized</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_M8gvoId2k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_M8gvoId2k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those assemblymen were just like kids who are still studying in primary schools. I feel extremely disgusted with their doings. Forcing Sivakumar to leave the speaker's seat with such an impolite way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forceful sworn in by Ganesan (as if he is really the lawful Speaker VOTED BY THE PEOPLE?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And particularly Hee Yit Feng, the video did not show the scene where she tore the note into pieces as well as the her awful behavior where she sprayed some unknown liquids straight into the face of a PR assemblyman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to response to this matter, is by dismissing the current state government, and allow the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rakyat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, to once again vote for their leaders. But sadly, one of the two parties do not seem to have the confidence to win the people's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because they know very well that they are no longer the favorites in the hearts of the nation, but merely individuals who are blinded by political powers, they forgot entirely about what the people need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see who will be the eventual winner on Monday, and let's anticipate what's about to happen in the next general election. A major shift is about to take over the country, hopefully.&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/220625047443001962-7928518805286151964?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/7928518805286151964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=7928518805286151964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7928518805286151964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7928518805286151964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-be-little-bit-civilized.html' title='过街老鼠，人人喊打... Please be a little bit more civilized'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-5270288711796764800</id><published>2009-05-06T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:54:52.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Habits</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you're on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it sounds quite odd when I ask in that way, but that's exactly what I'm trying to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, there will often be appearance of many abnormal gestures forms when we're on the phone without we knowing it. And to top it all, we won't behave in those ways consciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just learned a new word for those odd manners: idiosyncrasies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, idiosyncrasies while on the phone consist of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/1738/PreviewComp/SuperStock_1738R-4027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phoning while touching your forehead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.inmagine.com/img/photoalto/paa180/paa180000012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scratching one of your body parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-16623992.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid=%7B31172FDD-C75E-4516-998C-8870B418D172%7D" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't afford to not touch anything (usually the fingers must hang on to something, if not one of your body parts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 379px; height: 253px;" src="http://fotosa.ru/stock_photo/Brand%20X_JI/p_2394465.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pulling you hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and lastly, my very own phoning habit (which I guess everyone else does do the same thing as well):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-15211008.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid=%7B147CB40C-1EAB-46AE-A743-B553B39D2931%7D" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doodling unintentionally while I'm on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just don't know why are we behaving this way every time we're on call. It just seems kinda strange whenever I see somebody else behaving such way when they're on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-5270288711796764800?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/5270288711796764800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=5270288711796764800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5270288711796764800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5270288711796764800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/05/phone-habits.html' title='Phone Habits'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-3923135354418459443</id><published>2009-05-02T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:56:03.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backfired, mate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs.smh.com.au/lifestyle/asksam/Man_v_Woman.sized%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, although I had bought and had read a couple of books which tell the stories and the differences of the different genders, but I still did not catch the hang in understanding the oppostie gender very much as I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still one thing to ponder, though... Does a female like it or get annoyed when the other significant half of theirs is trying to do something on behalf on them, like something which is errr.... seemingly dangerous to a female to handle in some way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, like what I have seen just a few minutes ago.. It happened to my parents. My mom was intended to shift the hot container which contained boiled water in it, but my dad, trying to be a brave father and of course, husband, was vying to lend a hand to my mother, but my dad's majestic plan had gone backfired. He himself was not able to overpower the heat instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And consequently, my mother seemed to act a little bit irritated. Ohhhh... all along, I thought when a girl's Mr. Right helps her on something, despite it could fail at some point, the heroine will still appreciate her man sincerely, but it does not appear to happen that way. Or maybe it does, perhaps it only exists before the many years of marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-3923135354418459443?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/3923135354418459443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=3923135354418459443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3923135354418459443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3923135354418459443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/05/backfired-mate.html' title='Backfired, mate...'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-3581159063780673344</id><published>2009-04-29T09:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:48:24.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Came Back From A Monstrous Week</title><content type='html'>For the very first time, I would like to say thank you to my current company from the bottom of my heart for awarding me a flight ticket to Tawau and believed in my capability in giving public speeches away from West Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only two of us going, a fellow colleague (who is also a nutritionist) and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the first seminar we held in the hotel which we stayed, there is nothing much to talk about, distributors were just moaning about the powerless promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 7 days, errands and jobs had indeed disrupted my daily routine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the photos captured by my colleague when I was strutting my stuffs to impress the old folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SfesQjPYR7I/AAAAAAAAAPE/5HwaDhVv0y4/s1600-h/IMG_3990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SfesQjPYR7I/AAAAAAAAAPE/5HwaDhVv0y4/s320/IMG_3990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329918084353902514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       The Powerpoint pointer was really costing me a lot of sweat                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SfesQOfjHaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/lejISvKgUd4/s1600-h/IMG_3985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SfesQOfjHaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/lejISvKgUd4/s320/IMG_3985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329918078784576930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Audiences listened very attentively...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SfesP6upjqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/1em6jOeDiFE/s1600-h/IMG_3983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SfesP6upjqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/1em6jOeDiFE/s320/IMG_3983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329918073479204514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh boy... I was asked to use Hakka, a language which definitely pulled me leg to the longest extent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After toiling for a couple of days in Sabah, both of us were invited to visit the famous cocoa factory in Tawau. Snapped up some photos in there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SfewEaeuhCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/3CD-jP5XU8s/s1600-h/IMG_4003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SfewEaeuhCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/3CD-jP5XU8s/s320/IMG_4003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329922273890436130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SfewD513gXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/EXcdBZH4hac/s1600-h/IMG_4004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SfewD513gXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/EXcdBZH4hac/s320/IMG_4004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329922265129124210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      Oh boy, why am i striking such a sissy pose anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-3581159063780673344?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/3581159063780673344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=3581159063780673344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3581159063780673344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3581159063780673344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-came-back-from-monstrous-week.html' title='Just Came Back From A Monstrous Week'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SfesQjPYR7I/AAAAAAAAAPE/5HwaDhVv0y4/s72-c/IMG_3990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-1024489131985148988</id><published>2009-04-20T19:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:14:26.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The OST of Games</title><content type='html'>When someone spills out the words, OST (Original Soundtracks), or if I just so happen to notice the words in anywhere... in the past, I would probably think of numerous movies. Musics from the movies which I like, which I remember so vividly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back, what impressed me the most were the soundtracks from musical performances and films, such as Moulin Rouge! , The Phantom of the Opera. Well, as for now, the relatively more famous tracks would definitely be those which originated from High School Musical and others such as Mamma Mia. Those melodies and rhythms definitely goes into the depth of the hearts of every viewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the melodramatic musics which come from the movies are fascinating, but I fall in love with original soundtracks which come from several games. Those are musics without any lyrics, only musics which touch my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ever gaming musics which made me indulged to an inextricably extent, was music scores from the Final Fantasy series, from the oh-so-majestic Nobuo Uematsu. Childish? Not at all... listen to the musics and you'll see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 242px;" src="http://www.square-enix-usa.com/uematsu/images/NProfile5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nobuo Uematsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;img style="width: 244px; height: 244px;" src="http://www.ocremix.org/files/images/artists/yasunori-mitsuda-212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Yasunori Mitsuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years later when Uematsu collaborated with SquareSoft, Yasunori Mitsuda came into the picture, whom very much appeared in the centre of the musical stage as Uematsu's protege. Yasunori Mitsuda impressed me intensely with his formidable musics that I've searched through the net for soundtracks from the once very famous game, Xenogears, as well as Chrono Cross. The musics he used are blended up so well with musics with the influences of Caribbean, East Asian, Indian and strong Celtic musics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For music lovers, well... even if you are not used to be a gamer years ago, musics composed by these godfathers of gaming musics would certainly sound astounding to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-1024489131985148988?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/1024489131985148988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=1024489131985148988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1024489131985148988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1024489131985148988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/04/ost-of-games.html' title='The OST of Games'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-6889613368558639012</id><published>2009-04-20T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:42:37.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slum Under the Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gossipcheck.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/rubina-ali.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture shows Rubina Ali, the latest Oscar darling whom is recognized by every movie-goes in town. Her natural portrayal of the young Latika seemed to give a twist of her previous life, which is living in a slum in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the people in the slum, all of them agree that those scenes which are shown in the movie, actually reflects exactly what they are experiencing in real life. They are chased, they beg for foods and norm utilities. Though many viewers of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt; thought that some of some parts of the plot were exaggerating, but guess what, they are simply too realistic to acknowledge. And the latest incident which shocked us all in the slum, involved our little Oscar darling here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubina Ali, this gifted child is going to be sold to a wealthy family, for approximately 200k pounds! And I nwas flabbergasted at first, since her father was the one who agreed to sell her daughter to the others, in order to gain that handsome amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to reported news, it has been shown that Rubina's father used all the money Rubina earned by acting in that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt; for his own sake. For example, he used the money to treat his broken leg, he bought a cell phone for himself, reason - so that the agents could contact him should there be a movie offered or his daughter. That was kinda lame as far as I'm concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a father, he did not purchase anything which is considered significant his own flesh. Although David Boyle and the movie crew had promised a house and education funding for Rubina, but Rubina's father did not seem to trust in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nobody really know whether or not such promises will be broken into dust. But when I come to think about it in depth, that is how the life goes in the slum of Mumbai. Seriously, it is not an easy task to live in the midst of the slum. Rubina's father only earn 2 to 3 pounds a day, just imagine that... How are they going to survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father of the Oscar darling was saying that the deal will appear to be good for all parties. For the family, they obtain a rich amount of money. For the movie industry, perhaps they have discovered another actress whom could strike the stardom. Most importantly, for Rubina, what is the best thing for her? Will her future be guaranteed a success? Will she live in a blissful family who take good care of her? Many questions are mingling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, every coin has two different faces. The deal could be bad, or... very unlikely, good for the little Rubina, who still happens to be a naive child. Let's not forget what happened to the adult Latika who later married to a wrong person; a person who although appear to be wealthy, but malicious in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgs.sfgate.com/c/pictures/2009/02/22/ba-us-oscars-sho_0499831792.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture shows Dev Patal (adult Jamal in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;), hugging Rubina Ali in the grand ceremony. But what does the future lies ahead? Will she get another chance to make an appearance on the stage after a 200,000 pounds of deal, for an exchange of an entire life of one's own flesh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-6889613368558639012?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/6889613368558639012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=6889613368558639012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6889613368558639012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6889613368558639012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/04/slum-under-shadow.html' title='Slum Under the Shadow'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-1478130138469357391</id><published>2009-04-16T09:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:04:04.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Couch Popcorns, ain't Potatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 453px; height: 679px;" src="http://larryfire.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/movie-and-popcorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Movies have been one of the hottest industries since decades ago. When I was a little chit years ago, all I care to watch from the tube is those fascinated cartoons, with the likes of Thundercats, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Dragonball, and many many more..... When I grew up a little, I even indulged in the world of series which was then role-played by real life actors and actresses such as the old timer McGywer, Spellbinder, Beverly Hills 90210 and many more... All the while, I was watching the series all alone, my peers did not care to join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know why, but sometimes I found myself matured faster than my same-age peers at some points in my life, though occasionally I did acted like wild monkey alongside some amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, I got myself reveled in movies involving wars as well as those involving chaotic and dramatic plots, such as Saving Pirate Ryan, Titanic and so on. After some years, movies which were themed Judgement Day such as The Day After Tomorrow did not impressed me much, there were just too many movies with the same genres during that time, they bored me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lm2JI7sGwYI/SSi77xEndvI/AAAAAAAADEU/4Ca9QD9vaZY/s400/somali+pirates.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years later, movies like Pirates of the Caribbean came into the house. Honestly, I used to think of myself being a pirate when I was small, so, watching Johnny Depp slaying enemies which come in monster forms really did rendered me engaged in the movies, but the third installment was such a big let down. But the current involution, where Somali pirates are hijacking international ships in the ocean also fascinate me, crazily, I am longing to see the real life action on how the pirates battle it out with the Navy forces, see how brutally the pirates fight against the so-called good ones with my very eyes. Aye aye, I'm such a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm digging out old time movies which received a handful amount of highly revered awards, and started pop-corning by myself in my room. Currently, Benjamin Button and Daisy moved me, Hannah Smitzch taught me something, Jamal and Salim revealed the darker side of the third world community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought movies are so magnificent. I just love movies very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-1478130138469357391?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/1478130138469357391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=1478130138469357391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1478130138469357391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1478130138469357391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-couch-popcorns-aint-potatoes.html' title='I&apos;m a Couch Popcorns, ain&apos;t Potatoes'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lm2JI7sGwYI/SSi77xEndvI/AAAAAAAADEU/4Ca9QD9vaZY/s72-c/somali+pirates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-4402347986937180001</id><published>2009-04-15T09:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:51:54.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://iphonenews.desinformado.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/wetool_sms3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You are a forever good friend,&lt;br /&gt;I long to have you in my life for an eternity,&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I would might as well teleport myself to the outer space,&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I could not live the same way like I did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've affect me in so many positive ways,&lt;br /&gt;If we're meant to part our paths in two different ways,&lt;br /&gt;It means a doom day to me,&lt;br /&gt;You are such a good friend to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow... that's a nice message to pass on to friends right? (Although it may sound a little bit disgusting if you were to send this to a friend who appears as the same gender as you, sorry huh... I created this myself :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you probably seen such messages keep accumulating in your inbox. For some of the mails, you'll somehow moved by the messages they try to convey, and they indirectly transmit a signal to your brain, telling you to share the good news to your friends, your family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the touching sensation is lingering in your mind, you are most likely got upset by the unfinished part, which sounds almost similar such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Please forward this message. If you forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 or more people - You'll experience the best moment in your entire life in just a few seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5~10 people - You'll receive a kiss from your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1~5 people - Bad luck for 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 people - You'll experience bad lucks for the rest of your life from the next second onwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sounds familiar? Well... Allow me to wreak something from my stomach about it... What the heck? Experiencing bad luck for the rest of your life just because you're not forwarding this message to people you know? Holy cow, so there is obligation for you to send the message once your eyes notice the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the message creators trying to put some spells into the mails or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, there were even more brainless mails spreading around the net, swearing pea-brained messages which sound something like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"if you're not forwarding this to your friends, your mother will die tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, fine, so a new form of message forwarding had emerged, and it is called parental cursing. Approximately two years ago, there was a long lost friend, who had not keep in touch with me for years, forwarded a message which resembled the mentioned information. The message was as if cursing my parents to death in the near future if I refused to send it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite knowing that I was "literally putting the lives of my parents in danger zones", I chose not to spread the message around, in addition, I called that friend of mine, and scolded her, ermm... perhaps "advised her while venting anger" would be a good phrase for that. I told her that if you want a parent to die, yours alone would be enough, why are you spreading such message all over the place? I was sarcastically asking her whether an incident where all the parents in this world are dead one day is all that she wished for. Such message must be halted all at once when you receive them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More exaggerating, these messages are now come in the form of mobile text mesages. Cursing messages are now circulating in the mobile world. And I was wondering, are the telecommunication companies planning on some conspiracies to earn a handsome amount of money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-4402347986937180001?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/4402347986937180001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=4402347986937180001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/4402347986937180001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/4402347986937180001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-dont-forward.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Forward'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-3233293290185735916</id><published>2009-04-14T09:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:20:15.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrgghhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.magazine.ucla.edu/depts/opinion/multitasking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my workplace, including me, there are only 3 nutritionists (1 of whom is a malay). Initially, there ought to be 4 of us, but unfortunately, one of the nutritionists committed some mistakes, and the board did not seem to give any chances for her to show her true sincerity in helping the company, thus she was forced to accept the fate in resignation. Poor girl, she had not work for even a year in the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are only 3 of us left. With 2 Chinese and 1 Malay in the house, and as far as the company is concerned, the Chinese market is so huge in my company, and various outstation seminars have to be implemented. The distributors are simply using us (the so-called professionals) mercilessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is my scarce recent schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                17th April 2009&lt;/span&gt; - Youth Group 4th Meeting (Emcee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                18th April 2009&lt;/span&gt; - Sungai Buloh OPP (Acupoint Implementer, Nutritionist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                19th April 2009&lt;/span&gt; - Putrajaya (Acupoint Implementer, Nutritionist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                20th April 2009&lt;/span&gt; - Weekly OPP (PA System)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                21st April 2009&lt;/span&gt; - Final meeting for Tawau OPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                22nd April 2009&lt;/span&gt; - Tawau OPP (Public Speaker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                23rd April 2009&lt;/span&gt; - Tawau OPP (Public Speaker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                24th April 2009&lt;/span&gt; - Youth Group 5th Meeting (Emcee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                25th April 2009 &lt;/span&gt;- Puchong Center (Health Screening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                26th April 2009&lt;/span&gt; - Manjung, Perak OPP (Health Screening, Nutritionist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                27th April 2009&lt;/span&gt; - Weekly OPP (Emcee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                28th April 2009&lt;/span&gt; - Seremban OPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, great... Good schedule for an expsure purpose (that's what the company director was telling me). I don't know what's coming up for the last two days in April, and in the month of May, I'll be expecting more hectic days ahead. There's no room for me to breathe at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to those friends who are asking me out for a drink, a movie or KTV sessions, I am simply being squeezed so hardly by the company despite I'm just an intern, there is no more water left in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-3233293290185735916?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/3233293290185735916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=3233293290185735916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3233293290185735916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3233293290185735916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/04/arrgghhhh.html' title='Arrgghhhh'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-5312032482674333811</id><published>2009-04-11T09:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:41:43.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here, I'm going to introduce my new blog: Book-A-Licious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/Sd_0A88x5NI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8-k14lYHuTs/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/Sd_0A88x5NI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8-k14lYHuTs/s320/blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323241581773448402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the link for the site: &lt;a href="http://www.giantbookstore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Book-A-Licious (http://www.giantbookstore.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site intends to introduce the latest books and other information to visitors. Coming up, the site will probably introduce information in different aspects too, such as the latest movies, the latest CDs, and other informative and trendy stuffs... Books are still the main stream of the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you guys like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-5312032482674333811?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/5312032482674333811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=5312032482674333811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5312032482674333811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5312032482674333811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-blog.html' title='My New Blog'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/Sd_0A88x5NI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8-k14lYHuTs/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-712701168357596950</id><published>2009-04-10T09:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:44:28.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Najib Administration 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE NAJIB ADMINISTRATION 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pilihanraya.com.my/images/parliament1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prime Minister&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datuk Seri Najib Abdul Razak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deputy Prime Minister&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ministers in the Prime Minister’s Department&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Sri Datuk Dr Koh Tsu Koon (Unity Affairs and Performance Management)&lt;br /&gt;Datuk Seri Nazri Aziz (Justice and &amp;amp; Parliament)&lt;br /&gt;Tan Sri Nor Mohamed Yakcop (Economic Planning Unit)&lt;br /&gt;Maj. Gen (R) Datuk Jamil Khir Baharom (Islamic Religious Affairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deputy Ministers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datuk Liew Vui Keong&lt;br /&gt;Senator Datuk Dr Mashitah Ibrahim&lt;br /&gt;Datuk S. K. Devamany&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad Maslan&lt;br /&gt;Senator T. Murugiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Seri Najib Razak&lt;br /&gt;Minister II: Datuk Ahmad Husni Mohamad Hanadzlan&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Chor Chee Heung&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Senator Datuk Dr Awang Adek Hussein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Dr. Wee Ka Siong&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Dr Puad Zakarshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Transport&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Ong Tee Keat&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Abdul Rahim Bakri&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Robert Lau Hoi Chew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plantation Industries and Commodities&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Tan Sri Bernard Dompok&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Hamzah Zainuddin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Home&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Seri Hishamuddin Hussein&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Wira Abu Seman Yusop&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Encik Jelaing Mersat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Information, Communication, Arts and Culture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Seri Dr Rais Yatim&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Joseph Salang Gandum&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Senator Heng Seai Kie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Energy, Green Technology and Water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Peter Chin Fah Kui&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Noriah Kasnon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rural and Regional Development&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Seri Shafie Apdal&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Hassan Malek&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Joseph Entulu Belaun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Higher Education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Seri Mohd Khaled Nordin&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Dr Hou Kok Chung&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Saifuddin Abdullah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;International Trade and Industry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Mustapa Mohamad&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Mukhriz Mahathir&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Jacob Dungau Sagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Science, Technology and Innovation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Dr Maximus Ongkili&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Fadillah Yusof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natural Resources and Environment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Douglas Unggah Embas&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Tan Sri Joseph Kurup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tourism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Ng Yen Yen&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Sulaiman Abdul Rahman Abdul Taib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agriculture and Agro-Based Industries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Noh Omar&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Johari Baharum&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Rohani Abdul Karim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Defence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Seri Dr Ahmad Zahid Hamidi&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Dr Abdul Latiff Ahmad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Works&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Shaziman Abu Mansor&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Yong Khoon Seng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Health&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Liow Tiong Lai&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Rosnah Rashid Shilin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Youth and Sports&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Ahmad Shabery Cheek&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Razali Ibrahim&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Encik Wee Jeck Seng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Human Resources&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Dr. S. Subramaniam&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Maznah Mazlan (Senator)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Domestic Trade and Consumer Affairs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Ismail Sabri Yaakob&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Tan Lian Hoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Housing and Local Government&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Kong Cho Ha&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Lajim Ukin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Women’s Development, Family and Community&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Senator Datuk Shahrizat Jalil&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Paduka Chew Mei Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foreign&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Anifah Aman&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Senator A. Kohilan Pillay&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk Lee Chee Leong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Federal Territories&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister: Datuk Raja Nong Chik Raja Zainal Abidin&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Datuk M. Saravanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Derived from NST, New Straits Time, 10-4-2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The new administration was previously being expected to be an administration which involves less ministers. But as a consequence, we could observe very clearly that, although two ministries has been cut off from the cabinet, and one new ministry has been added in, this does not fulfill the government's initial anticipation, in the contrary, the new administration has invited more deputy ministers into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most notable issue, would certainly fall on our new Deputy Prime Minister, Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin. He is also our current Education Minister, in other words, he is now considered a successor to Datuk Seri Hishamuddin Hussein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By looking closely, the previous PMs in Malaysia (exceptional case for Tunku Abdul Rahman), used to take up the role as the Education Minister, does it indicate that Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin has now won the heart over PM and ready to make further contribution in the next upcoming few years? We never know. I thought that Tan Sri Muhyiddin would live up a relatively more powerful role such as the Defence Minister, but instead, that position has been taken up by a buddy of our current PM, Datuk Seri Dr Ahmad Zahid Hamidi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for Datuk Seri Ong Ka Chuan, whose ministry pose has been ripped off by the new administration, others (Chinese Ministers), with the likes of Datuk Seri Ong Tee Keat (Transport Minister), Datuk Seri Dr Wee Ka Siong (Deputy Minister of Education), Datuk Seri Liow Tiong Lai (Health Minister), have retained their posts with solid style. Whereas Datuk Ng Yen Yen received one which claimed to be the greatest present in her life, is appointed to take charge as the Tourism Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Khairy, well... I don't know. Maybe he still has SO MUCH MORE to learn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rakyat&lt;/span&gt; were expecting that the ministries of Higher Education and Education will be merged together as one, so as to make things easier, less bureaucratic. But in the end, it turns out differently, unchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many analysts claimed that this could be the healthiest administration ever, at least, healthier than the previous one, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-712701168357596950?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/712701168357596950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=712701168357596950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/712701168357596950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/712701168357596950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/04/najib-administration-2009.html' title='Najib Administration 2009'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-2361674828408938495</id><published>2009-04-08T09:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:43:13.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This One Must Come In Mandarin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdwDkRwLQ_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/H_Q6e-mQWTE/s1600-h/U2423P8T1D849498F913DT20090407102751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdwDkRwLQ_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/H_Q6e-mQWTE/s320/U2423P8T1D849498F913DT20090407102751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322132781420725234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;依稀记得数年前，当我在收音机前聆听一种久仰的美妙歌声时，我压抑不住自己好奇的心情。一直有种很想很想听见当晚那位DJ说出谁是此歌的唱者，随着音乐的旋律，不停地在我心中涟漪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当DJ把歌手的艺名公诸于收音机前的听众们时，我顿时觉得有点憔悴、沧桑，和伤感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ说道：“刚刚听过的歌曲是来自阿桑的 [叶子]。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阿桑？叶子？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那把独特及扣人心悬的天籁之声，是来自一位叫做阿桑的女生。歌曲的名字很简单，但在某种程度上，却带给听者凄凉及孤独的感慨。&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdwJopTPcwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/MoJYOWOBm00/s1600-h/%E9%98%BF%E6%A1%91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdwJopTPcwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/MoJYOWOBm00/s320/%E9%98%BF%E6%A1%91.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322139453531058946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是我第一次听见阿桑的美声，也是我第一次对阿桑这位歌手略知一二的一刻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但，天下纵然还是逃不过“没有不散之筵席”的命运，阿桑屏着对音乐的热忱和坚强的毅力，一步一步地，带着不为人知的病魔，踏上舞台为我们歌颂，传扬一首首伤感的情歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说真的，我自己本身非常喜欢阿桑的沧桑曲风，更欣赏她的唱腔。但没想到，阿桑英年早逝，那么快地，就离我们而去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/psEnkuP4oOM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/psEnkuP4oOM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人们都说阿桑的歌有苦涩的味道，她的人生也是如此，被癌细胞折磨而默默地折腾，为了梦想而不告诉身边任何一人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;阿桑... 一路好走！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在世界的另一个国度时，请别那么沧桑了... 我想在很多人的心中,他们不仅仅是失去你...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-2361674828408938495?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/2361674828408938495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=2361674828408938495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2361674828408938495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2361674828408938495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-one-must-come-in-mandarin.html' title='This One Must Come In Mandarin'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdwDkRwLQ_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/H_Q6e-mQWTE/s72-c/U2423P8T1D849498F913DT20090407102751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-3663603569622916881</id><published>2009-04-08T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:48:38.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Direction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 270px;" src="http://www.americanwaymag.com/Portals/36/IssueImages/20060815/081506_Feat_along2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A lot of dramas, a lot of masterminds, that's what makes me a politicians hater, but at the same time, these are the compulsory qualities in order to heat up the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukit Selambau, Bukit Gantang, and Batang Ai are the three hottest spots which affect the direction of the country, and as many of us who are anticipating ever since months ago, the result is eventually finalized, with Pakatan won 2-1 against BN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thestar.com.my/archives/2009/4/8/nation/results.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The result, which does not show any shocking aftermath (at least for me, that is), simply indicates that WE certainly need reformation. Reformation is a MUST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the winning BN earned in Sarawak (Batang Ai), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rakyat&lt;/span&gt; who dwell in East Malaysia are still hoping the government to put efforts in any sort of development in those states, but the government does not seem to understand their needs despite their voice has rang the bell so many times before. Would Sarawak someday, somehow, rely on the opposition like how West Malaysia do in the near future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up...... our new PM will be focusing on his cabinet line-ups (which comes with three deletion of ministries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-3663603569622916881?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/3663603569622916881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=3663603569622916881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3663603569622916881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3663603569622916881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/04/direction.html' title='The Direction'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-6718105140676777594</id><published>2009-04-07T10:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:42:30.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Your Mass Donation</title><content type='html'>My body mass is kept being reduced and reduced to a very very small amount of weight, and this really creeps me out sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this period of time, I know, these are the moments where in some estimating 2000 years ago, when Jesus Christ was suffering, praying to the God so that strength could be granted upon Him, to be strong enough to overcome the future crucification which He was going to encounter back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my church (being a relatively traditional one), has this kind of fasting activity going on in every single year. This event is to remind the believers how Jesus Christ had freed Himself from consuming anything through His mouth for 40 days. During the 40 days, basically, Jesus Christ is said to be just praying to God and asked for the strength. And so, we are encouraged to fast for 40 days as well (something similar like the Muslims, does it not?), but with no obligation, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could fast selectively, meaning, you could either choose to fast only one meal for a day, but if you feel like you can go full throttle, fasting for the whole day and reminiscing the words of God, then it would be better (well, I have to admit that your mind and soul somehow would come to a peaceful state).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so... according to nutritional experts, or generally, we know that we ought to take our breakfast like a king, eat luncheons like a prince, and have your dinner like a beggar. In other words, dinner proves to be the most hazardous meal which could adversely affect our health. Hence, we're always advised not to pump too much food at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to join the activity by skipping my dinner everyday (until the Easter, that is.). I've been doing the same thing in the past, except that they weren't dinner, but in some years, breakfast, others, I probably skipped on luncheons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my weight is shooting down to a ridiculous extend. I'm already very skinny at the moment, but the situation now is gradually turning me into a thin stick or one of its kind. It really worries me heck a lot. I was wondering does skipping dinners causing such a huge aftermath in my weight management? In the past, skipping luncheons and breakfasts would not affect my weight at all.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/Sdq1wK4XXwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/XTT_BRW__xQ/s1600-h/MaxWeightGain-cho500g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/Sdq1wK4XXwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/XTT_BRW__xQ/s320/MaxWeightGain-cho500g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321765748850777858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare not to reveal my weight at this time, it would probably shock the hell out of y'all. Confused and frustrated, I chose to take a path which would probably angers every lady in the house, by purchasing a weight gaining supplement, and it cost me around RM80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hopefully it works and really gain weight within a certain period... (Err... I've been underweight for tons of years now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-6718105140676777594?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/6718105140676777594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=6718105140676777594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6718105140676777594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6718105140676777594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-your-donation.html' title='I Need Your Mass Donation'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/Sdq1wK4XXwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/XTT_BRW__xQ/s72-c/MaxWeightGain-cho500g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-3250844188157364599</id><published>2009-04-06T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:14:58.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Culture of Chinese?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What lies behind the culture of Chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The culture of Chinese cannot be fully understood just base on a few thousands of historical books, it could take you a lifetime to understand it all. If you're looking for the root of its culture, you have to trace back for an N number of thousand years to enlighten yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps if you take a look at an event which had just happened in Bukit Gantang, a place where one of the infamous three by-elections was held, you would probably understand how our culture look like? (or perhaps not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the real thing, of course, the candidates are luring potential voters by convincing them with persuasive speeches as usual. But what surprised me was a brief speech by a somewhat huge figure who happens to be a cabinet member and he is also in-charge of Islamic issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this, when the campaign was on its way, various delicious food and drinks were served. And the "biggest blockbuster" of the night, was the hot and sizzling dancing performances by three dancers. Soon after the performance, the BN man was asked that whether or not this hot dancing performance would directly magnet a significant number of votes from the nation, the BN man answered, (literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Within this very area, I do not win votes from the Chinese because of these hot dances, but we have to respect that, this is one of the many traditional cultures of Chinese..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look, this is the photo taken during the campaign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.malaysiakini.com/174/5eb95f741c47f478a4495a16efc764f8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Very nicely said... Three girls, whom are bare-shouldered, bare-backed, dancing with the flow of funky musics on the stage, are actually hinting an indication of our precious traditional Chinese culture which aged for over a few thousand years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-3250844188157364599?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/3250844188157364599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=3250844188157364599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3250844188157364599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3250844188157364599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/04/culture-of-chinese.html' title='The Culture of Chinese?'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-5810411890080126257</id><published>2009-04-06T09:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:14:05.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 6th Target</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 275px; height: 394px;" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c350/roswellboy/blogs/najib.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0446198951?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=giaboostoboog-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0446198951"&gt;James Patterson's 6th Target&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=giaboostoboog-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0446198951" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" width="1" height="1" /&gt; is one of the books in a series which the author himself claimed to be "The Series of Women murder Club". The mentioned series, basically, is telling stories to the readers in a thrilling way, and all the books in that series, as the words mention, involve some bloody gore events where people died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the time has finally come for the domination of a new PM in our country. The passing on of the authority from our former PM to the current one has became iconic internationally, since the political issues in our country have swept all the drama queens and kings awards recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, we cannot talk about issues which were somewhat similar to the story plots which have been told in any of James Patterson's books right? Yeah, we ought to forget the whole story in regards of it. Ahem ahem... okay, prohibition of such topic shall be implemented immediately now, otherwise some of us would be prosecuted along with some other individuals who were recently charged under ISA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the announcement of the somewhat convincing stimulus package by the government, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rakyat&lt;/span&gt; seems to be really happy about it. Before our current PM took over, without a doubt, our market stocks do not hint a single clue that it would drop (but this sounds quite ridiculous as the United States is currently suffering even greater depression, by potentially declaring the bankruptcy of the auto giant maker, General Motor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people said that our current PM, before he became the country leader, was actually pumping in money into the market, making some twist and turn, here and there, in order to make us feel comfortable and believe that, the slump will not fall into an even miserable state. Yes, of course, that would be a very good example for us to learn from, by injecting some necessary money to stabilize the internal riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt, who trimmed my hair for me just yesterday, claimed that she did not really care about who's taking over the country, for her, every single leader is just the same. Is it really true? Compare President Bush and President Obama, that would be a really good comparison to trigger your inner realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our former PM, is said to be a leader whom used a softer approach to lead the country and the people, and now, New Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Abdul Razak is said to be a decisive leader, who often makes quick and precise response to a particular problem faced by the nation. Due to that, many people thought that our new PM would probably somewhat inherit the capabilities of Tun Mahathir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By looking at his father, the late Tun Abdul Razak, who coincidentally happened to be the second Prime Minister of our country, we could probably have a better view on how our country would be shaped into in this upcoming few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tun Abdul Razak, was almost immediately sworn in as the second Prime Minister of the country after the somewhat eventful 513 incident. Thanks to his wisdom and leadership, Malaysia, fortunately resolved that riot and peacefulness was regained to the country not long after he was gifted the PM title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, our newly elected Prime Minister, falls on a somewhat similar circumstance with his late father. He too, is sworn in as a Prime Minister right after the big bang effect of a crisis which is known as the greatest financial slump in the past decades, the greatest post war depression. Should he acquire the same capabilities like his father, our country will definitely overcome the tormented period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent chaotic by-elections, of course, also play pivotal roles in what our country will be shaped into in the near future. My head was spinned 180 degrees for sometime when I saw 15 candidates were competing in one of the by-elections (OMG... enthusiastic patriots? Or simply whimps who are grabbing opportunities to make themselves overnight superstars?). But seriously, these 3 by-elections are vital, and they seem to be one of the decisive routes which determine our country's direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what our new Prime Minister do, BN desperately needs a win on this one. It's all about moments of make or break for the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers-crossed that our country, under a new leader, will lead us to strive better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-5810411890080126257?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/5810411890080126257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=5810411890080126257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5810411890080126257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5810411890080126257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/04/6th-target.html' title='The 6th Target'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c350/roswellboy/blogs/th_najib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-2167647112266173668</id><published>2009-04-03T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:59:07.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently i came across this song on the radio... For actual reasons, we often follow this routine endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1fxa1YA6aw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1fxa1YA6aw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;农夫 - 日出而作&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;返工放工几点至够钟&lt;br /&gt;Sick Leave要点用开会有乜用&lt;br /&gt;打卡打卡打记得打卡&lt;br /&gt;日出而作搏一搏&lt;br /&gt;我架单车都变摩托&lt;br /&gt;睡眼惺忪九点钟记得起身返工&lt;br /&gt;九个钟九个钟每日返九个钟&lt;br /&gt;个个都要返工返工先唔使穷&lt;br /&gt;证明你有用&lt;br /&gt;份粮月中已经唔够用　&lt;br /&gt;第一个钟轻轻松松等等第二个钟&lt;br /&gt;第二个钟去Site Visit&lt;br /&gt;顺便去埋Game Zone&lt;br /&gt;第三个钟打电话打成个钟至接通&lt;br /&gt;之后嗰四个钟劲多野做喺公司四围中&lt;br /&gt;入厕所冲吓冲吓又钓鱼中吓中吓&lt;br /&gt;攞杯咖啡冲吓冲吓冲吓冲吓冲吓冲吓&lt;br /&gt;咁又冲到最尾嗰个钟&lt;br /&gt;个个睇住个钟个个等放工&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放工去玩又惊第二朝早起又惊粮尾&lt;br /&gt;返工系一个得闲死唔得闲病嘅游戏&lt;br /&gt;你老板唔钟意你你唔钟意份工&lt;br /&gt;鬼叫你钟意份人工咁就冇嘢需要理&lt;br /&gt;打卡最型打唔停&lt;br /&gt;打少一成会双目失明&lt;br /&gt;大部份嘅老细会低估员工嘅能力&lt;br /&gt;大部份嘅员工会低估老细嘅智力&lt;br /&gt;大部份嘅老细会挑战员工嘅耐力&lt;br /&gt;大部份嘅员工会问同事攞零食&lt;br /&gt;番工放工几点至够钟&lt;br /&gt;日搏夜搏先发觉&lt;br /&gt;最钟意读书返学&lt;br /&gt;永远就嚟迟到班地铁一定赶唔到&lt;br /&gt;好彩第一个返到老细又睇我唔到&lt;br /&gt;成个朝头早已经有鬼咁多嘢做&lt;br /&gt;临放工终于做到趴喺度&lt;br /&gt;有人冇嘢忙又要扮忙&lt;br /&gt;女同事化完妆又要补妆&lt;br /&gt;系Pantry入面嘅Pantry党扮开会&lt;br /&gt;同一个Project讲完又讲&lt;br /&gt;扫把话唔够数出嚟捉人去跑数&lt;br /&gt;跑极都系唔够数份人工又唔啱数&lt;br /&gt;最唔抵饮完酒晚起唔到身返唔到工&lt;br /&gt;诈病请病假又要付出代价&lt;br /&gt;好彩呀边个有医生纸明码实价&lt;br /&gt;仲要做紧特价&lt;br /&gt;请够四日都唔怕&lt;br /&gt;费时返到公司&lt;br /&gt;好似只死尸放工去开P&lt;br /&gt;点知要OT&lt;br /&gt;打卡打卡记得打卡　&lt;br /&gt;唔系O咗T有边个知&lt;br /&gt;(喂　今晚我要早走呀&lt;br /&gt;你可唔可以帮吓我手呀)&lt;br /&gt;(寻晚我都冇走　点打卡嗻)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a crisis of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-2167647112266173668?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/2167647112266173668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=2167647112266173668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2167647112266173668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2167647112266173668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-this.html' title='I Love This'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-4657514649990075842</id><published>2009-04-02T21:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:21:13.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoho....</title><content type='html'>Being a Malaysian myself, I sing the song "Negaraku" ever since I attended kindergarten, just like anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the flag being rose up into the deep blue sky, while standing still with both hands on my side, murmuring lyric which I did not really know what it meant, until the day I've grown up and likened to play with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having stay in this country for almost 23 years now, but shamefully, I ought to admit that I am not really familiar with certain places which every Malaysian should... until my relatives who came from Hong Kong taught me something about my own country, in an indirect way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relatives (my grandfather's brother and his daughter) had gone to many places ever since last Sunday. First stop, we brought them to Ipoh, and had so many famous dishes, thank God that I followed :)  But sadly, we did not manage to snap any photos during the Ipoh trip, due to some undisclosed dumb reasons... (should have taken numerous pictures of dazzling foods if I had the camera with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am living in a BIG extended family, thus my other relatives took turn to serve both of them, taking them to other places which they've never been before, showering them with tempting food galore~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came to Wednesday, it was my eldest aunt and my turn to be their tour guides. Well, although I'm a sucky tour guide, but things turned out to be wonderful with the aid of KL Hop-on Hop-off! Well, if you don't know a thing about this, KL Hop-On Hop-Off (KL HoHo, I call it :) ), is actually a bus, a city tour bus, to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 501px; height: 312px;" src="http://malaysiabudgethotel.com/transportation/buses/image/hop-on-hop-off-bus.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The above picture shows how the bus looks like. Ahem.... I know, I know.. you'd probably have terrible impression about local transportations in Malaysia. The one word which you could probably think of regarding these vehicles, would probably be "LATE", "SLOW", "SUCK", every single tongue-lashing word you would probably thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, this bus is... errr... extraordinary. Its speed of arrival is unbelievable, it's so much faster than any other local buses around the town. Despite of the heavy and tedious traffic going around busy areas such as Bintang Walk and Jalan Loke Yew, these KL HOHO buses do great jobs by dropping by their respective bus stops within half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, these buses stop at 22 different stops, with the likes of 1. Malaysia Tourism Center, 2. KL Tower, 3. Jalan P. Ramlee, 4. KL Conventional Center &amp;amp; Aquaria, 5. Karyaneka, 6. Bintang Walk, 7. Tengkat Tong Shin, 8. China Town, 9. Central Market, 10. National Palace, 11. KL Central, 12. National Museum, 13. Lake Garden, 14. Bird Park, 15. National Mosque, 16. Dataran Merdeka, 17. Medan MARA, 18. Raja Laut, 19. Bulatan Pahang, 20. Titiwangsa, 21. Ampang Park, 22. Suria KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 514px; height: 311px;" src="http://www.etawau.com/HTML/KualaLumpur/HopOnHopOff/HopOnHopOff04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As discussed earlier with my aunt, both of us planned to arrive at Central Market, latest at 9 o'clock in the morning. I made on time, well, in fact, I arrived at 8 something. But due to certain reasons, I welcomed three late arrivals. After four of us had gathered, we went for our breakfast. Dim Sum..... But I thought that was.. err... not a really good idea perhaps? I mean, by bringing Hong Kong people who always taste greatest Dim Sum all their lives to a tiny Dim Sum restaurant in Malaysia!? What's more... the Dim Sum we consumed did not seem to be impressive... at all.. the ingredients were sticky... perhaps it wasn't served hot, and that was the main reason why everything seemed agglomorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, we actually walked to Dataran Merdeka, and took some pictures over there. I could not remember how many times I've been in Dataran Merdeka before that, probably just once. Whereas for the rest of the time, I probably only watch it on the tube, especially during National Day, seeing the huge and wide green field along with the Masjid Sultan Abdul Samad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTKe8L2rrI/AAAAAAAAANM/7vWS0VVnl84/s1600-h/P1060272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTKe8L2rrI/AAAAAAAAANM/7vWS0VVnl84/s320/P1060272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320099692732133042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  A water fountain located near Masjid Sultan Abdul Samad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTKeQrsLrI/AAAAAAAAANE/SSSklQR3McI/s1600-h/P1060273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTKeQrsLrI/AAAAAAAAANE/SSSklQR3McI/s320/P1060273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320099681054502578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wide field where cries of "Merdeka" sounded some 50 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTKdqD6cAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VTGkivHwXxo/s1600-h/P1060274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTKdqD6cAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VTGkivHwXxo/s320/P1060274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320099670687117314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The magnificent flag which soar in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After attacked by the scorching sun for a while, we walked back to the 9th station (Central Market), and started off our HOHO journey, and proceeded to the 10th station, National Mosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTM2GZEzbI/AAAAAAAAANc/pBseodDcqYY/s1600-h/P1060276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTM2GZEzbI/AAAAAAAAANc/pBseodDcqYY/s320/P1060276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320102289632185778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The special guards were changing shifts during noon time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTM19Y_8DI/AAAAAAAAANU/3fVGWXnvIVQ/s1600-h/P1060277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTM19Y_8DI/AAAAAAAAANU/3fVGWXnvIVQ/s320/P1060277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320102287215947826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are two horsemen guarding the palace, one seated on the right, while the other one on the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting the gate of the palace, we skipped KL Central and hopped off at the National Museum. It was really a farcry compare to my last visit there, which is like.... maybe 10 years  ago or more... The National Museum now is simply sizzling to visit! There were a lot of improvements, and eye-magneted features and designs have been embedded in the galleries. There are four galleries in the museum, which basically, describes 4 different distinct moments which Malaysia encountered. It's definitely worth a visit on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTOVpYpivI/AAAAAAAAANk/aICQueKBzhs/s1600-h/P1060280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTOVpYpivI/AAAAAAAAANk/aICQueKBzhs/s320/P1060280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320103931113212658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The nostalgic beautiful fountain welcomes the visitors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We did not make a stop for every single station as there was not much time left for us, so we visited places selectively. Since the ablazed sun was killing us and seemingly striking us into pieces of charcoal, we decided not to enter the Lake Garden, but instead, we went to the Orchid Park. Dissapointed, the flowers were not really attractive, and they were certainly not delightful to see. I was hoping to see different colors of orchids blossom gracefully, with eye-catching sceneries fill my eyes and left my eyelids sagging... but no... perhaps many of them were still sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTPynkz34I/AAAAAAAAANs/8U_tMXdwSbA/s1600-h/P1060321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTPynkz34I/AAAAAAAAANs/8U_tMXdwSbA/s320/P1060321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320105528355184514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one... the chair absolutely adds some icings to the cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After visiting the Orchid Park, we planned to go for the Butterfly Farm, but unfortunately, no electricity was available in the park, hence we did not enter. I was kinda wanting to scream @#$#$#%^ for such service they provided... and I thought this is supposed to be a hot spot especially for foreigners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many hours of lethargic walks, we proceeded directly to Suria KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTRIurvFnI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wMWA0ENoNHg/s1600-h/P1060331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTRIurvFnI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wMWA0ENoNHg/s320/P1060331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320107007732029042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the moments to be in awe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting foot into this gigantic complex was certainly an immense experience, especially for foreigners like my relatives. After window-shopping for some time, we decided to have a go at Aquaria KLCC since we did not manage to get entrance pass for the highly recommended Sky Bridge (get the admission ticket before 10am for this one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time ever I entered Aquaria KLCC.... and it also disappointed me.... Well.. perhaps I put too much hope in it, I expected too much from it, I had anticipated for a grand finale of the day. Yes, of course, there were a lot of sea creatures in the aquatenarium, but sadly, the so-called underwater tunnel was just way too short to travel. I was actually making comparison between our very own Malaysia's underwater tunnel with the one in Singapore, as well as the one in Hong Kong. I remembered vividly that I enjoyed very much in the other two places previously.. but certainly not this one.. this one was expensive, and... not really entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTTS0psPAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/gP8UoVjOPmc/s1600-h/P1060373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTTS0psPAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/gP8UoVjOPmc/s320/P1060373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109380156013570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time capsule in Aquaria ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather's brother (I don't know how I should call him in English) seemed to be worn out after so many hours of walking, so we decided to quickly settled our dinner by taking KL HOHO back to Bintang Walk. After filling our tummies, three of them and I went separate ways. Since it was still early for me, so I hanged around in Bintang Walk, did some window-shopping, sight seeing, and entered Lot10 to purchase a long sleeve Padini at Isetan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTU76XLjuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3zucF0a_rFE/s1600-h/P1060391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTU76XLjuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3zucF0a_rFE/s320/P1060391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320111185575251682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there it goes, I took my last KL HOHO bus of the day, and snapped the last shot of it unassumingly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back to the 11th Station, I waited for the train to arrive... surprisingly, the passengers seemed to understand the law of good behaviors, and they were actually queuing up for the train during such a peak hour (around 8pm...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTVotgnSdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/V2goVLpOsBM/s1600-h/P1060393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTVotgnSdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/V2goVLpOsBM/s320/P1060393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320111955219270098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing! Unbelievable! I've never seen such "scenery" during all my previous experiences.... This certainly did not correlate with our usual selves, did it not? Public education is on the rise I reckon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, when the train arrived, the lines did got a bit messed up... Wayyy to improve, Malaysians! Haiz... well... when I was waiting for the train in KL Central, a lot of stuffs to be reminisced... A lot of memories, where majority of them were my own thinkings which I usually do in this very place.. I always think a lot of silly stuffs, all alone in KL Central back then, during the moments where I took series of trains alone, for one sole reason. Ugh.. I suddenly realized that I have stopped doing this for...a year now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup.. almost a year now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-4657514649990075842?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/4657514649990075842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=4657514649990075842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/4657514649990075842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/4657514649990075842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoho.html' title='Hoho....'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SdTKe8L2rrI/AAAAAAAAANM/7vWS0VVnl84/s72-c/P1060272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-1747879899249076643</id><published>2009-03-27T08:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:20:35.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just 1 Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 422px; height: 422px;" src="http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/8/9/7/4/4/ar120567744044798.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, "an apple a day, keeps the doctor away". How true it is, i don't really know as apple does not contain all the essential nutrients we need. But I definitely know that an hour of lights-off for tomorrow would be propelling the better good for our mother earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This activity is actually previously originated from Australia. Australia,for many many years ago, has already been known as the biggest victim of climate change. If you are a follower of environmental issues, you should be aware that the biggest leak of direct UV light, unfortunately falls on Australia. With that, the rate of cancer sufferers in Australia has been increased by leaps and bounds since numerous years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney was the first place ever to implement such significant event, it is the forefather of 60 Earth Hour. After getting virtual standing ovation internationally, many other countries follow the good deed, as an act to fight climate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently,the number of rainy days in Malaysia is somehow unpredictable. Ever since before Chinese New Year, heavy downpour has been seen all over the places in this country. Sudden flood happened throughout certain regions. Apart from that, a big chunk of ice reported has been melted not long ago, no thanks to ignorant human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might have one hundred thousand reasons not to turn off the light, but we do not one one hundred thousand earths to sustain the negative aftermath; we have only one reason to do the deed tomorrow, that is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to save our one and only earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many activities in town which would be carried out as a response to this grand event. For avid shoppers, Suria KLCC will reward the first 100 shoppers brewed coffees. But well, the complex will turn off unnecessary lights, including decorative facade lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magnificent lion of Sunway Pyramid will also take a good rest to not shine upon the town, in addition to that, students from Sunway University College will belt out the song "We Are The World" as a reminder to the whole nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the private universities, UCSI, will hold a live band performance during the moments, and hosting a free dodge ball game, in which it relates in climate change prevention somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid Valley, being one of the biggest hang-out area in town, is going to turn off all non-essential lights, including the lights which are usually seen around the hotel areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medias such as certain TV channels, radio stations, will all response to the mother earth in accord. They will, too turn off the lights, and be Good Samaritans to the nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT ABOUT YOU? LET US :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alifebe.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/earth-hour_-_dafi-and-royce-tan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-1747879899249076643?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/1747879899249076643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=1747879899249076643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1747879899249076643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1747879899249076643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-1-hour.html' title='Just 1 Hour'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-2782405433553913270</id><published>2009-03-24T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:19:49.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conan Look-A-Like?</title><content type='html'>There was a day when I tidied a bit up on the bookshelf upstairs, and by accident, I discovered several reading materials which I found full of immense nostalgic feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you've probably guess it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Detective Conan&lt;/span&gt; (or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Case Closed&lt;/span&gt; in many European countries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fZnAADKlFTE/SLUZV7mIv6I/AAAAAAAAADo/xan4Tz2GZLs/s320/dc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without me knowing it, I've forgotten everything about this comic before I noticed their existence in the shelf. To me, these are no ordinary comics, but also comics which are suitable for every adult. Complicated plots &amp;amp; mind teasers galore can be found if you follow its exclusive stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found these books, they actually triggered another piece of missing link in me... I suddenly recalled that many people had once telling me that I look a lot (my appearance, facial one) like Detective Conan (in which it basically means that my face is like a piece of caricature, or you could call it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cartoonic&lt;/span&gt;), I do not know is that an appropriate statement for me to laugh about it or to cry over it because I actually look like a cartoon character... What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-2782405433553913270?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/2782405433553913270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=2782405433553913270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2782405433553913270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2782405433553913270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/03/conan-look-like.html' title='Conan Look-A-Like?'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fZnAADKlFTE/SLUZV7mIv6I/AAAAAAAAADo/xan4Tz2GZLs/s72-c/dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-2764171386474628303</id><published>2009-03-24T10:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:07:35.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster : A Natural Rapist</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard of a person referred to himself as a natural rapist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably did, if you followed the news last year, the unforgivable incest case which Josef Fritzl had committed. He locked his daughter, Elizabeth in the basement for 24 years, and raping her repeatedly, made her a sex slave without any human conscious. And the most outrageous statement of all, he claimed that he was born to rape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sadakoreview.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/fritz-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above photo shows Elizabeth (left), daughter of Josef Fritzl, and the demonic human, Josef Friztl (Right), The lower left shows the tiny little area which Friztl had built as part of the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(For those who aren't aware of this piece of news...) It was even more shocking when I came across the news last year that Elizabeth had even bore 7 children in the basement, one of whom died ever since he(she?) was born. The demonic creature hid all these away from his wife by telling her that their daughter had joined some mysterious cult somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone had finally learned the underground incident, thanks to the intelligence of Elizabeth, who inserted a secretive note in one of her daughter, 19 year-old Kerstin. Kerstin was once severely ill and Fritzl took her to a local hospital for a check-up, but the monster did not realize that there was no birth record of Kerstin or whatsoever, and fortunately, the hospital officers found the S.O.S note written by Elizabeth. Eventually, Friztl got arrested, Elizabeth and 6 other children were released from the hands of the evilest dad in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they, especially those 6 children who grew up in the basement for their entire life before they were released, were described to have behaved like weird creatures, not human. They were afraid of the lights, they did not know what is happening out there, everything seems to be so unfamiliar... They seemed to be no longer acquire the ability to live like a normal human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 158px; height: 289px;" src="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/00666/austria-fritzl-192_666557e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture shows Josef Fritzl, having fun at the beach. He traveled a lot, and was quite successful in his business, but little did the people around him know that, he is such a mysterious monster lurking in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monster&lt;/span&gt;, written by Allan Hall (ohh.. I almost bought that book in the book store days ago, but I have got no money... T.T) , a book which reveals the whole process from how he lived when he was young, how Friztl's evil-doings were discovered, up to the controversial court case, revealed that Friztl often traveled overseas, but always without the companion of any family members, he went everywhere as a lone ranger. I personally am disgusted when I saw pictures of him traveling to various places, he smiled so broadly, just like a normal person. I was so-o-o-o-o-o-o irritated by his devilish smile, till I wanted to puke in the book store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 238px;" src="http://www.diarioeltiempo.com.ve/V3_Fotos/josef-fritz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Friztl was under custody, it was finally announced that Friztl will spend his entire life in a medical center for psycho criminals. And if God allow him to recover from his so-called mental illness (Born to rape?? Tsk tsk tsk...), he will be imprisoned for the rest of his life behind bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-2764171386474628303?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/2764171386474628303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=2764171386474628303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2764171386474628303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2764171386474628303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/03/monster-natural-rapist.html' title='Monster : A Natural Rapist'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-5245009455063606073</id><published>2009-03-23T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:47:01.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Residential Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cedarsresidentialhome.co.uk/contents/media/image%209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days ago, my sister had gone to her much awaited National Service (which unfortunately, she fell sick on her first day), and the other younger sister of mine is back to school again from her spoiled and slacked break, whereas we, going to work for the sake of money, as usual. So who is there left to look after the little big baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People said that the elders would somehow transform into a 3 year-old gradually, that is somewhat true. I would love to add something more on that statement, they actually will definitely keep pace with their transformation, after their transformations into 3 year-olds, they will soon transform into infants, and eventually, some say, are going back to the mothers' wombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my grandmother is experiencing this transformation, no doubt about it. She needs the attention of other family members, she needs individuals who care about her, although her mind is no longer conveying such message to herself, but one thing for sure, that's what she essentially needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any choices left for us, for we were afraid of how she would mess things up in the house without anyone eyes on her... So we forced to implement our last resort, by sending her to a residential care center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've visited the place yesterday. I was succumbed to gloomy moods. Several old folks broke my heart. One of them was sitting on a chair, with no facial expression on his face, the only thing we could observed was his saliva, which kept dripping off from his wrinkled mouth. It was certainly heart-aching to see such scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we were informed that a lady (mere 52 years old), was driving everyone else in the house so madly that many people could not stand her. 52 years old, that was relatively so much younger than the rest of them! Some were sitting still, stared blankly into the sky, some, gazed at us, emotionlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that this 3 months will pass sooner, so that we could get my grandmother back into the house, with at least a person look after her, just like during the old gay days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-5245009455063606073?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/5245009455063606073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=5245009455063606073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5245009455063606073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5245009455063606073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/03/residential-care.html' title='Residential Care'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-346415741354478301</id><published>2009-03-20T13:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:01:59.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Tree Complexion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 383px; height: 286px;" src="http://scrooge.free.fr/personnages/famille/Family%20Tree%20VO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather-in law's brother (how should i call that in English? Granduncle-in law maybe? It's 叔公 in mandarin by the way) and his daughter, who happen to live in Hong Kong all this while, are coming to Malaysia for a visit very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still reminisces how his daughter looked like.  She looked a bit chubby, and she was a really caring person back then. When I visited Hong Kong many many years ago, she was the one who really took good care of me. Knowing that I was a kid who into gaming very much, she often lend me her Gameboy (oh, I miss that), and I indulged into it right after grabbing the gaming console from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about 9 years old then, I guess? Well... she was... still studying... just enrolled into a what we called 'secondary school' in Hong Kong. Thus, the difference as far as age is concerned, is just around 5 years, and that is the most it could go, i am sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all along, I called her "sister (姐姐)", so to show that I'm being respectful. Without noticing it, the truth is, she is actually one of my aunts! Another terrible point to ponder is that, she is actually my mother's cousin sister? How weird is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was referring my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grand-uncle-in-law's-daughter&lt;/span&gt; as&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"sister". My mother immediately corrected me by claiming that I should call her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aunt&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt;; for she is, well... actually my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mother's cousin sister&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things become even more complicated when you translate all these troublesome callings into Mandarin, sometimes you could get an endless noun which bugs you to an extent that you wouldn't want to call that person ever again, especially in front of the elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to call her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt;, it would appear that I being disrespectful to the other relatives (ahem, in traditional ways... my mother seems to be a pro-traditional individual), on the other hand, if I were to call her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aunt&lt;/span&gt;, it would appear that I being disrespectful to her as she is not as old as she seems to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will call her that after she got married and has kids on her own? Guess not, when a certain noun has been used frequently in reference to someone, it is somehow almost impossible to alter. I think I will just greet her in an atypical way, such as,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Yo, welcome to Malaysia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-346415741354478301?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/346415741354478301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=346415741354478301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/346415741354478301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/346415741354478301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-tree-complexion.html' title='Family Tree Complexion'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-4240946781821150285</id><published>2009-03-18T23:38:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:31:18.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panoramic Views</title><content type='html'>Speaking of the amount of money accumulated in that account, we recently utilized it so wisely on a wonderful trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the passed weekend, four cars started their engines wildly at 3.30am, departing to our destination, Kuantan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before deciding on the destination, neat surveys have been made. Since I've visited Kuantan several times then, my mind started to alert me with discouraging statements before the trip, such as, "it will not make any differences with your previous visitations." But the real thing proved that I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we went to Sungai Lembing, with strong desire burning in our hearts, we swore to conquer Mount Panorama (林明山).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the information we obtained first hand, there is an awesome spot in Mount Panorama which is worth to explore. It is said that there is a legendary &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rainbow Waterfall&lt;/span&gt; located at the peak of this part of the mount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScEZjE45nfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/iZe3AbRJ9Bk/s1600-h/P1060142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScEZjE45nfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/iZe3AbRJ9Bk/s320/P1060142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314557125672410610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From 5 something in the morning onwards, after walloping our brief breakfast, filled with excitement, we marched towards our first spot of the day, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rainbow Waterfall&lt;/span&gt;. With two gigantic vehicles (they are mere trucks, actually), and off we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScEa0BxD80I/AAAAAAAAAMM/WywpUmD9esU/s1600-h/P1060140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScEa0BxD80I/AAAAAAAAAMM/WywpUmD9esU/s320/P1060140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314558516403630914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throughout the rocky journey on the trucks, we were as though given a free service of whole body massage, those rocks and obstructive objects on the ground simply couldn't stop the trucks from vibrating. When the trucks went deep into the hide, situations became even more adventurous, the arms of certain plants were extended, thus long and thorny stems were blocking our way. To clear our path, drivers chopped down the obstructions mercilessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScEcVTjsVYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/D7_SlsvIOso/s1600-h/P1060141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScEcVTjsVYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/D7_SlsvIOso/s320/P1060141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314560187626706306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           Guess what? Elephant dunk is in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScEZiLGSKwI/AAAAAAAAALk/R0KSUPOZVbY/s1600-h/P1060145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScEZiLGSKwI/AAAAAAAAALk/R0KSUPOZVbY/s320/P1060145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314557110159289090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After an hour of journey, we arrived at the trekking site eventually. Since leeches are vehement creatures (according to a few aunties, that is), it scared some of us to a great extent. (The above picture shows almost everyone of us joined in the repellent-splashing fiesta, but it makes no sense doing this though, since we were soon to immerse ourselves into the water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScEZiigaeII/AAAAAAAAALs/7o8TSpcfSCo/s1600-h/P1060147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScEZiigaeII/AAAAAAAAALs/7o8TSpcfSCo/s320/P1060147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314557116442900610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                   And so, jungle-trekking, off we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScEeZ63xc5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/jSya3q0W-eQ/s1600-h/P1060170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScEeZ63xc5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/jSya3q0W-eQ/s320/P1060170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314562465922642834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After approximately an hour of walking, the faint-hearted ones sometimes jumped here and there, claiming that the scary leeches had already made them blood-sucking hosts. Out of the blue, you could hear someone screaming in agony once in a while, only to hear someone giggling soon after all the screamings. The above picture shows how bold my dad was. That was actually a picture where a starving leech sticking onto my dad's foot. Can't see anything? Click on the thumbnail for a larger view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScEZjaYMzXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/s8VPkxckdCQ/s1600-h/P1060159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScEZjaYMzXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/s8VPkxckdCQ/s320/P1060159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314557131440835954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, here it is, the so-called legendary &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rainbow Waterfall&lt;/span&gt;. The uniqueness of this scenery, if you could observe, is the existence of the magnificent rainbow, shining gracefully across the  tranquilizing moisture of the beautiful waterfall. Every step we took was well worth. However, this panoramic view can only be seen during a certain period of time. It can be clearly seen where it hanging high up in the sky from approximately 8am to 10.30am. Moments later than that, the appealing rainbow would sink into the water. So be sure that you reach there on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScEZjmm_-SI/AAAAAAAAAME/7CqzzUj783g/s1600-h/P1060196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScEZjmm_-SI/AAAAAAAAAME/7CqzzUj783g/s320/P1060196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314557134724135202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were in awe with the great creation by the Almighty One, overjoyed with unsustainable feelings and posed funnily for photo-snapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-4240946781821150285?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/4240946781821150285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=4240946781821150285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/4240946781821150285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/4240946781821150285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/03/panoramic-views.html' title='Panoramic Views'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScEZjE45nfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/iZe3AbRJ9Bk/s72-c/P1060142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-3062249288393536926</id><published>2009-03-18T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:33:48.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Symbolic Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 355px; height: 312px;" src="http://www.aboutfacesentertainers.com/images/caricature/artists/lindsay_p/lindsay_p_gilligan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Many people out there, everyone who knows me, friends or foes, they are all jealous or maybe you should use the word "envy", towards a bunch of ladies, including my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Envy? Well, the story goes like this..... During some initial years of studying in a primary school, my mother had made a few magnificent friends (4 of them, to be precise) whom were destined to change the life of my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bond was so strong that it lasts for a few decades, and still counting. When all of them are married, had kids on their own, they decided to establish an account where every family must commit to splash as much as RM300 into the account every month. All the stored money in that very account is used for family traveling purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without fail, each family put enormous efforts with dedication, putting in RM300 monthly. Thanks to those parents, me, as a child, am always feel grateful towards what they've been doing. We started traveled (locally) here and there using the accumulated money in the account several years ago. I have to admit that some bunches of besties cannot even commit themselves to such an extent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-3062249288393536926?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/3062249288393536926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=3062249288393536926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3062249288393536926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3062249288393536926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/03/symbolic-of-friendship.html' title='Symbolic Friendship'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-466170692380959631</id><published>2009-03-18T09:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:25:00.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell's Kitchen</title><content type='html'>I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScBJ4wnM4NI/AAAAAAAAALE/Z50b_lqWw2g/s1600-h/hells-kitchen-20060712071249439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScBJ4wnM4NI/AAAAAAAAALE/Z50b_lqWw2g/s320/hells-kitchen-20060712071249439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314328799768010962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;came across a reality show recently on the tube. For kitchen enthusiastic a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Survivor&lt;/span&gt; haters, this will be your show. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell's Kitchen&lt;/span&gt; is no ordinary reality show, that's what I thought, at least. After being a follower of certain other reality shows with the likes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Apprentice &lt;/span&gt;as well a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Survivor&lt;/span&gt;, this particular show brought a total different atmosphere, it was so fresh, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, my little sister, whom aspiring to be a chef someday in the future, withdrawn from her big thinking soon after watching this very show with jaw-dropping expression together with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the show, the infamous host, Chef Gordon Ramsay was somewhat yapping non-stop towards the contestants, it was like a mouth-watering riot scenarios, except that no counter-attacking is allowed. What the contestants could do were just standing there, keeping their words to themselves seem to be the better choice instead of spilling out opinions on how to improve the worsened situations... because the chef would somehow fired up every arse of those who talk back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threatened my sister with discouraging statements, telling her that this is the world of kitchen. The chef will just keep nagging you, forcing you to do something which you don't really think it would be a good idea even though you have more years of cooking experiences than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually awfully surprised by the host in one of the episodes when Chef Gordon was using harsh words to a customer who came forward to the kitchen to ask for a ketchup or something. That was so ridiculous. He did not seem to be an ethical professional, did he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I somehow have bad impression about this show, but yet, it gains huge popularity in UK &amp;amp; US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stresses the hell out of me every time I watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-466170692380959631?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/466170692380959631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=466170692380959631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/466170692380959631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/466170692380959631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/03/hells-kitchen.html' title='Hell&apos;s Kitchen'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/ScBJ4wnM4NI/AAAAAAAAALE/Z50b_lqWw2g/s72-c/hells-kitchen-20060712071249439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-5523995781497624176</id><published>2009-03-16T10:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:23:28.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware, My Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HTO3jP-_lk/SUCNGYXjj5I/AAAAAAAAAhc/rKvkWrCsjmg/s400/evil-santa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigod~~~~ Look at this piece of news! Click &lt;a href="http://nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Monday/National/2505994/Article/index_html"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt; to unveil the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That particular link is no spam or whatsoever, The Phantom won't setup a snare to pounce on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading that piece of news, I am in terror. Look at where the incident took place! A public university in Serdang! Does it ring any bell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness... there are monsters lurking in the dark side nearby. Sometimes, we ought to put in some efforts to prevent ourselves from encountering certain disasters in disguise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-5523995781497624176?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/5523995781497624176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=5523995781497624176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5523995781497624176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5523995781497624176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/03/beware-my-friends.html' title='Beware, My Friends!'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HTO3jP-_lk/SUCNGYXjj5I/AAAAAAAAAhc/rKvkWrCsjmg/s72-c/evil-santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-1718279478626625068</id><published>2009-03-16T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:58:02.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Despising</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://th01.deviantart.com/fs10/300W/i/2006/083/b/e/bleeding_rose_my_desktop__by_mandiscandi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, a very sentimental one, was recently separated from her ex. After the excruciating confession which she is forced to accept with open arms (though she was the one who suggested the separation first hand), days of her life had never been the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in deep sorrow for 24 hours a day, those nights were like those for the vampires. She experienced countless sleepless nights, with only tears as her loyal companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept her mind occupied with suicidal attempts. But fortunately, her inner voice which keeps telling her not to do silly things saved her eventually. Family &amp;amp; friends who love her would be left behind should she committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things got a twist when another guy came over and wooed her. Easily, she somehow convinced herself that this guy would be the eternal half of her life, the love of her life, the one person who will stay besides her till she dies, yea.. that is a typical and ideal ideology of what you call everlasting love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we started a conversation not so long ago, she opened up the topic about her past relationship. Yes, the one which caused her to nearly kill herself. But I was shocked when she told me that her ex was a useless wimp, and things are better off without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? I mean, what is this? Is this just a mere different paradigms in life? Shockingly, a relationship which you once thought as a precious gift, can be blown away with a somewhat ignorant and arrogant statement, just like that? A relationship which you used to put so much efforts in it, can be removed from your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Now, love seems... able to be replaced by another individual so mercilessly. Just wondering... Are we taking things too lightly, especially in serious issues such as a relationship? Is abandoning a seemingly fruit-bearing relationship a free &amp;amp; easy thing to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-1718279478626625068?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/1718279478626625068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=1718279478626625068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1718279478626625068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1718279478626625068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-despising.html' title='Love Despising'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-836810071525804218</id><published>2009-03-11T09:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:08:56.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-Budget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 464px; height: 364px;" src="http://www.garth.ca/weblog/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/budget-cartoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that the government has finally promised the nation in permitting a mini-budget which worth at RM60 billion. But the mouth-watering wars are still happening between the parties somehow... Nah, I don't really bother about it now, it's somewhat pathetic sometimes looking at them fighting internally, sparking infernal flares within themselves, aren't they all leaders who are suppose to lead the country to a better good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call that a great performance of showmanship by our future-to-be PM, or you could call that a sincere aid from the government, whatever it is, this RM60 bil pump into the economic cycle would definitely soothes many people, especially those who are facing crisis in making a living. It's happy to know that the government is finally doing something to keep the jobs and reduce downsizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor, who happen to stay in the opposite of my house, is going to graduate this year, and the current crisis causes her major depression (I guess she does, I just heard all these rumors from the mouth of my mother). She feels as if it's the end of the world for she won't get to find any job when she graduates later, and she even feels that all the things she has been doing were all implemented at the wrong moments. But guess what, I feel relieved that the government does take care of the students too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By introducing tuition fees and research grants up to RM20,000 for every student pursuing PhD and RM10,000 for every student pursuing Master Degree (all in public universities), the degree holders can now equip themselves with further knowledge without worrying whether or not they are secured with jobs in order to keep pace with the current financial situation. I feel that this would be the golden opportunity for the avid learners, this will surely be a chance for them to strike a new high in their career when the financial crisis subsides a couple of years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the property goers, tax relief on housing loan will also be implemented. For consumers, a sum of RM674mil would be pumped into subsidy purposes to avoid price of necessities from hiking, for instance, sugar and wheat. The government certainly sees the troubles faced by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rakyat&lt;/span&gt; this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most encouraging plan, would definitely be the rebate in purchasing new cars. For those who own a car which is now 10 year-old or older, can enjoy the privilege of RM5000 rebate in purchasing any new Proton &amp;amp; Perodua automobiles. Goodness, a RM5000 cut? Tell you what, the second hand junk which I'm driving now cost exactly RM5000, the government allows a RM5000 cut just like that, I couldn't help but think the price of my car is so insignificant......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-836810071525804218?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/836810071525804218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=836810071525804218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/836810071525804218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/836810071525804218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/03/mini-budget.html' title='Mini-Budget'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-6482642859019500199</id><published>2009-03-09T12:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:11:33.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 PSX Games</title><content type='html'>While everyone else is looking for a superior video cards to fulfill their gaming experiences (especially for guys),  they often willing to splash a large sum of money to purchase those latest gadgets with advanced technologies, and install into their CPU or whatsoever, and eventually... VOILA! That's the time for them to virtually expressing their audacity in front of their virtual enemies... referring to first-person shooter games, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm still loitering in the area of PSX. Although years had passed, and you could very well imagine something like, "what the hell, a conservative guy with no appropriate good sense in the aspect of high resolution (or high definition, whatever...). But I have to admit that I'm a nostalgic kind of guy, whom in a way, difficult to force myself to like a new thing or two, I would love to stick to my old self, like the old things which are dear to me many many years ago. I would like to pay tribute to Sony Playstation with this post of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I am once again indulge in those old school games so intensively that I decided to write a quick review on the top 10 PSX games as far as I am concerned. (oh, this pretty much emulates my freelance jobs) The below are games which lived up the role as one of my companions during my growing phase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10.Crash Bandicoot : Warped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTahmRLr0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/s67WHSANjNY/s1600-h/crashbandicoot3warped0bqw4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTahmRLr0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/s67WHSANjNY/s320/crashbandicoot3warped0bqw4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311110131319811906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Crash Bandicoot 2 is the first ever game which I played using my old Playstation console. Without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; digging deep into the history of Crash Bandicoot several years ago, I would not know that the main protagonist in the game, Crash, is actually a symbol to Playstation... or how should I put it? A mascot to Playstation, just like how significant Sonic The Hedgehog is meant for Sega. Crash Bandicoot : Warped actually did magnificent job to succeed its predecessor, Crash Bandicoot 2. This third stage crashing instalment suits the interests of many adolescents, which directly render them to like Crash even more! At least, it did its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;magic wonders to me when I was still a naive teenager then. It's entertaining playing that game, but I would not touch this anymore for I've went through the whole game several times now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. Final Fantasy Tactics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTaiEe1YzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DmrES_PGqzA/s1600-h/Final_Fantasy_Tactics_ntsc-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTaiEe1YzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DmrES_PGqzA/s320/Final_Fantasy_Tactics_ntsc-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311110139430134578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Certainly, Final Fantasy Series cannot be neglected in the review of top ranking PSX games. From FF7 to FF9 in Playstation, the series did works like wonders to me. Many said that FF series only bring bummers to gamers, but on the other side, Final Fantasy did bring great memories which propels sky-limited imagination to majority of the gamers. But this, Final Fantasy Tactics, did bring certain length of enjoyment to pro-strategy gamers. Before trying out this one, I was indulged in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Final Fantasy Advance which is featured in Gameboy Color. When I was near the brink of the end, I thought to myself, whoa, this game is terrific eventhough it is played in Gameboy Color, a tiny console which I thought, is only suitable to kiddos back then. Wehn I got myself an FFT, without a doubt, it enhances whatever I experienced in Gameboy Color. Squires, mages, knights, archers, thieves... variety jobs are featured once again in the game, and a lot more thinking skills are required to go through the malicious stages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Front Mission 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTaiVtFiFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cI8PWabpdG8/s1600-h/front+mission+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTaiVtFiFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cI8PWabpdG8/s320/front+mission+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311110144053315666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Front Mission 3 is the only Front Mission version which was being made by Square-Enix in the beginning of the year 2000. Another strategy game in the room, which brings a unique style of game playing experience. Could not find English version of it, but Japanese version is ok for me, thanks to my great aunt :)  This is no ordinary strategy game as different abilities can be activated randomly during battles with the villains. Square-Enix did a great job in sustaining a somewhat good graphics as far as Playstation games are concerned. A must have for strategy gamers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. Super Robot Wars Alpha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTaipAMMAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1jZ7DSztL2s/s1600-h/superrobotwarsalphalimtedediti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTaipAMMAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1jZ7DSztL2s/s320/superrobotwarsalphalimtedediti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311110149233717250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I first tried out Super Robot Wars F as my first ever strategy game several years ago. The sequencing of the game was good, taking turns to control your machinery units, and the game indeed featured many cool robot figures which are aired in the tube when we were still children of justice long time ago. Other than the robots which you could watched in many cartoons, it also includes older version of robotic idols such as the Gundams, for instance. After got over with Super Robot Wars F, I continued with Super Robot Wars F Final, where I could not finish the game due to its high difficulty levels in the last stage fight. A couple of years later, I got myself this, Super Robot Wars Alpha. Besides the addition of new characters, the game also featured a new function when the fight is about to begin between the you and the enemies, a function which I found quite useful for time-saving, which is to shut off the battling scenes where you listen and watch how the robots slice each other off with virtual weapons. Only Japanese version is available for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. Street Fighter Alpha 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTaiyyst8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/IgwNzbxwGS8/s1600-h/sf3psx-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTaiyyst8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/IgwNzbxwGS8/s320/sf3psx-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311110151861483458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have seen the likes of Ryu &amp;amp; Ken battling out since I was about 5 year old or so. Back then, that was the era where Street Fighter dominates the world of gaming. Who does not know about Street Fighter during that time? IT can be considered as the sole fighting game which captures the heart of everyone. Even my dad knows about it. But things got a bit clumsy for Street Fighter after that. But when Street Fighter Alpha is released in Playstation, things got a 180 degree twist. It further proves that 2D gaming still has an incredible demands among gamers. The moves and styles of gameplay certainly makes me reminiscing the good deeds I did by beating that classic Vega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Tekken 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTcncE6ijI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GEUTAj0NfIg/s1600-h/tekken3-f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTcncE6ijI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GEUTAj0NfIg/s320/tekken3-f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311112430686472754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My favorite fighting game of all time.Tekken 3 is the best fighting game which features characters with real-life images in my opinion. Although many people quoted that "Dead or Alive" should be the better one which stands out, but I partially agree about it, it receives good responses from many people, but I reckon that it is because of the movie with the same name goes into the big screen, and thus the aftermath. Tekken 3 provides good visual experiences to gamers, and majority of my friends were giving two thumb-ups for that game too! They claimed that many of the moves in the game can be learned in real life, well.. I guess that it could be used as a guide of martial arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Breath of Fire 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTcnuXc-bI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Ef5D8_znDJo/s1600-h/breath_of_fire_4_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTcnuXc-bI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Ef5D8_znDJo/s320/breath_of_fire_4_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311112435596065202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Frankly, Role-Playing Game (RPG) is the game of my style. I like controlling characters walking around the street, purchasing stuffs with virtual money, solving mysterious puzzles, bump into crazy monsters and slice their heads open (Yea yea.. I'm a cruel monster), and eventually be the hero and save the princess or the world -_-"  Breath of Fire 4, is a typical RPG game without any special features in it. But somehow, it makes me so into that game and I've been playing it even for now! The only reason why is, I've played three times in the past, but I've not finished it for even once! Weird eh ? My console has got some problems for the previous three times... And that makes me more determined to finish the game off.. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Winning Eleven 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTcoGDboSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/it1QMyyIGLk/s1600-h/worldsoccerwinningeleven2002sl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTcoGDboSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/it1QMyyIGLk/s320/worldsoccerwinningeleven2002sl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311112441954541858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the only sport game I've been playing for a long time. Others, with the likes of Need For Speed, Gran Turismo, well.. umm.. I mean racing games, they certainly are not my type of games. I prefer controlling famous soccer players running wildly on the field than looking at a first person view, bashing through the woods and residential areas. Winning Eleven 2002, to me, provides the best qualities of soccer games in PS history. Movements, strategic game play, all are packed into this one game. It's entertaining and engaging playing this at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Final Fantasy VIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTcoc0xUSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tcsc7dm_hZU/s1600-h/final_fantasy_8_ntsc-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTcoc0xUSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tcsc7dm_hZU/s320/final_fantasy_8_ntsc-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311112448067064098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have to give my vote to this one for Final Fantasy Series. There are many different episodes out there for Final Fantasy, but to me, this one brings significant meanings to me. There is no other RPG game which express love stories which could cultivate in gamers' hearts so vividly like this one. Furthermore, the limit break by the protagonist, Squall, certainly is entertaining to used, when you trigger each button in accurate style, your heart goes pump correspondingly. Lion heart certainly won't fade away in my life, I learn that from this game. Cheers, FF fans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Metal Gear Solid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTcowbLSaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/el_5mDCdisI/s1600-h/Metal_Gear_Solid_Pal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTcowbLSaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/el_5mDCdisI/s320/Metal_Gear_Solid_Pal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311112453328423330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This one is most unique of all, I'm not really sure in what category this game should be grouped into. Basically, you control Solid Snake, the main character in this game, so it looks like an action game. But it's more than an action game as it consists of Counter Strike-like game style at times. You are a top professional spy, searching for myths and solutions in order to stop a nuclear launch. The twisting storyline certainly makes you ask for more. I was expecting more from this game, but to my disappointment, I finished the game so fast... in about.. umm.. 2-3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more games which I found quite entertaining throughout the years of adolescence... Like Xenogears, Resident Evil 2 &amp;amp; 3, The Legend of Dragoon, Valkyrie Profile, Wild Arms 2, Chrono Cross, FF7, FF9, The King of Fighters, and many many more..... Thanks to Sony, for introducing such games into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might act like a kid for posting this into my blog site (I know...). But I just realized that many people have forgotten these games completely, the games which mould us what we are today.&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/220625047443001962-6482642859019500199?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/6482642859019500199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=6482642859019500199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6482642859019500199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6482642859019500199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/03/top-10-psx-games.html' title='Top 10 PSX Games'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbTahmRLr0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/s67WHSANjNY/s72-c/crashbandicoot3warped0bqw4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-3325857199550686712</id><published>2009-03-06T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:11:19.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbDJrABxIYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/M9aKsEyCaLY/s1600-h/44761985_b01c701825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbDJrABxIYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/M9aKsEyCaLY/s320/44761985_b01c701825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309965701248786818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, I was kind of addicted to the series, Ally McBeal. Lawyers were gathering around in that particular series, and that was where the first time I knew a thing or two about Calista Flockhart and Lucy Liu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the one thing which captivates me the most and keeps in my mind so vividly, is the toilet placed in their law firm. Well, it's a unisex toilet. I could not recall specifically what had happened in that very toilet, but I do remember that funny things often happen in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when it comes to the year of 2009, a unisex toilet appears again in my life. That is, a toilet which is located in my current workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's somewhat strange when you enter the toilet and seeing a female washing her gentle hands in front of the mirror. And sometimes, when I enter the toilet, I could took an accidental glance at a female who just entered one of the cubicles in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing which I found quite awkward... Well, maybe not for the others, but I actually feel awkward myself. The story goes like this, there was a time where the OPP went so smoothly, and one of my female colleagues was somewhat giving me compliments on how well I co-operated with her throughout the seminar. After the speech, both of us were going for a loo, as a result of a long test of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, each of us entered different cubicles respectively (Hell, of course we did that). But my colleague was still talking to me even we were in our respective cubicles. She kept saying stuffs about our seemingly countless co-operations in the near future, even when we were in the moments of pee-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine, those were the moments where we were having conversation while listening to the dripping sounds of excreted, liquidal materials at the same time. Well, I responded by having some cynical laughs and told myself not to speak much for I had my little business to do throughout the urination period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-3325857199550686712?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/3325857199550686712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=3325857199550686712' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3325857199550686712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3325857199550686712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-toilet.html' title='In the Toilet'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SbDJrABxIYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/M9aKsEyCaLY/s72-c/44761985_b01c701825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-1180234375783320251</id><published>2009-03-03T09:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:18:48.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-marital Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SayRXydG08I/AAAAAAAAAJk/0w_im1Y-bLY/s1600-h/_Lester_3_17_08_safe_sex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SayRXydG08I/AAAAAAAAAJk/0w_im1Y-bLY/s320/_Lester_3_17_08_safe_sex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308777898629845954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, citizens in Guang Zhou seem to be doing the same thing, the thing which they do keeps reiterate itself daily, and it benefits the hospitals and other health care centers. What are they doing you wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those folks are just making confirmations about their heredity. And the individuals who engaged in such activity are all couples. It's a norm if you see the person who plays as the girl acquire a little life within her tummy, and to top it all, news revealed that 8 out of 10 couples discovered that after they have checked the DNA of their child, it seems that the current boyfriend/husband is not the real father to that child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This inclination seems to be deteriorating for now, and it worries the whole globe currently. A series of interviews had been carried out within our community and many different views for ponder have been voiced out by our very own Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some who are said to be "possessed by the devilish spirits", would probably ask their girlfriend/wife to sign some procedures in order to start an operation under the knife, and eventually abandon the females as if they are mere old junk or clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some who have merciful hearts, claimed that he would not mind treating that child as his own flesh as it's his wife/girlfriend the one he loves, so it does not really matter whether the child inherits his DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some who possess hearts like lions which are full of pride, stood firm on their grounds as relatively masculine individuals, disagree completely with the statement from those of merciful hearts, denying his girlfriend/wife directly as the incident seems to be a treachery and it is totally unfaithful. Cannot keep to the curb, Separation is the only answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some who acquire some sort of love-can-overcome-everything-but-you-can-only-have-me ideology, would ask the girl to abandon the child along with her ex, and continue stay together with him, hoping so hard for an unseemingly happily ever after fairy-tale ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct, safe sex has been taught world wide. But now, come to think of it, what is the real intention of introducing safe sex procedures? What is the main reason behind before all the condoms and pills popped out in our communities? Sometimes we gotta trace back the roots of everything for an asnwer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Safe sex is the practice of sexual activity in a manner that reduces the risk of infection with sexually transmitted disease..."&lt;/span&gt;(Quoted from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Safe_sex"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;) It is originally used to prevent deadly diseases such as AIDS. But nowadays, the practice is used for the sake of a rapid sense of joy as well as for the sake of pregnancy prevention, which renders people misused the concept and started doing things wildly, without any rationality in their heads. Now, one would often think that sexual activities engagement for a pre-married couple is a MUST, otherwise the relationship won't be able to last long due to bummers and boredom... Tell you what, that's exactly the main reason why a relationship never last an eternity or longer than it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, for whoever, especially female readers who are reading this, I hereby sincerely apologize to all of you on behalf of all men in nature. Males, at times would often unable to deny certain temptations, and so, in certain moments, we might have done damages which are unforgivable, we sincerely hope to change that in many ways, and undo all the wrongdoings we tend to commit. There are still many good men out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But girls, we could not take things for granted... basically in every situation. Take a look at these cases, those suffered are all females, the lions could just make a mild decision and walk away from you if something does happen, all they usually do is waving hands at you, bidding "bye bye" to you, without sharing any burdens, without carrying the troubles, eventually, it's the girls who cry at the corner every other night. Indeed, the practice of safe sex is not 100% safe. Do not allow the oppositions take advantage on you before marriage, even though that person is destined to be the love of your life. I'm not preaching in the perspective of religion or whatsoever. But this negative inclination is getting as serious as the current financial slump, and it proves to be so true on why pre-marital over-intimacy activities are banned in the eyes of many human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does a sudden upsurge of your bloodstream overnight worth for the possible eternal scar which breaks your heart forever? You be the judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-1180234375783320251?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/1180234375783320251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=1180234375783320251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1180234375783320251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1180234375783320251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/03/pre-marital-issues.html' title='Pre-marital Issues'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SayRXydG08I/AAAAAAAAAJk/0w_im1Y-bLY/s72-c/_Lester_3_17_08_safe_sex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-6357036186090209331</id><published>2009-03-01T16:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:06:03.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom of A Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.naset.org/uploads/pics/cartoon_bus.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole nation  of the world is being warned that what bloggers blog about in their exclusive websites are sometimes simply untrue. Yes, I have to admit that some of them are just mere expressions of dissatisfaction, while the rest of them are just perspectives which are viewed in a different way, in other words, opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally am paying huge tributes and feel respectful towards people who are expressive, especially towards political issues, of course, I'm referring to individuals who dare to voice out their constructive criticisms and statements. I'm thinking, "at least, they are fully utilizing one of their rights as the people of the nation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, certain category of citizens, for example, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rakyat&lt;/span&gt; who do not have the privilledges or opportunities to receive tertiary educations, often have strong voices shared among each other towards government policies, sometimes bringing out their big voices through blaming government's weak spots, sometimes the elders gathered together and have a few sips of coffees in the coffee shops, started to have conversations as though they could be the better rulers than the current government. Yes, this is basic human rights, without criticisms, there will be no improvements at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, this so-called freedom of speech which everyone of us is entitled to, seems to be robbed away by the government itself. This phenomenon is further shown to be true when UUM (University Utara Malaysia), Choo Kok Wei is charged for an unlikely "crime" he committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident is definitely outrageous. A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rakyat&lt;/span&gt;, to top it all, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rakyat&lt;/span&gt; who publicly claimed to be the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Future Backbone of the Country &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(future local university graduate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, is tipped to be expelled from the university after utilizing his freedom of speech. That simply seems to be an absurd issue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, in these moments of financial crisis, if the bus fare of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Rapid"KL&lt;/span&gt; is to be regulated to a higher price under unacceptable circumstances, is it not our rights to voice our opinions to object the policy? Even if the regulation is not implemented in the end, what we are doing (giving constructive critics) is basically not unlawful at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the reason of Choo Kok Wei being expelled from a local university, if all he did was just voicing his opinions on the web about the hiked price of bus fare in UUM? Being a university student, we do not even allowed to have our own mindsets, our own perspective? So what does the government expect from us? Be students and potential nation workers who do not own critical thinking skills, and continue to be the conventional "photostat-type" individuals which everyone else from other countries are talking about? This way, our country might go deeper and deeper, further and further down to a serious slump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I'm just voicing out my opinions here, my beloved government.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-6357036186090209331?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/6357036186090209331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=6357036186090209331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6357036186090209331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6357036186090209331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/03/freedom-of-student.html' title='Freedom of A Student'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-2749693151060354106</id><published>2009-02-27T09:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:34:31.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire in the Midst of Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u5nthED_Lv8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u5nthED_Lv8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAP &amp;amp; UMNO Youth, would there be infernal affairs in the years to come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A twist of fate had landed on our nation ever since the incidence of 308 ( a serious major blow to BN), and we do not know when this will end. But one thing for sure, integration between different races does not seemed to achieved successfully after so many years of independence, racial issues still appear so frequently. To top it all, it becomes heated up during moments of financial downturn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This absolutely happens at the wrong place, wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-2749693151060354106?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/2749693151060354106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=2749693151060354106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2749693151060354106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2749693151060354106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/02/fire-in-midst-of-woods.html' title='Fire in the Midst of Woods'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-6896602327965400051</id><published>2009-02-26T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:39:53.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Celaka"</title><content type='html'>During my secondary school moments, when I was still an adolescent, very rarely I got a chance to hang out with my friends. One of the many reasons, I was considered an introvert-inclined individual back then, furthermore, I'm very well known with my own records of school-shifting (I've shifted schools as many as...ermm... 6 times), as a result, I did not have very close childhood friends whom I known outside of my house. I've lost contacts with almost all my primary school friends, be it secondary friends, to me, they're all the same; people who come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grabbed an opportunity to hang out with my friends years ago, I would always frown at the word "Fcuk" which displayed in the shopping mall. Of course, my friends were feeling the same way I did, we were just a bunch of immature blokes back then. Even more immature was the way we used the word by applying it into our daily malicious verbal activities.  Little did we know that it stands for "French Connection United Kingdom". I guess there are still people out there doing stuffs like what we did many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Malays have their own hard words too! For example, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celaka&lt;/span&gt;", indeed is a word which is used by overly angered individuals (but my father did use often, he sometimes purposely embed that word into a conversation). When a Malay spills that word out from his or her mouth, or by any means a person spilled referring a malay to that word, it means war.&lt;br /&gt;Expect a mouth-watering war... And it could potentially transform into an offensive jabs-exchanging, 18SG-rated scene with parental guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karpal Singh, having defamed the name of Perak's Sultan, had received two live bullets from unidentified individuals whom suspiciously claimed to be members from UMNO. Without tolerance, Karpal Singh's volcano erupted by lashing out one of the most prohibited words as far as malays are concerned. Now it caused an uproar all over Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this is no "Fcuk", dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-6896602327965400051?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/6896602327965400051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=6896602327965400051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6896602327965400051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6896602327965400051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/02/celaka.html' title='&quot;Celaka&quot;'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-2282984815293386077</id><published>2009-02-25T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:32:44.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Winners</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs.nypost.com/movies/photos/OSCARS.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Oscar is finally over, and the winners are already announced!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Picture: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Actor in a Leading Role: &lt;/strong&gt;Sean Penn, &lt;em&gt;Milk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Actress in a Leading Role: &lt;/strong&gt;Kate Winslet, &lt;em&gt;The Reader&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Directing:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Foreign Language Film:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Departures &lt;/em&gt;(Japan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Original Score: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/em&gt;, A.R. Rahman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Original Song: &lt;/strong&gt;''Jai Ho,'' &lt;em&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Editing:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Sound Mixing: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Sound Editing: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Visual Effects:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Documentary Short:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Smile Pinki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Documentary Feature: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man on Wire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Actor in a Supporting Role: &lt;/strong&gt;Heath Ledger, &lt;em&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Actress in a Supporting Role:&lt;/strong&gt; Penélope Cruz, &lt;em&gt;Vicky Cristina Barcelona&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Live Action Short: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spielzeugland &lt;/em&gt;(Toyland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Cinematography: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Makeup:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Costume Design: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Duchess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Art Direction: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Animated Short:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;La Maison en Petits Cubes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Animated Feature: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WALL-E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Adapted Screenplay: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/em&gt;, Simon Beaufoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Original Screenplay: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Milk&lt;/em&gt;, Dustin Lance Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shame that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt; could not grab even half of the number of its very own nominations... That movie did made my heart melted a little (ahem..). But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;, a hit which was tipped to be the favorite big winner even before the curtain calls, had indeed fulfilled the hopes of everyone, by grabbing 8 out of its 10 nominations. I gotta give that movie a go no matter what, I promised myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hot movie which is thought to be one of the major winners, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milk&lt;/span&gt;, on the other hand, could take heart from producing the best Lead actor, Sean Penn. In animation, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wall-E&lt;/span&gt; is indeed worthy of its award.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-2282984815293386077?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/2282984815293386077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=2282984815293386077' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2282984815293386077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2282984815293386077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/02/oscar-winners.html' title='Oscar Winners'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-1633395166211161394</id><published>2009-02-25T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:42:12.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetarian?</title><content type='html'>Since Muslims (Look, I'm not violating racial issues over here, so ISA.... please don't get yourself involve in this if you see this yea?) are all around us, other races tend to make jokes and poke some fun into their eyes by lashing out food issues such as pork and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I hanged out with my colleagues for a luncheon, a somewhat... err... unusual luncheon, at least for me. We went into a vegetarian restaurant. Throughout the dining moments, we were discussing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halal &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non-halal &lt;/span&gt;issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes, Muslims are forbidden to consume certain foods and beverages, and what about those self-proclaimed vegetarians? (Once again, I'm not pointing fingers at all the vegetarians... No hard feelings yea?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is, why does vegetarian-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;char siew&lt;/span&gt; exist? Why is there vegetarian-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siew ngor&lt;/span&gt; present within the vegetarian community? Why do they imitate prawns by making molds out of flour? Why?? Why are they mimicking meats in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they, too forbidden to consume pork (meat) like Muslims do? But they are making it as though it tastes like the real meat, why are they doing this? Can anyone tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they trying hard to impress others who are not vegetarian, so that they could earn additional income (these vegetarian dishes are wayyyy more expensive than the original meat)? Or are they simply could not resist the temptation of the flavor of meat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-1633395166211161394?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/1633395166211161394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=1633395166211161394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1633395166211161394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1633395166211161394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/02/vegetarian.html' title='Vegetarian?'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-2405530550341230183</id><published>2009-02-24T09:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:45:42.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Job</title><content type='html'>Looking into the past, I've not blog about working for even once! Well... maybe people don't really BLOG about what they're doing, because very often, they just BRAG about work. Certain words are closely related to work, such as "Sucks", "Bored", "Damn", you name it... Very unfortunately, people tend to view working merely as a way to earn some income, to sustain their lives so that they won't end up like the beggars who dwell in my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majority of the people in this earth are treating their  occupations as bummers. We enjoy our occupation very rarely, some of you would even refer to people who like their jobs as work-a-holics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But frankly speaking, I do enjoy my current job (at least I am, presently...). But in other ways, my job sometimes scared the hell outta me. For instance, you need to explain products one on one to some seriously speaking white-collars, in a blink of an eye, some aunties are bragging their grandmother stories which are somewhat unrelated to nutrition for hours. Sometimes, I am forced to stand in the middle of the podium, and tried your very best to entertain the audiences. Of course, researches and some studies are inevitable. Without any early notices, I am sometimes told to stay back, and reach home greeting the stars and the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of these coming days, I'll be involving in my first ever outstation errand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those of you who wants to know what I'm doing currently, these are what I've been doing generally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this does not sound like a BRAG to you, but a proper BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-2405530550341230183?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/2405530550341230183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=2405530550341230183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2405530550341230183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2405530550341230183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-job.html' title='My Job'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-3307255621227376431</id><published>2009-02-20T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:11:53.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light-hearted</title><content type='html'>Every time when I am down (moments where no people really know I feel that way), I would love to watch stupid and funny videos in order to brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I found this one quite amazingly done, and I wonder how they did that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuMMfgWhm3g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuMMfgWhm3g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are extremely smooth in their flow of acts. Hope this brighten your day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-3307255621227376431?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/3307255621227376431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=3307255621227376431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3307255621227376431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3307255621227376431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/02/light-hearted.html' title='Light-hearted'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-2793667577814359454</id><published>2009-02-20T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:12:25.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Poisoning</title><content type='html'>I admit that I own an unhealthy body, I fall sick very easily, and quite often too... Most probably relatively frequent than any of my friends around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two days ago, I was hanging out with my two Malay colleagues and had lunch with them. When we got back to the office, I could not help myself but to think to myself about what are those stomachs of Malays made out of? My stomach was causing me massive upset, those two whom ate almost similar food with me were so laid-back and sat on their seats so not abnormally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it goes, I puked a whole lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rendang&lt;/span&gt; out from my belly... When I was driving back home, I could not focus at all, what's gotten in front of me were so blurred... To prevent an unwanted accident, I parked my car at the side, and closed my eyes for a few minutes, hoping for a brief rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I continued with my vomiting when I reached home. Consulted a doc, took some medicine, and puked restlessly again... I simply was dispirited for anything else besides lying on the sofa. And so, my two-day MCs were attained (gotta go back to work for a meeting on Saturday though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these couple of days, I gradually felt that the governmental policies are misused in many ways, it is nothing different than a food poisoning situation which I'm suffering now, everything seems to be in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest poison, the current infamous speaker, Mr. Sivakumar seemed to be committing a huge mistake by suspending the new minister of Perak as well as the other 6 exco members. Even the DAP leader, Karpal Singh was shocked in disbelief with the speaker's decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, apart from investigating the allegations in power abusing activity done by the Selangor Menteri Besar, MACC has another job to do, which is to investigate whether Mr. Sivakumar got himself involved into some corruption or bribery wrongdoings as far as his flabbergasted decision is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't they put more efforts and come together to face the upcoming tipped financial crisis in Malaysia on this coming June, rather than indulging themselves playing political games for now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not mere poison, but venom to our nation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-2793667577814359454?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/2793667577814359454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=2793667577814359454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2793667577814359454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2793667577814359454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/02/political-poisoning.html' title='Political Poisoning'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-7149541709404708100</id><published>2009-02-17T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:33:04.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nude Photos Circulation... Not Again??</title><content type='html'>These days people tend to use the same issues to heat up the crowd eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year or two ago, it was Edison Chen's moments. Although many female movie stars as well as female singers were involved, but Cecilia Cheung was seriously blamed for that incident, and not to forget the "once naive Gillian Chung".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that, Uncle Chua's case was declared world wide in order to tarnish his name. As the time goes by, local evil politicians seem to cultivate a new hobby within themselves, that is by using tricks which concern with nude photos and videos to defame their rivals. Well, I have strong words for those who involved in those frenzy case though, they were certainly responsible for the aftermaths, but certainly not on this current one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Wong, as a highly revered Selangor State Exco Member, was smeared as far as her good name is concerned. Her life will be once and for all tainted with this dirty tricks done by a person who was so-called her boyfriend (well, a real boyfriend who's true to you certainly won't do that, aren't they?). From &lt;a href="http://elizabethwong.wordpress.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;, you would see that this individual certainly is a strong and tough lady who carries burdens and sky-rocketed ambitions, for the sake of the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how she put it, she has no reason feeling to be blamed. She was asleep and all, but some malicious guy just came a took a few crazy shots at her, and the circulation began. One thing for sure, the main culprit is certainly pumping himself with laughing gas. He or she must be thinking that his or her plan would succeed now that an obstruction is down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the real culprit definitely has achieved one of their purposes, by forcing Elizabeth Wong intentionally offered resignation as a consequence of the incident. Politicians these days would willing to sacrifice anything, including their own integrity, in order to notch the top spot, and score some political points? What would they benefited from the nation in a democratic country despite they succeed in the later stage? They still need to listen to our voices in the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Elizabeth, you certainly have tons of people back you up! Never flinches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-7149541709404708100?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/7149541709404708100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=7149541709404708100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7149541709404708100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7149541709404708100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/02/nude.html' title='Nude Photos Circulation... Not Again??'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-7983044586017943669</id><published>2009-02-14T09:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:13:25.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidency</title><content type='html'>Auto makers giants such as Ford and Toyota are cutting jobs like splashing pails of water, thousands and thousands of people are becoming jobless, and more cases of committing suicide due to unsustainable pressure, especially to the family breadwinners in U.S are increasing by leaps and bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The then Senator Barack Obama has now successfully becoming the successor of the president of United States. And thank God he lived up his words to make a major change in the country as he proposed a stimulus package which comes in a lum sum of money. I would like to wish him the best of luck after he signed the bill. That was the major first step, and kudos to him for such bravery change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But strangely, our country does not seem to be affected much by the crisis JUST YET. This must have something to do with the presidency. When our current deputy prime minister takes office at the end of March, perhaps it's time for other countries in Asia, to make way for us to experience how bitter the current crisis taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, all eyes of Malaysians will be no longer on the foreign PM, but on the local one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-7983044586017943669?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/7983044586017943669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=7983044586017943669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7983044586017943669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7983044586017943669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/02/presidency.html' title='Presidency'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-5898396980130713834</id><published>2009-02-14T09:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:11:36.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By Elections Fiesta</title><content type='html'>I could not help but started to giggle myself when i watched the news about how Nizar was putting all his efforts to enter his office in Perak. Gate was closed, journalists were ambushing the cars, basically, that was such a chaotic scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the defeat, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pakatan Rakyat&lt;/span&gt; seems to be venting angers on Sultan Perak, and it comes to an extent that the infamous Karpal Singh wanted to actually bring both the case as well as Sultan Azlan up to the court. Obviously, this has further enraged the nation, since Sultan Azlan possessed a great image all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, the minister in Kedah could not stand the immense pressure working as a politician, and thus resigned at his own will. A few days after that, another by election is to be held on the same day with the Kedah by-election. There are so many by-elections out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is, can we really trust &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;members of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pakatan Rakyat&lt;/span&gt; these days? The de facto leader of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pakatan Rakyat &lt;/span&gt;has once broke the heart of every reformation hopefuls by giving out blank promises. Perhaps BN has slowly come to after fast asleep for half a year now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News revealed that the reason why the two hottest contemporary by-elections in town (Bukit Gantang, Perak &amp;amp; Bukit Selambau, Kedah) are to be held on the same day, is &lt;a href="http://nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Saturday/Frontpage/2479313/Article/index_html"&gt;due to security reasons&lt;/a&gt;. Well... What security reasons could there be? People raged into the parliament like a masacre? Journalists causing unwanted mess during the campaigns? That was somewhat absurd at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, rumors said that the only reason why these two by-elections are held on the same day, is because governments are going to snap the chance, and focus on centralizing the firepower for a massive backlash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-5898396980130713834?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/5898396980130713834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=5898396980130713834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5898396980130713834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5898396980130713834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/02/by-elections-fiesta.html' title='By Elections Fiesta'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-969057185464405059</id><published>2009-02-11T21:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:51:43.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curious Case of Movies</title><content type='html'>Once I thought to myself that Alien Vs Predator 2 was a great movie then, since the first episode was not bad, in my own opinion. But many movies which could only be seen in cinema are going downhill soon after AVP2 started in haunting our mind and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, things are worsen. You know what, I think that cartoons (pleasantly, marvel cartoons and other cartoons like Transformer are not bad, in fact they are all quite awesome and enjoyable to watch, movie remakes of animes are the roots of the problem), especially animes from Japan, should be left as it is, and never ever being made into a movie or that sort of thing. When a famous anime was modified into a real life people emulating the characters in it, the anime itself will be spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The circumstance is very similar with broadcasting a very famous song (which you love very much once upon a time) in a camp, but due to some lame mistakes or bad management by the camp organizers; as a consequence, people who were previously crave for that song are now hating the song, wished that they won't hear it again in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps many of you out there are looking forward to some of the upcoming movies, with the likes of Dragonball Evolution, and Street Fighter - The Legend of Chun Li... But I have my own stand on this. Well, (no hard feelings to the fans out there, I am a fan to Dragonball as well as Street Fighter too) both of these movies are as if doomed to be big let downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M-4IR1AiU2c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M-4IR1AiU2c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, let's talk about Dragonball Evolution. When you look at the trailer, first thing goes into your mind, "why is Goku a white?" And, omg, is that Chow Yun Fatt?? Well, you know, there would be some strange vibes and sensation which makes you feel like as if you're sitting on a seat in the cinema, watching a somewhat lame movie, you feel like releasing the laughing gas, but you couldn't, for there were many spectators sitting around you, anticipating the best from the movie, just like you (if you're a big fan of Dragonball).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K1cuEy82PeQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K1cuEy82PeQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Street Fighter - The Legend of Chun Li. I couldn't agree more with some of the viewers who appeared no problem with Chun Li as the main character revolves around the story, but not Ryu &amp;amp; Ken. But hey, the whole piece of movie still goes wrong as it seems. Lana Lang, one of the Goddess of the pretties in many hearts in men, surprisingly is co-starred in this one. Seriously, I was flabbergasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I would give these a go in the near future, but at least for now, it's a "no" from me. "All's Well Ends Well 2009" was also a big failure as far as I'm concerned. The director seemed to be struggling to emulate the '94 &amp;amp; '97 version. I might as well wait for "The Curious Case Of Benjamin Burton"... I wish that this would at least strike a sense of balance in my movie taste for a while (but it seems to be a tear-stealing movie... gurp.).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-969057185464405059?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/969057185464405059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=969057185464405059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/969057185464405059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/969057185464405059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/02/curious-case-of-movies.html' title='The Curious Case of Movies'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-8921687493638960401</id><published>2009-02-10T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:17:39.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limbless Life</title><content type='html'>You know, there are actually individuals out there who are lacking of a mercy heart, and laugh at those who are helpless, and pointing the helpless person and scornfully commented a word, "retard." So who's the real retard? Take a look at the following video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtweZxNGk1Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtweZxNGk1Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly inspired by Nick Vujicic. I thought this was the most amazing and astonishing testimonial I've ever seen in my whole life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that Nick could be filled with power and wisdom to continue inspiring people and unfortunates who fell into the snare of sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-8921687493638960401?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/8921687493638960401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=8921687493638960401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/8921687493638960401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/8921687493638960401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/02/limbless-life.html' title='Limbless Life'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-7275995031565412175</id><published>2009-02-07T21:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:51:58.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staff Dinner - Back to the 70's</title><content type='html'>Back to the 70's? Did we really nail it with the theme? I guess not... Everyone was so lethargic after a long day of work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that a staff dinner should not be held on such a day (weekday) where everyone was expected to enjoy the night after a long period stare at the PCs. It should be held during the weekends or, perhaps one of the nights of Friday (people would be relieved with the coming of weekends, at least...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of us (including me) took off from the office a couple of hours earlier from the office, and I purposely drove a long way to my colleague's house, just to collect the staff gifts, and drove my old junk back to the office with my colleague. Straight after that, we proceeded to the destination (a restaurant in Bangsar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Luck was not on our side as we were getting our hands wet with the traffic... Cars honked around on the seemingly never ending queue of vehicles. And we were thinking, "oh gosh, being the event organizers, we probably could not make it earlier like expected."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After entering a wrong restaurant (yup yup, due to our poor senses of direction), and a few car-tailing actions in the house, we finally made it to our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the sense of proud overpowered us, there were already cars which were too familiar for us to recognize, parked around at the car park area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it sucks when the organizers were the last ones to arrive before ALL the guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was initially given the opportunity to be an emcee of the event, but I was grateful that the real emcee (who had encountered an unfortunate incident where her head was hit by a somewhat long steel from the above) returned, thus I could concentrate with my original task of the night, which was taking care of the broadcasting musics (but it sucks too... since our company's first lady was demanding a soft volume... she could not sustain high pitch music, aged people, you see...). Which in turn, caused me managed to take just a few pictures off the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SY2O6HcNg-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/8yXxkzYEZ4I/s1600-h/P1060067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SY2O6HcNg-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/8yXxkzYEZ4I/s320/P1060067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300049465565873122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     Our Executive Director, Ms LL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SY2O5oJNmwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ShP_rHkXqok/s1600-h/P1060060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SY2O5oJNmwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ShP_rHkXqok/s320/P1060060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300049457164688130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 70's Gals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SY2O5fqfSMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bMB8Hey5L5M/s1600-h/P1060058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SY2O5fqfSMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bMB8Hey5L5M/s320/P1060058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300049454888339650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Winsont &amp;amp; Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SY2O5XoNJjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_NT7-Pg2Ncc/s1600-h/P1060054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SY2O5XoNJjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_NT7-Pg2Ncc/s320/P1060054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300049452731278898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ms. Woo(blurred... :P) &amp;amp; Sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SY2Qi8fyyqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sGISKQXDlYc/s1600-h/P1060068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SY2Qi8fyyqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sGISKQXDlYc/s320/P1060068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300051266514373282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Birthday Gals in February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SY2Qi4jLGLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jcnUvbWnSDY/s1600-h/P1060063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SY2Qi4jLGLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jcnUvbWnSDY/s320/P1060063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300051265454807218" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;The Gifts for staffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SY2QjJ0-1oI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CKuryTc2Ph4/s1600-h/P1060074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SY2QjJ0-1oI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CKuryTc2Ph4/s320/P1060074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300051270092904066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh.. The backdrop that I made (Only managed to show up in the last minute, and some of the words... Oh my.. they were disfigured)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-7275995031565412175?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/7275995031565412175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=7275995031565412175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7275995031565412175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7275995031565412175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/02/staff-dinner-back-to-70s.html' title='Staff Dinner - Back to the 70&apos;s'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SY2O6HcNg-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/8yXxkzYEZ4I/s72-c/P1060067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-7540006116714954686</id><published>2009-02-07T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:12:30.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GTF CNY Open House 2009</title><content type='html'>What is "GTF"? Well, that's the name of my current company actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a long well-planned activity last Saturday, it was quite a successful event, but with a herd of over 130 people attendees, our tiny seminar room was simply flooded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a740bd12ef29a931" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da740bd12ef29a931%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333081842%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6433818ADFC9703B0E45A7A81D516C74C36D391C.22533609E7A12425DBD5A5994026E009CE441706%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da740bd12ef29a931%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSofwNL8i72Z8X3LcdfqEeev003A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da740bd12ef29a931%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333081842%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6433818ADFC9703B0E45A7A81D516C74C36D391C.22533609E7A12425DBD5A5994026E009CE441706%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da740bd12ef29a931%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSofwNL8i72Z8X3LcdfqEeev003A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is a video made by our graphic designers (this video is exclusive... It should be used for pre-seminars viewing I reckon...). Though the video seemed to be quite easily done, but everyone who attended seemed to be happily pampered by us in our company, especially the kids. All attendees were showered with gifts, and some were gifted cash as their biggest angpows of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy late Chinese New Year! (the 15th day of CNY is just around the corner...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-7540006116714954686?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a740bd12ef29a931&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/7540006116714954686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=7540006116714954686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7540006116714954686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7540006116714954686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/02/gtf-cny-open-house-2009.html' title='GTF CNY Open House 2009'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-2228562335152063067</id><published>2009-02-07T11:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:48:10.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLAP!!</title><content type='html'>I was with my fellow colleagues for a peace luncheon the other day. We went to a usual Chinese Restaurant which serves normal Chinese dishes (You know, for those of you who bumps into UPM often, you could relate the imaginary dishes with those served in Bao Long, the thoughts of those dishes disgust a few of you yeah?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we have ordered what could have been our set lunch of peacefulness, suddenly a seemingly angry voice came out from the kitchen. What appeared in front of our eyes was a young bloke shouting towards an uncle who was probably in his early fifties. That uncle is in responsible taking orders from the customers as far as I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the words that shocked us out of our seats. The youngster (he looks like an illegal immigrant to me) was scolding the old folk with harsh words, with the likes of "stupid", "old fella (in a relatively impolite manner, of course)", and others which I could not recall. It seemed like the old man was asking the staffs in the kitchen to buck up and finish off with all the cooking, since some of the customers were waiting (fortunately it was not us, we don't wanna get involve in such turmoil). Perhaps the uncle got on his nerve, I reckon? Expectantly, customers from all angles were experiencing the awkward scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we thought that the quarrel has ended a few minutes later, another shocking incident took place. The youngster wen upfront and slapped that old man straight onto his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                          "SLAP!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boygeniusreport.com/wp-content/uploads/image/monkey-slap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spectacles wore by the pitiful old man flew onto the ground. Fearful eyes which filled with unexplainable hostility were observed on the facial expression of the young bloke. Additionally, he dared the old man to call his mother when the old man was taking out his cellphone and started pressing buttons on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,we were stunned, and had no appetite to carry on with our self-thought a peaceful luncheon session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope that nothing else serious than that would happen after we left that place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-2228562335152063067?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/2228562335152063067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=2228562335152063067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2228562335152063067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2228562335152063067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/02/slap.html' title='SLAP!!'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-1694093739071523282</id><published>2009-02-05T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:06:43.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Grandmother</title><content type='html'>My grandmother was unleashing a series of new and hottest jokes recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After living with us for so many years, she slowly developed a strange habit of asking us weird questions in our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When me and my parents are about to go out to work, she would now ask us the same question, with the likes of, "Can I go with you?", "does your company hires people?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. My grandmother is actually word-blinded. In addition, she is almost 90 year old, an old folk with Alzheimer. Well.. If a company wants to hire her, and promise her a contract of showering her with some coins every month, I would appreciate that company very much for awarding her such a chance to feel young at work again. But that would probably only happen in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it needs mounted patience to deal with Alzheimer patients. One of the best way is to treat them as if they are 3 year old again. And so, my dad was playing around with my grandmother this morning, telling her that he's going to set up a stall somewhere, and my dad would be the person who hires my grandmother in the near future. And of course, my grandmother looked exhilarated and happy, she looks forward to her "future job" very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dad stated a somewhat tough question for her. He asked my grandmother, if someone ordered a glass of water which costs RM1.20, and the customer asking her for a change with a RM5 note, how much money would she give her back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, she was stunned, frozen like a snowman in the snowfield, speechless for a.. err.. terribly long period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-1694093739071523282?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/1694093739071523282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=1694093739071523282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1694093739071523282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1694093739071523282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-grandmother.html' title='Funny Grandmother'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-8554506791132015498</id><published>2009-02-02T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:01:00.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Basics</title><content type='html'>Despite there is still a week left for Chinese New Year, Chinese New Year celebration in real life is virtually over now, since everyone starts to get back to their usual routine; workers work, students study as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is something dilly-dallying my mind, I got these provoking mind teaser from a conversation with one of my relatives in one of the days of Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we got to a topic where we were speaking things about the past, things about what we have encountered, be it happiness or sadness we experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about the content of the conversation.... It's better kept unrevealed. But I hate to say that I'm totally disagree with people who often flush statements such as "Time heals all wounds", "Time recovers"... You know what, time does not really heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, it's not true at all. Years later, people could still be terribly sad over something which had occurred in the past. Scars remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we could do to these scars within us is depends solely on what kind of solution we use to face the problem. Time, is just a natural tool where it unveils the obstacles deep within your soul, and it makes it as if the problem does not exist at all, but little do we know that, it still does exist in the bottom of our broken hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-8554506791132015498?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/8554506791132015498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=8554506791132015498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/8554506791132015498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/8554506791132015498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-basics.html' title='Back to Basics'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-1265723385209896906</id><published>2009-01-29T12:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:58:08.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Reunion</title><content type='html'>Years before this year, to me, no.. I mean to us (all my family members), is just a festive season where everyone indulged in unlawful gambling activities, receiving the reds, houses hopping, etc. But things got a little twist this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this Year of Ox, it's the first time ever my relatives and I went to KTV, and boy... We spent RM32.20 for each person in the afternoon! And there was 8 of us breaking our throats in the KTV room. To top it all, there were a few of us who are aged in the range of 11-12 (and they too, are beheaded for RM32.20 each).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SYJy1H0abVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jpavTb9aD2k/s1600-h/P1050952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SYJy1H0abVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jpavTb9aD2k/s320/P1050952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296922368698641746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        Frowns for the broken sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SYJy0togIqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uD9hlRjD8Z0/s1600-h/P1050928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SYJy0togIqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uD9hlRjD8Z0/s320/P1050928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296922361669362338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   S.H.E. Generation II in the making...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SYJy0SgHEaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/T8BQKMQX_ck/s1600-h/P1050924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SYJy0SgHEaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/T8BQKMQX_ck/s320/P1050924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296922354386407842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        They aren't used to this huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SYJy0ScNcLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/eBLB6P6_DYg/s1600-h/P1050922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SYJy0ScNcLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/eBLB6P6_DYg/s320/P1050922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296922354370048178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Superstar career aspired....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a large amount of money is spent, but those kids sure were delighted with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of the nights, the adults had a plan for a night outing, and these adults seemed to receive a sudden brainwave. They suggested a fine idea which benefited themselves, an idea which makes us, the children, big spenders instead of the parents. Firstly, a treasurer was assigned. After that, every one of us, who lives up the role of the grandchildren, are required to pay RM10 to the treasurer for that outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 22 of us arrived at Cyberjaya's Old Town Cafe last night, we as the grandchildren suddenly became so calculative while busy ordering our food. Some kiddos who were still not mentally matured, were dropped into the trap set by the adults. Consequently, the adults did not pay a single cent to enjoy the meal. Kudos to them on that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SYJ188SqvCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Mq691fKE1wE/s1600-h/P1050970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SYJ188SqvCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Mq691fKE1wE/s320/P1050970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296925801578150946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SYJ18q6sknI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-LSztO03nvY/s1600-h/P1050969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SYJ18q6sknI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-LSztO03nvY/s320/P1050969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296925796914205298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two courts, one for basketball, another one for futsal were placed near the cafe. Being a long time football fanatic, a few of my little cousins and I could not suppress our love for soccer and ran into the court, started dribbling and kicking the ball like Christiano Ronaldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister must have deleted the photos where we were occupied by futsal as well as basketball in the camera... Interrogative session soon... Hmph...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-1265723385209896906?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/1265723385209896906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=1265723385209896906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1265723385209896906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1265723385209896906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-reunion.html' title='Happy Reunion'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SYJy1H0abVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jpavTb9aD2k/s72-c/P1050952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-596086737422961143</id><published>2009-01-26T11:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:54:32.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>牛年行大运</title><content type='html'>恭祝各位：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;事事顺利、 鸿运当头、 恭贺新禧、&lt;/span&gt;笑口常开、 福星高照、 身体健康、 扭转乾坤、 金玉满堂、 五福临门、 长命百岁、 万事生意、步步高升、 风山水起、 生意欣荣、 心想事成、 出入平安。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;牛年行大运！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 518px; height: 376px;" src="http://pic.nipic.com/2008-04-11/2008411134235720_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-596086737422961143?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/596086737422961143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=596086737422961143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/596086737422961143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/596086737422961143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='牛年行大运'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-6685957904578364540</id><published>2009-01-23T09:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:26:21.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That 70's Show</title><content type='html'>Late last year, I lend a hand to my current company in their Annual Dinner Night for their distributors. Everything seemed sound and fine. Back then, I did not recognize my future colleagues, I did not speak much nor talk to them, I was like being left all alone in the heart of the restaurant. But well, that's what normal fresh people experienced when they suddenly appear in a new environment claiming I'm here for a 6-month internship right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a month, things got a twist as I got to know more about my colleagues, and guess what, another Annual Dinner is coming up. The dinner held last year was for the distributors, but this upcoming one is for the staffs. So I.. err.. quite looking forward for that.. But at the same time, that dinner keeps me withdrawing from attending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this dinner is very much resembles to course nights held in my university. It comes with a theme, and that's what causing me a mind of shunning away. It's really the theme... And yeah... It's "The 70's Night".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh holy cow... so we must all dressed up like those 70's blokes dancing around in the disco? The attire is bugging me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 70's tie ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/57/189625765_c631a5cb4e.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 70's groovy costume for mascot-wannabe like the then John Travolta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.completelybonkers.co.uk/images/3163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err.. hairstyle.. let's see... An afro would probably do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://portfolio.kevinthom.com/albums/performers/aaron_merke_afro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea what to wear :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton Kutcher, please enlighten me alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues claimed that penalties will be forced on those who does not abide the rules. And they are very much anticipating to fool me around in that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-6685957904578364540?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/6685957904578364540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=6685957904578364540' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6685957904578364540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6685957904578364540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-70.html' title='That 70&apos;s Show'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-7903626823286164834</id><published>2009-01-21T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:36:08.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Speech</title><content type='html'>Barack Obama has finally steps into the White House and started to take office, and the ex-president George Bush, I'm sure is reluctantly passing the baton onto President Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watch the inaugural speech of President Obama, I was stunned as always when I watched his debates with Senator McCain and several speeches by himself. His words are powerful, a comparable charismatic speaker to Abraham Lincoln. Can he change the world? Can he turn around the bad economics with haste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9JUiIhpO-v0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9JUiIhpO-v0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y88a9EpQid8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y88a9EpQid8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of trillions of watchful eyes are about to witness this new chapter of historical moments in the years to come. Way to go, President Obama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-7903626823286164834?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/7903626823286164834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=7903626823286164834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7903626823286164834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7903626823286164834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/01/his-speech.html' title='His Speech'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-6297214138880674704</id><published>2009-01-20T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:03:37.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do We  Really Abide?</title><content type='html'>Fortification of the safety belt law has been raised ever since the new chapter of life starts in the year 2009, but do we really abide by the law? Perhaps, on the surface, yes, we do. We are fully aware that if we're not making the full use of the safety belt, especially for passengers who always sit on the backseats in a car, the punishment will be very heavy, the punishment will be like emitting a ray of laser onto your wallets and purses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, all I could hear from the people is, "make sure you use your safety belt, I would be fined for RM300 otherwise!" Yea... That's the biggest reason why people like us, willing to go through all the troubles to tie up that elongated piece of belt as though we are beauty queens in the making. But don't get me wrong, I did not mean that this implementation was improper though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is, how does the paradigm of us looks like? Are we gonna tie up the belt for the sake of our own safety, or for the sake of our money? Well... I'll be the first one to admit, I go for MONEY, I believe everyone else does too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-6297214138880674704?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/6297214138880674704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=6297214138880674704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6297214138880674704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6297214138880674704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-we-really-abide.html' title='Do We  Really Abide?'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-860848188409076742</id><published>2009-01-15T09:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:13:47.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K.O. CNY Greetings</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year is just around the corner! Expect people visiting your house like a herd of bees if you are a Chinese, anticipate in receiving the reds from the elderly if you are still not married, prepare to punch some holes in  your wallet if you are a married Chinese. And get ready to spread the New Year messages around! Whenever you see a Chinese, be sure to spill out prosperous messages with the likes of the famous "Gong Xi Fa Cai".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are tons of New Year Messages which we used as an indication of traditional blessings for Chinese, but things will never be the same again for this year of Ox. The year 2009, is the year of massive downsizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I reckon some New Year messages should be essentially prohibited in this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;裁员&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;广进 (Unstoppable downsizing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;裁员&lt;/span&gt;滚滚来 (Welcome! Poor downsized fellas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恭喜发&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;裁&lt;/span&gt; (Congratulations on being downsized!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;裁神&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;到！ 裁神&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;照着你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;！(The God of Downsizing is here! He's looking after you!) --&gt; Oh boy.. this one is so eerie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, please watch your mouth before saying messages which you thought are the greatest greetings in the world, because not only you jeopardize your precious chance of receiving some cash, you could also potentially bring yourself unpredictable disasters  and ill omens in this year of Ox, like a massacre event in Spain, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in spite of all that, enjoy a good and harmonious gathering with your family members. I gotta spend my 7 days of holiday happily too... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby wishing you an early Happy Chinese New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-860848188409076742?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/860848188409076742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=860848188409076742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/860848188409076742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/860848188409076742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/01/ko-cny-greetings.html' title='K.O. CNY Greetings'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-8969414414172556161</id><published>2009-01-14T13:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:33:05.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humiliation</title><content type='html'>Chinese are always very proud of their own race. Starting from hundreds of thousands years ago, Chinese individuals have been playing their parts as one of the most competitive nation in the world. They are conversant in trading, they are acute businessmen. Chinese also often call themselves as "The descendants of the Dragon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These special genetic characteristics which are passed from the Chinese ancestors gleam even brightly especially for those who lives in Malaysia. Due to certain reasons, Chinese need to toil even harder for a modest success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by the time the Chinese in this country are hailed as the rising suns, an embarrassing scenario as shown below caught our attentions (exclusively for those who haven't seen this) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/POOkplv88YA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/POOkplv88YA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kua Kia Soon, a very influential figure indeed. All the students were enraged because of the disagreement of the top management in renewing his contract as the principal of New Era University. I don't really know the real story behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the book which is published by him, "513 May", a book which narrates the infamous riot event in Malaysia, seems to have certain connections with the contract renewal issue. I have not read this book though... Don't really know what he wrote in it. But the content of this book triggered controversial debates between the ministers in the parliament.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-8969414414172556161?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/8969414414172556161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=8969414414172556161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/8969414414172556161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/8969414414172556161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/01/humiliation.html' title='Humiliation'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-121838631894427856</id><published>2009-01-10T09:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:26:51.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, Who's Crueler?</title><content type='html'>Gaza Under Attack! Gaza Under Siege! Those are the words which catch your eyes in every piece of newspaper. Precisely, those words catch your eyes in almost all the English papers which you can find throughout Malaysia. But have you get yourself a chance to have a glance at how Malay newspapers describe the incident in their headlines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kejam!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kejam!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Kejam!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it goes... Those are the words which I could see from one of the Malay newspapers' headlines. Very apparently, those publishers concerned indeed are very upset regarding the current war between Israel and Palestine. Spiritually, they share what the unfortunate Palestinians experienced. Some of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rakyat&lt;/span&gt; even weep and mourn for them. At the same time, they chant words of Israel's cruelty while implementing anti-US campaigns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, news reported that Palestinians were the one who launched the attack on Israel first hand after the cease-fire agreement has ended. Preventing to be labeled as a wimp, Israel reacted and showed their true guts by counter-attacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some news also reported that, the radical tribe from Palestine, Hamas, is actually intentionally evacuating innocent Palestinians to sites where Israel troops would probably launch series of attacks on, so as to show Israelites are merciless people by slaughtering, achieving ethnic-cleansing effect brutally. As a consequence, all the newspapers are therefore reporting how devilish Israel could be. How true is this? Well, there are just some points to ponder, since Palestinians are attacking the Israelites at the same time, why are the newspapers showing only the pitiful faces of the Palestinians who lost their beloved ones to the war, but not showing any of the pitiful faces of Israelites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, some hearings revealed that within the few months long of cease-fire agreement, Hamas members were digging routes underground, which could lead to the country of Pharaoh. What are their intentions? Furthermore, Lebanon, a country which got involved in the mess reluctantly, was launching attack on Gaza as well. News reported that those were the doings of some Palestinians who are currently dwelling in that country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well... primary school teachers and my mama always used to tell the kiddo Phantom that, when a person hit you intentionally, and in any case you hit that person back, both of the individuals are pleaded guilty. Israel just seems like the country which carries the role of hitting back, thus causing such terrifying aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who's right and who's wrong? There's no answer to this million-dollar question. But all we know is both countries are cruel, they are all Hitlers of the new generation who lengthen the suffering period of the globe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-121838631894427856?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/121838631894427856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=121838631894427856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/121838631894427856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/121838631894427856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-whos-crueler.html' title='So, Who&apos;s Crueler?'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-2583019523978585062</id><published>2009-01-06T09:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:11:23.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boycott United States?</title><content type='html'>The terrible war between Israel and Palestine just seems to continue like this forever, it will not come to a halt, and United States, without a doubt is always live up to its role as the Great Wall of China for Israel. With such a huge back-up forces watching their back, it is almost certain that Israel could continue the war and do whatever they see fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the newly elected President-to-be Barack Obama seems to be a better reason to cheer from every corner of the world, but many, including me, still doubt that the President-elect is going to be successful in completely implementing US troops withdrawal from Iraq within almost a year of time as how he had promised before he was elected the successor of President George W. Bush.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But well, although we know that it is highly possible that he could not do much about it, and things would just be the same as what is happening today. But at least he is a new face whom every one acknowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first new Black American. A black, to be frank, is basically a nation which was not supported by majority of the Whites many years ago, but Barack Obama, with his great charisma, won round of applause all over the world because he is a symbol of the word "change". He proved that a Black, being once a discriminated individual, can achieve the highest success in a country like America. Consequently, many countries which their liberty is being ripped off, particularly countries which practice liberalism, are all awakening from the snares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he make a change in the days to come when he takes office on 20th January? That's a million dollar question which falls into ambiguity. But our beloved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chedet&lt;/span&gt;, is now urging our country to boycott US products openly,  urging the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rakyat&lt;/span&gt; not to use any of the US dollar so that we will not be contributing any penny to the United States in making weapons to kill people (as if United States is only using its money t create weapons =S), sacrificing innocent people's lives, as in what is happening with the Palestinians now. He pointed out that the United States is the only driving force of the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, perhaps he is partially correct about it. But by criticizing with such comment publicly, will it strain the potential good relationship between Malaysia and the upcoming New America? Perhaps we should just put in some faith in the United States, and watch how America could really change in the near future before pointing fingers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-2583019523978585062?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/2583019523978585062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=2583019523978585062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2583019523978585062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2583019523978585062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/01/boycott-united-states.html' title='Boycott United States?'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-8564594400438237040</id><published>2009-01-03T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:46:19.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jammed-Brake Damned</title><content type='html'>After everything was checked so thoroughly and recruiting the '95 car into my possession weeks ago, I thought that this piece of machinery would gets me to places which I wanna be, in a safely manner, at least within the first few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I need to work on Saturdays as well, so, as usual, I drove happily to the company, without giving much care on the sound of the worn-out radio (it switched on by itself every time I start the engine, you see.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, is a day where there are not much vehicles on the road. And I'm really glad that a normal Saturday work out that way. When I was carrying on with one of my hobbies now (driving!?) on the road, while listening to the stuttering voices and melodies from the DJs as well as some radio-editted songs. Out of the blue, my brake pedal was not functioning at all no matter how hard I stepped on it. Whenever a traffic light appeared in front of my eyes, I just could not correlate with my own intention of stopping the car. All I could do was rely solely on the gearbox to make the car stoppable. Thus, I always stopped ahead of those so-called permitted lines for halting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at my company, smokes kept coming out from two tyres, and to top it all, grease was found all over the wheel too! That was quite an unexpected experience. Some guy told me that I had forgotten to pull my hand brake down while I was on the road, but gosh, I remembered vividly that I put everything in order before cruising off with the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I had no choice but to leave my working place earlier although it was just a half-day of working day, and sent the car to a car servicing workshop. There were no problem with the handbrake at all, the problem was rooted from my Brake Master Pump, or whatever it is called... A master system which controls all the motions of braking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maklumlah&lt;/span&gt;, to what extent a local car which cost for only RM5000 could function... I seriously think that there are many internal parts which are still unveiling their foxy tails yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-8564594400438237040?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/8564594400438237040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=8564594400438237040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/8564594400438237040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/8564594400438237040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/01/jammed-brake-damned.html' title='Jammed-Brake Damned'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-7426161377296976154</id><published>2009-01-02T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:26:32.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Party</title><content type='html'>A New Year marks a new start to many people. And this particularly marks a new start for the government, especially the police officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent news revealed that one of the well-developed states in the country, Johor, would have setting up a kind of outraging party at one of the beaches, as a celebration of countdown for 2009. Reports concealed that there were two individuals organizing a so-called "sex party" in one of the beaches in Johor, and those who are informed about this particular party are all welcomed to join. But entrance fee is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the government acted fast and put numerous police officers at those beaches, and those places were under surveillance during the New Year Eve.  Thus,  no ridiculous occurrence  was spotted at those places. Nonetheless, the expected shocking news unveiled in the heart of the country's capital instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 people involved in a sex party organized in one of the hotels in Jalan P.Ramlee, a few people among them are highly revered figures in public eyes. An actress whom featured in a handful of famous local productions?? A female newscaster whom happen to be a regular face in cable TV?? A medical student?? Ketamine and syabu are found everywhere in the room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, the new year really marks a new beginning for these guys, I reckon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-7426161377296976154?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/7426161377296976154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=7426161377296976154' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7426161377296976154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7426161377296976154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-party.html' title='New Year Party'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-3563437719044670564</id><published>2009-01-01T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:43:40.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Art Thou ?</title><content type='html'>As far as I know, New Zealand was the first country to declare and opened their arms to welcome Year 2009. So where were you and what were you doing for that time being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I was busy working on my freelance articles so that I could meet the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister went for a 1-month camp in Slim River, I wonder how she celebrated the New Year there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas my youngest sister was staying downstairs all the while, sitting on the sofa with a remote control in hand, watching the tube, waiting for the countdown to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom? Oh, she was sitting besides my youngest sister. She seemed to be determined to stay awake to embrace another year to come when I asked her about it after I came back from office. But still, the bio-cycle was hypnotizing her, her eyes were nearly shut when the clock nearly reaches 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father... Ugh... He was in the toilet then... I heard many forwarded messages kept flushing into my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. this seems to be one of the greatest New Year Countdown bummers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although another year is just an alteration on the number, a mere little change of "8" to "9", but for certain people, another chapter of life has just begun. What had passed, is passed; what will be, will be. Que sera, sera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby wish all of you a very Happy New Year 2009 and hopefully, all my plans... as well as your plans for this new year would work out like miracles. Cheers~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-3563437719044670564?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/3563437719044670564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=3563437719044670564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3563437719044670564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3563437719044670564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-art-thou.html' title='Where Art Thou ?'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-7183267084719406009</id><published>2008-12-30T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:24:15.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Hellboy</title><content type='html'>I was like a Red Indian whom came from one of the eerie tribes somewhere in Africa ever since I came back home from Port Dickson. And this morning when I got up, as usual, I took a glance at my handsome face, but another glimpse caused me a slight scare. My face was as if being animated, I looked like Hellboy! How cool was that? And even more cooler, Hellboy with a skin-peeling face! I was wondering how should I face my colleagues when I get to the company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the very first day I drove my very own car, and drove it to my workplace. I should be disgraceful towards how my sense of direction has brought me up over the years, plus I'm a guy, for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what my intuition tells me all this while proves to be correct, so when you drive, you learn the way, you recognize the routes. "Argh, enough of these useless moaning!", you would probably thinking this kind of sentence right now. I'm so sorry to moan like a sissy girl over some sense of directions thingy, I really do. If you're still okay with it, then soldier on with the post, will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Jobs in a corporate are no new things for me, I'm definitely no first-timer for such kind of jobs. But things got a twist in the company I'm currently working in. In the past, temporary staff was my title. Therefore, it practically means whatever you do in the office or company, if correct, you might get praises from others; wrongdoings, others took the blames on behalf of you. But this day onwards till the end of the next 6 months, things correctly done - that's part of your job; mistakes committed - clean up your arse and prepare to feel the pain. The difference is just that simple, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically... First impression is highly important for a newcomer, everybody knows that. So I drove my old junk to the destination and arrived darn early in the morning at 7.45am. Imagine arriving at a work place 1 hour and 15 minutes earlier, and the shops were not showing any signs of warm welcome towards the pedestrians. All shops were closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about half an hour later, finally I saw one of my colleagues unlocked the door. When I first entered the company, every colleague of mine was staring at me, jaw-dropped. When I was introduced to one of the top salesperson in the company, he asked for my position in the company. The person who showed me around answered, "He's working as a nutritionist here." He exclaimed, "Nutritionist? Then why are your face like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on man, that's sun burn, for God's sake.... =_="  The sun was really merciless to me the other day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-7183267084719406009?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/7183267084719406009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=7183267084719406009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7183267084719406009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7183267084719406009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-hellboy.html' title='I&apos;m a Hellboy'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-7210105922998909713</id><published>2008-12-28T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:36:44.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reds &amp; Blacks</title><content type='html'>My dad used to work in Petronas many years ago, and due to unforeseen circumstances during that time, he stopped working in that company and held the title of "insurance agent" under his belt for many more years to come, and these number of years are still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my dad was still toiling under Petronas, my family members and relatives from my mother side used to go on a vacation together once iin every year, we used to live in a same old apartment which is called Tanjung Tuan in Port Dickson (there were a few apartment units in Tanjung Tuan belong to Petronas). But after the resignation, the annual PD trip faded in a blink of eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those older moments, me and my relatives shared very happy moments, we chased around in the apartment, flushing sea water towards each other, building sand castle at the seaside, and even fished a pair of socks from the sea once! Those are gay moments to be cherished back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, my mother, particularly, and a few of her siblings had a sudden urge weeks ago, the sudden urge they felt, somehow was like remisniscing the memories back in their mind. Consequently, they quickly planned another trip in Port Dickson, hoping to recall the memories, in real-life style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SVeVNdtMK9I/AAAAAAAAADw/j5glrmz6F9c/s1600-h/P1050667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SVeVNdtMK9I/AAAAAAAAADw/j5glrmz6F9c/s320/P1050667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284856746287573970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 families, fully prepared and well equiped with baggages and luggages, marched toward the journey to Port Dickson on 27th December 2008. Many years back then, some of my older cousin brothers were the ones who somewhat played a major part of my childhood memories in Port Dickson. But this very recent trip, I was like somewhat playing their roles, leading a bunch of kids, fooling around in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SVeVN3msYbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vjLnrIV0NrA/s1600-h/P1050720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SVeVN3msYbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vjLnrIV0NrA/s320/P1050720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284856753239646642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Look at my uncle, isn't he gorgeous? Opps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SVeVNu1XxyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XEcBIzgNJLQ/s1600-h/P1050686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SVeVNu1XxyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XEcBIzgNJLQ/s320/P1050686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284856750885291810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                Favourite place for the children, the pool in Tiara Beach Resort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived the destination, without any hesitation, the kids just pulled out their garments, and SPLASH! Into the water they jumped! Some of us starting to play water polo with a ball which we brought ourselves, some just kept themselves occupied with the water, especially those little ones, they treated the water as though it is their nemesis. It was hilarious looking at the way they dealt with the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SVeVOK_cw0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/gfkztwtbidI/s1600-h/P1050731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SVeVOK_cw0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/gfkztwtbidI/s320/P1050731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284856758443754306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             Me &amp;amp; my cousin sister were riding on a twin-sharing bicycle, it was quite difficult to                                    balance with her riding behind me, heehee  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;After a day long of water immersion and water polo, and under the scorching sun which did not show any mercy by unleashing its powerful sun beam onto our poor skins. Expectedly, our skins turned red, and some of us turned into black. And our skins, unfortunately, are making us feeling extremely uncomfortable... We are sun-burned! In this very moment, when I'm typing down this blog, my entire face is red in colour! Very much similar like pieces of freshly cooked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Char Siew&lt;/span&gt;. But after some invaluable advices from the elderly (hopefully it is), applying some natural Aloe Vera, and some cream from China would really propel the progress of moisturization on my skin. Otherwise, my face would surely cause some serious aftermaths to my future colleagues in two days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SVeVOnnHefI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3CExiaimIC0/s1600-h/P1050764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SVeVOnnHefI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3CExiaimIC0/s320/P1050764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284856766126324210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            A photo of all my cousins who went to PD together with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments to be cherished... The most valuable memories not to be forgotten. After 22 years of living, I gradually realize that family bond is the most important thing of all. There's no other relationship which comes first before families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no home like the one you got, 'cause that home belongs to you." Quoted from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bolt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-7210105922998909713?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/7210105922998909713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=7210105922998909713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7210105922998909713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/7210105922998909713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2008/12/reds-blacks.html' title='Reds &amp; Blacks'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SVeVNdtMK9I/AAAAAAAAADw/j5glrmz6F9c/s72-c/P1050667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-856968790814224279</id><published>2008-12-25T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:42:20.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the Christmas Day is here again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this year's Christmas, a carnival has been held in my church, featuring games organized by all the cell groups in church. Numerous relatives of the church members were invited to the church and join the crowd, playing games for free, and of course, playing games to win the prizes. The children were so delirious and engaged to our games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my cell group, I've setup a game stall, featuring an exact game which had been used years ago during my Form 6 years, I could vividly remember that my best friend and another friend of mine invented the mentioned game. The game is basically looking for coins in the midst of flour, and with finding the right coins, the participants could win themselves lots of sweets. Hehe, yup, this game is mainly targeted the children. The game has been receiving great responses, even the adults were queuing up, and strive their best to immerse their crystal clear hands into the mud of flour, hoping to look for chances to bag some sweets for their beloved children in this Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SVOXwSBKwFI/AAAAAAAAADo/gWqeLCq_RlA/s1600-h/P1050659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SVOXwSBKwFI/AAAAAAAAADo/gWqeLCq_RlA/s320/P1050659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283733643561975890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I was performing on stage, singing some Christmas tunes along with some church members. Oh gosh, how long have I left the performing stage in church? I couldn't recall... Ever since I left Sunday School, the opportunities were always given to the little ones  :)  This year's Christmas, I reckon that it was the best Christmas celebrated in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a question here... Why is Christmas celebrated world wide? Though many people don't really know the importance and the significance of this celebration. Basically, it's just a special day which is supposedly celebrated by Christians, to celebrate the birth of baby Jesus. Shouldn't it be like any other normal religion-related event, such as Wesak Day, Thaipussam Day? Hehe... Well, just a mere curiosity loitering in the brain of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Last Christmas I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day&lt;br /&gt;You gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year   To save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I gave it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once bitten and twice shy&lt;br /&gt;I keep my distance but you still catch my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby   Do you recognize me&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss me now   I know you'll fool me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song very much, this song has been playing inside my head over and over again, it reiterates itself involuntarily, even for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-856968790814224279?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/856968790814224279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=856968790814224279' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/856968790814224279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/856968790814224279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SVOXwSBKwFI/AAAAAAAAADo/gWqeLCq_RlA/s72-c/P1050659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-4646577923758349334</id><published>2008-12-24T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:47:53.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hike Admission</title><content type='html'>Prices of many commodities, daily utilities are hiking reluctantly, many people suffer because of it. To top it all, the government has announced that there will be many more jobless people in the country as the government needs to correlates with the current global economic situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When immature youngsters started to think that, "Oh, that's none of my business." The government is imposing another potential policy to somewhat balance up the degree of suffering between parental figures and their beloved children, especially movie-goers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shocking policy which claims that, a hiked admission fee for a Hollywood movie will soon cost at around RM20. The reason? Preventing the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rakyat&lt;/span&gt; to shun away from local productions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece of news reminded me of our beloved Proton somehow. By increasing taxes of imported cars, the people who are grouped in the category of middle  or low income can only afford to purchase local cars. So well... the soon-to-be-implemented policy seems to be working out fine in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, movies are somewhat different. Cars must be purchased, movies can be downloaded from the net. If the admission rate of foreign movies increases, the rate of movies downloading would soon to hike to an unbearable level as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of the day, shopping malls are empty because of the low-buying power of the nation, cinemas will also play their parts as desolated destinations, as normal movie-goers will now change their appetites, adjusting themselves with a relatively smaller tube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-4646577923758349334?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/4646577923758349334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=4646577923758349334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/4646577923758349334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/4646577923758349334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2008/12/hike-admission.html' title='Hike Admission'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-3828156007382535464</id><published>2008-12-22T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:50:12.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Influence?</title><content type='html'>Read a piece of news about a somewhat shocking and rare news which occurred in Malaysia recently. There wsa a movie produced locally, and one of the scenes involved two malay girls were suppose to lip-kissing each other, but you know, such production, and especially it is being made in a somewhat conservative country like Malaysia, the actresses were inevitably feeling shy about the requested scene by the director. Consequently, they just brushed both their lips for a short moment, for a few miliseconds I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the complete production, many potential spectators were anticipating that scene. Because of that tiny portion involved, many non-malay movie-goers became malay movie-goers out of the blue. According to the director of that mentioned movie, the intention of embedding such scene into the movie is because there are too many such realistic cases happening in this current sophisticated society. Lesbians are on the rise??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon it turned out to be very unfortunate for those viewers as well as the director, that particular scene eventually has to face the board of censorship, and accepted the cruelty of being cut off reluctantly. The scene was not shown in majority of the cinemas nationwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this further reminds me of something on one of the Saturdays recently. My sister was watching the tele one day in the morning, and the square box was showing some somewhat similar fighting scenes, you know, those scenes such as a hero who wears mask in his face and unleash their incredible power to fight against the monsters? Then somehow, the monsters would grow ridiculously bigger to an unbelievable extent where the size of the monster would now be even bigger than those skyscrapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those shows have became a traidition in Malaysia, particularly on Saturday, a conventional holiday for kids. And these shows are actually being broadcasted exclusively for those young viewers. Well, when I was small, friends, relatives and me were engaged in show like Power Rangers too, we were naive children back then, playing our very own self-made reality show, involved in some Power Rangers role-playing game and broke a few vases in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many year later, it is my little cousins' turn to continue our legacy in such role-playing game. Their turns to jump down bravely from the bed, hitting their own cousins with some worn-out racquets... And yet, this will not stop within this generation, it will just continue in eons to come, because this is like a stream of blood line which flows within us, thanks to our Censorship Board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-3828156007382535464?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/3828156007382535464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=3828156007382535464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3828156007382535464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/3828156007382535464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-influence.html' title='Bad Influence?'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-5641409371243569649</id><published>2008-12-16T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:38:54.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corruption Lifted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's always not an easy task to step forward and be a real leader, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what is more, be a leader to a country, which is an even challenging task. Part of the nation does not seemed to appreciate our current Prime Minister, and they often pointing fingers, condemning the fall of everything in our country, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blaming him for not implementing successful major projects, particularly comparing him to the previous PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost impossible to expect another twin tower in the making, it is somewhat an absurd demand from the people. Yes, the country could have been better off with more concrete development. Such development without a doubt would surely gain further reverence from other countries, re-building the reputation and modest image from the eagle eye of the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple quote from Kahlil Gibran tells that "Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart". I remembered reading a real life article, narrating a woman who once suffered from a kind of mental illness which is called "ugly phobia". She immediately transformed into a dafter whom often giving insane thoughts of herself being an ugly lady, but as a matter of fact, no one thinks that she looks ugly, instead,  she was a pretty girl in the eyes of public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mental illness which she was suffering from tormented her for ages, she was not even bold enough to lift her head and meet the eyes of everyone revolve around her, she wore sunglasses everytime when she was needed to walk out from her tiny flat unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she fell in love with a boy, but the silly thought struck her head again, telling her that an ugly duckling like her would not stand a chance at all. Her illness became even more serious to an extent that she could no longer bear the ugliness which she carried with, and decided to undergo plastic surgery, finger-crossing so hardly to grant herself a wish, which is to be the most beautiful flower in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a successful operation under the knive, she quickly turned into the most confident person in the world, she could face the public with a smile on her face. And most importantly, she decided to confess her feelings to the boy whom she admired for quite some time then. But unfortunately, the boy re-triggered the pain she had suffered for so long, rejected her sincere confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poor girl she was, thought that the reason being rejected was due to her own physical appearance, she thought that she was not pretty enough. In fact, that has got nothing to do with the rejection at all, the true reason was the boy could not get along with the attitude acquired by the girl. And what a poor girl that was, she commited suicide by jumping off a tall building, died eventually with a beauty face but an ugly thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A country's outer appearance is indeed important, but what stands out among all aspects is what has happened internally to that country. Can't you see that the number of corruption cases in our country is raised to a zenith level? To an extent that our country became so infamous because of it in the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, to some of you out there, please stop blasting irresponsible comments and judge senselessly towards the formation of MACC. MACC indeed is working fine, and most importantly effective enough to un-tarnish the ugliness within.&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/220625047443001962-5641409371243569649?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/5641409371243569649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=5641409371243569649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5641409371243569649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5641409371243569649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2008/12/corruption-lifted.html' title='Corruption Lifted'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-2598617870060459035</id><published>2008-12-11T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:55:04.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Five Questions</title><content type='html'>The Galaxy of The Stars, was a place where senior crew members who were wacky and grooving would host some talk shows and game shows. Our Assistant Cruise Director, Matthew Dason, was really a funny person to be with. He hosted several talk shows in The Galaxy of The Stars, and he indeed attracted a large numbers of customers coming forward to listen to his talk shows.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well... There was once he hosted in one of his shows, he revealed some questions asked by the customers. You know, when you live in a hotel, and when you experience any difficulties, you call the customer service department, and they would provide the best services and try their best to solve your problems, right? This was what our host tried to tell us, some of the funniest questions the customers ever asked during our trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;#1: Is the watermelon vegetarian? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;That was a silly question without a doubt. Mr. Matthew jokingly instructed the person who asked this, to ask the watermelon itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;#2: What time is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="9"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;9 o’clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="9"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;9 o’clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, of course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;#3: Is the water in the toilet bowl sea water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well... I did not really think this was a silly question though, well, look, where do the water came from as we were sailing in the middle of the sea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;#4: If you don’t mark the picture, how do you that the picture is mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well... When we came onboard, there were mascots standing in the terminal waiting for us and took some pictures with every one of us, but those pictures were for sale. Hmmm... Therefore there would be approximately 2000 plus photos, so how do you determine which photos are you in if you don’t mark the photos? As if we do not have faces huh ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;#5: Can you teach me the way to use the microwave? I put some bread into the microwave and played around with the switches, the breads were not baked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Look, there was a safe and security box in every single cabin, and a poor guy he was, the questioner thought that it was a microwave!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-2598617870060459035?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/2598617870060459035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=2598617870060459035' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2598617870060459035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/2598617870060459035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='The Big Five Questions'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-1141684539955258829</id><published>2008-12-11T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:56.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gala Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD-gFc9wdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/poab9P68QU4/s1600-h/P1050480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD-gFc9wdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/poab9P68QU4/s320/P1050480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278498590451155410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this trip, there was an inclusive special night where you need to get yourself registered in order not to miss all the fun, it was called the Gala Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD-fkf7EZI/AAAAAAAAADI/U2hpg_azITY/s1600-h/P1050445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD-fkf7EZI/AAAAAAAAADI/U2hpg_azITY/s320/P1050445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278498581605192082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Gala Night consists of firstly, “Gala Fashionista”, a fashion show featuring different Asian Traditional Costumes with a Parisian catwalk style finale. “Kid’s Gala Night” was an event for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD-gQfnPVI/AAAAAAAAADg/ighY4MbJqZc/s1600-h/P1050471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD-gQfnPVI/AAAAAAAAADg/ighY4MbJqZc/s320/P1050471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278498593415052626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;“Captain Gala Cocktail” was the event which I loved the most, everyone who registered for the exclusive evening were invited to Grand Piazza, a ballroom-like venue where waitresses were walking around with cocktails, beers, red wines and juices on a plate. Those who were registered, could just go around the hall, picking drinks up, socializing, chit-chatting, and the dress code had to be semi-casual, every one dressed up so beautifully, with tantalizing music flowing in the air. Oh, I just love this so much! If there were people waltzing in the hall would be perfect enough! I even told my mother how I enjoyed those moments on the spot. And I received a somewhat serious answer from my mom, saying that if I’m happen to be so lucky to get married in the future with my beloved one, another “Captain Gala Cocktail”, with the ballroom dancing, or course, will be held for my wedding. Well... I did not trust my mother anyhow; just imagine how much money you got to pump in for such event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD-fY1JOeI/AAAAAAAAADA/gFlt93KjqS0/s1600-h/P1050434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD-fY1JOeI/AAAAAAAAADA/gFlt93KjqS0/s320/P1050434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278498578472974818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;                                                Captain &amp;amp; the senior management crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD-gC0QZkI/AAAAAAAAADY/slhhQmSXSTA/s1600-h/P1050506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD-gC0QZkI/AAAAAAAAADY/slhhQmSXSTA/s320/P1050506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278498589743539778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The Gala event of the night was the “Gala Dinner”. We registered ourselves at Bella Vista, and we had our grand dinner together with the Captain onboard, Jan Blomqvist from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Finland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; along with several senior management crews. A really grand dinner that was, we were served with alluring western dishes and a pianist was playing sweet melodies in the restaurant. Appetizers, main course, as well as the desserts were so delicately displayed and appealing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-1141684539955258829?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/1141684539955258829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=1141684539955258829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1141684539955258829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/1141684539955258829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2008/12/gala-night.html' title='Gala Night'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD-gFc9wdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/poab9P68QU4/s72-c/P1050480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-5827080503290419469</id><published>2008-12-11T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:43:06.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lido Theatre : Sea Of Musicals</title><content type='html'>Musical performances have never quit throughout the ages of my life, and The Lido is my favourite place of all in the ship. Dazzling performances by handsome, pretty and sexy &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ukraine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; as well as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Belarus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; performers, and heart-thumping performances by acrobats all the way from Guang Xi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, certainly caught the eyes of the audiences with mouth wide opened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;First Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;On the first day, Star Cruise presents ‘The Musicians of Bremen’. It was a modern day musical comedy by the Grimm Brothers about animals: the donkey, the hound, the cat and the cock, who travel to the two town of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Bremen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; to become the town musicians. The story weaves around Troubadour, who meets the four musicians who joins him on his adventure. Love is in the air when Troubadour falls for a beautiful Princess who runs away from The Palace seeking for new adventures with the group. When I saw the description of the story, immediately I recalled the fairy tale which I came to know of when I was still a toddler. It was a fairy tale, but the performance was like those which were held in the Broadway. Snapping pictures from this performance was prohibited as professionals were involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Second Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD6jo29USI/AAAAAAAAACI/SBdqPskQE-Y/s1600-h/P1050314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD6jo29USI/AAAAAAAAACI/SBdqPskQE-Y/s320/P1050314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278494253448515874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The stage performance of the day was ‘Movie Fantasia’. Crew members, other than serving their customers on-board, they were also performing for the customers! ‘Movie Fantasia’, according to the Assistant Cruise Director, was the first ever performance by the crew members, and they have been trained for months for this performance. Oh, how fortunate we were to have watched this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;‘Movie Fantasia’ is a performance where bits and pieces of movies combined together in one fabulous show. Pictures snapping and video recording are highly recommended for this one, to promote the cruise, perhaps? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;A sudden familiar music revolved around The Lido, it was the remix version of “Lady Marmalade”, and crew onboard wore dazzling suits and costumes, dancing their hearts out like in a fiesta. “Moulin Rouge!” it is! "Sparkling Diamonds" then filled the hall with great fun sensations. Next up, “Rhythm of the Night (Moulin Rouge version)” by Valerie sounded even catchier when the performers correlated their movements with the music. Followed by the silly yet entertaining “Can Can Song”, the audiences were simply wow-ed away by the crew members. Suddenly, the fast tracks faded away slowly, exchanged with existence of the bittersweet melody, “Come What May”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD6j7KxEhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lbBha3gwep0/s1600-h/P1050315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD6j7KxEhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lbBha3gwep0/s320/P1050315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278494258363437586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Curtain closed for the next “movie”, several hunks stood in the middle of the stage, “Step Up” is on the stage! Guys with caps on their heads, girls with light outfits were street-dancing fabulously. When you thought that this version of “Step Up” was made up only by the trained crew members, two professional acrobatic individuals from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; appeared and displayed heart thumping acrobats, adding some icing on the cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD6j6S6SNI/AAAAAAAAACY/e71jwUysMSw/s1600-h/P1050324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD6j6S6SNI/AAAAAAAAACY/e71jwUysMSw/s320/P1050324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278494258129160402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Next up, “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon” showed up with.... Umm, an ugly big puppet in my opinion. That puppet was displaying some kung-fu styles in the middle of the stage with lame tricks. Perhaps that was part of the strategies to impress the children. Along came with voices of another beautiful Chinese crew member singing the soundtrack of that movie, originally by Coco Lee. When you thought that the next “movie” was on its way, amazingly, our cruise director, Zelda slowly walked into the heart of the stage and sang us “Ju Hua Tai”, originally by Jay Chow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD6kBjiKSI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ry-BeRJWEf0/s1600-h/P1050329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD6kBjiKSI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ry-BeRJWEf0/s320/P1050329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278494260077930786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Out of the blue, the stage was like devoured by an evil spirit, eerie voices and melodies were chanted. Though the voice seemed a little bit creepy, but it sounded familiar enough for me to identify the upcoming “movie”. Ahoy, mates! “Pirates of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;” is in the house! Captain Jack Sparrow emerged from the crowd, trying hard to impress us. Another puppet came from the backstage; it was a pirate puppet this time, as though it had formed a tacit agreement with other performers, this one performed fine. The pirates cruised themselves down into the crowd of audiences and grabbed one of them onto the stage. I did not know what happened to that spectator after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD6kqnEFgI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZiDyPrMGltI/s1600-h/P1050335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD6kqnEFgI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZiDyPrMGltI/s320/P1050335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278494271098590722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Catchy tunes were heard, sounded like Abba came to pay a visit to the cruise. “Mamma Mia!” was the next show held on stage! Three hunks in sparkling costumes along with three pretty ladies were dancing and singing Abba themes such as the famous “Mamma Mia”, “Dancing Queen” together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD8EP2iRiI/AAAAAAAAACw/-OF5gM8HAAc/s1600-h/P1050340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD8EP2iRiI/AAAAAAAAACw/-OF5gM8HAAc/s320/P1050340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278495913183168034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;“The Gypsy” came straight after that. An obvious man-disguised fat lady with “sexy costumes” walked out under the spot light, making some noises with “her” trumpet. “She” shook “her” booty so hilariously, as if laughing gases came out from “her” booty. Along the way, there came another two men-disguised ladies shook their booties. I really liked this one, it was so horribly funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD8EROG3bI/AAAAAAAAAC4/weMRskh8Rss/s1600-h/P1050353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD8EROG3bI/AAAAAAAAAC4/weMRskh8Rss/s320/P1050353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278495913550470578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Then, the last “movie” came on stage. I did not know what movie theme that was; it seemed to be a famous Hindi Movie. Dancers were all in their saris and sleeveless shirts. A Chinese crew member danced so funnily as my sister kept asking me to look at him. Well, come to think of it, occasionally I danced the same way as he did too. Ugh... forget about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Third Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The last performance we saw in The Lido was “Sports Unlimited”. Interesting theme with great performances by the Olympic medallists and acrobatic personnel exhilarated the auditorium. The performers did many incredible stunts which if their lives could not be spared should they failed to correlate for a millisecond. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-5827080503290419469?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/5827080503290419469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=5827080503290419469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5827080503290419469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5827080503290419469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2008/12/lido-theatre-sea-of-musicals.html' title='The Lido Theatre : Sea Of Musicals'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD6jo29USI/AAAAAAAAACI/SBdqPskQE-Y/s72-c/P1050314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-6295834371915281581</id><published>2008-12-11T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:05:40.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ship Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD36f4XmGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TNmpxS957Qg/s1600-h/P1050295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD36f4XmGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TNmpxS957Qg/s320/P1050295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278491347640621154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my parents had been in the cruise before, but of course, another ship tour is essential. Therefore, we joined the ship tour as our first activity, led by one of the crew members, Patrick, a typical “banana” but with an untypical smooth Mandarin accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD2hQZJHcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9nveMTvJmRA/s1600-h/P1050135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD2hQZJHcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9nveMTvJmRA/s320/P1050135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278489814474759618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Superstar Virgo, comparatively with her fellow sister zodiac ships, is the largest ship with the longest length, and the widest width, the most number of cabins available, the highest numbers of decks, and of course this ship could sustain the most number of passengers on-board. There were approximately 2300 passengers during this trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD35iOayxI/AAAAAAAAABo/d8kANiuiJkE/s1600-h/P1050107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD35iOayxI/AAAAAAAAABo/d8kANiuiJkE/s320/P1050107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278491331090107154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;All the star cruises are under Genting Corporation, of course, lack of a casino within the cruise is like a prohibition! For gamblers, Oasis is the place for them to deal with their inner lusts. Bingo with Jackpot prizes worth millions of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; dollars are often can be heard in the announcement Hands of customers often were itched with such announcement echoed throughout the ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD36KvGh7I/AAAAAAAAABw/zhZF6QpR2XI/s1600-h/P1050121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD36KvGh7I/AAAAAAAAABw/zhZF6QpR2XI/s320/P1050121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278491341964609458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;There were so many well-prepared facilities in the ship, including a Virgo Medical Centre, The Picture House which offers a few of the latest movies to the customers, Starlight Video Arcade for street game fanatics, Universal Gym to train your 6-packed abs, Charlie’s Child Care Centre, The Library for book lovers, Activity Centre which offers various board games including mahjong as well as offering Internet service but at a ridiculous price per minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Other than that, Parthenon Pool for kids as well as offers free Jacuzzi services to the customers, Apollo Spa for guests 18 years of age and above only, Grand Piazza which holds sizzling functions, variety kind of cafes available in the likes of Bellini (Champagne Bar), Gelato Ice Cream &amp;amp; Juice Café (for ice cream goers), and Taverna Bar. Other moderate charged restaurants are Blue Lagoon (An Asian Bistro), Palazzo (An Italian Bistro), Samurai (A Japanese Restaurant), Noble House (A Chinese Restaurant), The Taj (Buffet full with Indian Cuisine), and Taverna (International snacks).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Besides eateries, entertainment venues such as Out of Africa Karaoke, Out of Africa Pub, and Celebrity Disco &amp;amp; KTV lounge are available, but of course, with moderate charges. There was also a customers’ favourite place of all time, The Galaxy of The Stars, where crew members and director would often host talk shows and game shows over there. And how would we left the famous stage exists in The Lido? The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; is a place where dancers and actors strut their stuffs to impress their audiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD36bWY4kI/AAAAAAAAACA/Y3sgi628wJA/s1600-h/P1050309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD36bWY4kI/AAAAAAAAACA/Y3sgi628wJA/s320/P1050309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278491346424357442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;For shophaholics, and I’m referring to real shophaholics with mounted moneys in their pockets here, various branded items are up for grabs in the Star Cruise Boutique as well as some of the duty free shops in the ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Several decks from the top offer you with panoramic views of the ocean. One of the famous places was Amphitheatre, a place where you could see the wide ocean like you’ve never seen before. Apart from engaging in the blue blue sea, Amphitheatre also offers some sport activities to the customers, such as one of my favourite sports, table tennis. There was also a mini golf course, a basketball court, as well as a tennis court on the top deck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;These are about all the famous and all-time high rated places by the customers in this famous thirteen-deck Superstar Virgo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-6295834371915281581?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/6295834371915281581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=6295834371915281581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6295834371915281581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/6295834371915281581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2008/12/ship-tour.html' title='Ship Tour'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD36f4XmGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TNmpxS957Qg/s72-c/P1050295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-5296649308944279164</id><published>2008-12-11T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:12:09.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruising Aboard</title><content type='html'>Many years ago, there was a moment where my parents went for a cruising trip. My mother was very lucky to have a generous boss then, for her boss organized a company trip where Superstar Virgo was the venue they decided for that trip. My parents came back with numerous beautiful pictures; their three little children were drooling looking at those photos. The famous three golden horses which stood in awe magnetized and formed a strong urge within me to reach out for that cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years after that, it was high time for us to make our dreams realized. I have to particularly thank my grandparents for that, if it weren’t for them, the dream to step into the cruise would never be granted so soon. But well, I want to thank my parents for that too, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get into that cruise, we had to arrive at Singapore’s Harbourfront. Aeroline, a double decker bus, was our choice to get to Singapore. Aeroline has a lounge located in the bottom deck of the bus, how cool is that? But the lounge was so much tinier than the one appeared in my mind though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUDynko2z7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Vu_7vel3M6o/s1600-h/P1050015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUDynko2z7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Vu_7vel3M6o/s320/P1050015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278485524942081970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The above is the lounge in Aeroline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 hours passed, and we arrived at our destination. Looking out into the sky, you could see the big words “Super Virgo”, placed up in the sky, and these words were attached to a magnificent white-in-colour, and meticulously crafted huge particle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUDzpzFt4wI/AAAAAAAAABA/25oRuPhbdUc/s1600-h/P1050061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUDzpzFt4wI/AAAAAAAAABA/25oRuPhbdUc/s320/P1050061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278486662692594434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was our turn to walk into the terminal which links to the cruise, there were many mascots around, as well as delicate dancers standing in the midst of the route and greeted us, taking pictures with us. We felt so good for their warmth welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles can always be seen in the faces of the crew members, I never see any of them frown or anything, all of them were simply so likened by their customers! Bravo for them in that! Many of the crew members were from China and Singapore, professionalisms were absolutely well-trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabins which we were live in consist of four beds, with 20 television channels to choose from, kids particularly like my sisters, would never be bored hanging around with Disney characters, as I engaged in CNN news as well as sports channel, Chinese soap operas were readily tuned in for both of my grandparents and my mother, and my dad... Hmm.. I don’t know what he watched though, he prefer serious meetings with the Sleeping God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we think of a way to fill our empty stomach or just for some bites and crunches on food, these are the only restaurants where we look for, as they were the only inclusive restaurants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mediterranean Buffet/ Terrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD1IkaPhmI/AAAAAAAAABI/gTRKGlbAJRI/s1600-h/P1050098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD1IkaPhmI/AAAAAAAAABI/gTRKGlbAJRI/s320/P1050098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278488290839725666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an inclusive buffet, a place where we consume our food daily, and all of us were like getting bored of its food. But what can we do, this is one of the three inclusive restaurants which are available. Others were posh restaurants which were charged with exclusive price per head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bella Vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD1JJQ2ypI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SzIl93WYa2I/s1600-h/P1050188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD1JJQ2ypI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SzIl93WYa2I/s320/P1050188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278488300732467858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella Vista has very well decorated and nice surroundings, one of the nicest I’ve seen in my life I should say. Monuments and big masterpiece portraits were hanging around the walls. Huge windows with illuminate glasses can be seen every time you turn your head and looking out to take a glance at the beautiful ocean. The restaurant is served with typical western dishes which my grandmother did not keen on it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pavillion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD1JB8Qz4I/AAAAAAAAABY/hJXoLx6nry4/s1600-h/P1050301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUD1JB8Qz4I/AAAAAAAAABY/hJXoLx6nry4/s320/P1050301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278488298767044482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Chinese gathered around in this particular restaurant and enjoyed Chinese dishes. The dishes were fixed at each meal, so you don’t have to worry about the food selection. Everything dish is arranged for you, there would be approximately 5 Chinese dishes served for each meal. In addition, you can always refill the dish which does not seem to get enough for no additional charge. So every time we left the restaurant after each meal, it would be as if we just ate and did not pay a single cent for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-5296649308944279164?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/5296649308944279164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=5296649308944279164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5296649308944279164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/5296649308944279164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2008/12/cruising-aboard.html' title='Cruising Aboard'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/SUDynko2z7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Vu_7vel3M6o/s72-c/P1050015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-71300804787813513</id><published>2008-12-04T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:41:06.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skates &amp; Sparks</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that my sister is not a sociable person like any of her friends out there who keen on hanging out. After her major examination (SPM), she needed some time to enjoy herself, to celebrate her one phase of accomplishment in life. But somehow, when her friends invited her to throw a party in a mall or something, she denied her own will and turned down the offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Therefore, I guess, that’s one of the many reasons I was being dragged by my sister to make her company today to Sunway Pyramid. I was not really willing to join her though as I have tons of my own business to deal with lately, but then since she was yearning to go and was so exhilarating when speaking about ice-skating, so I thought I should be a nice big brother once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Thus, we stepped into the territory of the Egyptians at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="12" minute="0"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;. After watching a movie about a dog and having a luncheon, we were all set to go for an ice-skating session. Ridiculously as you may say, this was the first time I went ice-skating in my entire life. Though I’ve live for so many years in an area where the Ice Atrium is just located a few kilometres from my house, I never get my feet into the boots of blades. But today, the first exposure of feeling the edgy sport, emerged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Wonder how I fared in the icy field? After I tried so hard getting into the field, many incidents occurred in front of my own eyes, there were so many patterns and styles of falling, some fell terribly, there were people who giggled, there were also people who laughed so exaggeratingly at those who fell without any sense of mercy. I stuck myself onto the wall, like a starfish leaning hard on an oyster. Step by step, I moved my legs slowly, right foot forward, left foot followed next. That was great, the rhythm felt just right. Gradually, my hands left the wall untouched; all the nerves directed me to leave the wall alone. Naturally, I was able to at least walk like a penguin living in the North Pole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Two hours passed, BeNC the penguin is still walking weirdly on the field. Suddenly, a session for practitioners was announced. The trainers then had occupied a small portion of area for their trainees, and this led to a quarter parts of the walls unused. Fortunately, I learned the way to at least walk on blades before the session started, but I felt sorry for those who just joined the circus as they must hold on tight to the wall from preventing people scoffing at them. Therefore, some people left the place because of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But I was like, “I’ve mastered the art of penguin-walking, so what is there left for me to afraid of?” My sister, who had challenged the sport months ago, suggested that we skate around the field, but without the reliance of wall. I coolly agreed with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;First round, no problem at all, it was like a piece of cake! I felt like a person who just took on the world, I mean, can there be a person who does not happen to fall in his first attempt in ice-skating? Well... Alright, alright, there can be individuals achieve that, but it should be very rare, shouldn’t it? I mean, perhaps it will be like about... umm.. One in fifty, maybe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;After the first round, time was running out, and I suggested to my sister that we are supposed to leave the North Pole and proceed back to our Great Sahara soon. But then my sister was so thrilled with it although this was already her third attempt in ice-skating, and requested for one last round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;What’s the big deal? I just agreed to have one last round of slow penguin walk. While I was doing the last round of grand tour on the icy field, I was so happy that I managed to walk on the slippery floor with just two clinical pieces of metal scraps under my feet. At the front view, there were delirious people skating wildly around the field, professionals indeed. When I reached a spot nearby the training area, somehow, my right foot couldn’t strike a balance, out of the blue, my left foot reacted involuntarily, stepping vigorously to the front in order to maintain the balance, but it seemed to be adding more complications to the situation, my unbalanced right foot then march forward without my intentional instruction again, and this resulting an awkward fall, a BIG one. I could say that was the biggest fall of the day, I didn’t see anyone fell that way. In what way you asked? It was like a person stepped accidentally on the skin of banana and fell so dramatically with his back landed on the ground first. It was not just that, to top it all, my spectacles was slung backward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Oh gosh... What a magnificent fall that was... And I thought I would not fall in my first attempt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-71300804787813513?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/71300804787813513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=71300804787813513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/71300804787813513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/71300804787813513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2008/12/skates-sparks.html' title='Skates &amp; Sparks'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-4206301156856733662</id><published>2008-12-03T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:50:23.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Controllable Reduction</title><content type='html'>The global crude price is going down drastically in these recent days, this is certainly one piece of the good news which we could take heart from, since there are so many unhappy events and incidents occurred globally as well as throughout nationwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia used to subsidies the price of petrol to a great extent previously. Just imagine, the government used to do a very good deed as in selling the petrol for only RM1.60 per liter, how cool is that!! Well... since the price of crude oil plunged to a newer record today, our government decided to further reduce the price of petrol for 10 cents, which is the 6th reduction ever since the skyrocketed increment of the price initially. And, very fortunately, the government is planning on for the 7th reduction very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are points to be pondered though... If the decreasing inclination continues, so, theoretically, our government will keep on doing the same thing, reducing the price of petrol. But is this really a good thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the price of the petrol shoots up suddenly? Will trepidation aroused among the nation? Should the price increases again, the government would probably increase the price of petrol again by a few more cents. When the global crude oil price plunge again, decreasing of petrol price, is once again implemented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the government make a static position for the petrol price, and use the financial resources to develop other useful alternatives such as biofuel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-4206301156856733662?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/4206301156856733662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=4206301156856733662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/4206301156856733662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/4206301156856733662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2008/12/controllable-reduction.html' title='Controllable Reduction'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220625047443001962.post-554820155335057995</id><published>2008-11-30T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:00:28.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrorism</title><content type='html'>Mumbai, India, the next unexpected city which targeted by the terrorists. This incident further reminds world residents like you and me that, no place is safe anymore. Anywhere you go, everywhere you would be, given that you're staying in your home soil, nothing guarantee your safety no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United States of America, a week ago, was reported that killing another pivotal figure that was involved in terrorism by launching some US missiles. This incident might outrage the terrorists and thus rendering them to hold grudges toward the United States. Terrorists might have been planning on more attacks but it could have been happening later or might be resolved if not further provoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of people sacrificed has grown to a number reaching at about 195, and that is certainly heart-aching to see. Obvious threatening has been made from the terrorists to the United States, they pledged to take down America no matter what. Local dwellers as well as foreigners, including one British millionaire, Andreas Liveras, lost their lives just like that, without a clear reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems to be the rekindled war between the United States and Iraq. And this is most likely to be the first round in this rekindled war, and it took place in India, so which will the next country for maybe a second round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope that the war comes to a pleasant but sudden halt instead of second round or whatsoever to appear in the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220625047443001962-554820155335057995?l=benczy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/feeds/554820155335057995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220625047443001962&amp;postID=554820155335057995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/554820155335057995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220625047443001962/posts/default/554820155335057995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benczy.blogspot.com/2008/11/terrorism.html' title='Terrorism'/><author><name>BeNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919144642646113236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GcEyGjOp2s/STKfAxOHNNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAIu1p57xr0/s1600-R/istockphoto_5591748-freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
