tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60819622011-06-06T04:07:11.983-07:00Of truth and errorbenbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1150542369984328932006-06-17T04:05:00.000-07:002006-06-17T04:06:10.003-07:00Pacing YourselfByBlackjack David SapolisBack when I was very young, I fell in love with the game of pool. I would practice diligently, perfecting my craft, hoping that someday I could compete with the better players in my area. I would sneak across the river to New York City and check out the great straight pool players. I idolized the greats like Lassiter, Murphy, and Crane. Very early I benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1145357534041132542006-04-18T03:50:00.000-07:002006-04-18T03:52:14.050-07:00live by faith.benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1140326849231670852006-02-18T21:26:00.000-08:002006-02-18T21:27:29.243-08:00a $82 breakfastsimply marvelous.benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1139732015421008722006-02-12T00:03:00.000-08:002006-02-12T00:13:35.433-08:00Euphoria a moment,sadness the next.A glimpse of hope,so small the size of a human cell,that i yearn one day it'd become a miracle.No,maybe it wasn't meant to be so.Stop dreaming,it has ended.benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1138574713326691392006-01-29T14:27:00.000-08:002006-01-29T14:45:13.386-08:00To love and heal,live for today,for there is no tommorow and yesterday never was.benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1137893689810477292006-01-21T17:34:00.000-08:002006-01-21T17:34:49.820-08:00allan's bbq yest.it was great.i need more time.god grant me pleasebenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1135567042241374952005-12-26T11:09:00.000-08:002005-12-25T19:30:18.056-08:00PACKEDmy last entry just got deleted.Life has been packed.I mean PACKED,with all the stuffs i've been wanting to do,yet not what i need to do.packed with going out,shopping,meeting old friendspacked with guitar,soccer,training,betting(Analysing and Watching)packed with pool,chalets,stayovers,driving,night time prata-ingpacked with walks and talks,clubbings,movies,Korea-ingWhat a 2-month benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1135264642585362052005-12-22T07:16:00.000-08:002005-12-22T07:17:22.600-08:00Untitled - Simple PlanI open my eyes I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light I can't remember how I can't remember why I'm lying here tonight And I can't stand the pain And I can't make it go away No I can't stand the pain Chorus: How could this happen to me I've made my mistakes Got no where to run The night goes on And I'm fading away I'm sick of this life I just wanna scream How could benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1134374422216537772005-12-11T23:57:00.000-08:002005-12-12T00:14:57.936-08:00It’s late at nightIt always is when I write,When I am aloneWith nothing but my thoughts to keep me company,My thoughts and the darkness of the nightThis is the first time I had ever writtenWritten from the heartAbout a love I could never haveBut that I could never go withoutThis is whenI knew it was you.But unfortunately for me,It seems that I am destined to be alone.i give you my all "The benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1132122390289932932005-11-15T22:12:00.000-08:002005-11-15T22:31:53.653-08:00Your $3.95 cents worthAhhh, savor that moment,the zesty,spicy sweet smelling,enters the passageway into your stomachSweet yet salty,it enthralls your taste buds.MMMmmmmMMmmmMMmMMmmmmmM,thirsty for more,you hungrily crave for another take.Again your mouth makes way,the tingling sensation once more,this time with a little exception.Your tongue,it curls instinctively in satisfaction,benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1131677035791339752005-11-10T18:38:00.000-08:002005-11-10T18:43:55.816-08:00Why?Why do i have to be so sticky and sound like a desperate to you each time?Why do i have to sound like a busybody when my intentions are good, and that i really want to help you?Why do i feel jealous at times that you are around with other guys?Why do i usually think of what you are doing when you had said it was none of my business?Why do i always care for your safety first when you are not benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1130673690616198172005-10-30T04:01:00.000-08:002005-10-30T04:05:01.070-08:00 You scored as Romanticist. Romanticism encourages society to look backwards to find our solutions. Your rationale is that things were much better a few hundred years ago so we should thus look back to those times and replace them in our modern society. You believe in a simple life and that the complexities of the modern world have turned it upside down.Cultural Creative81%Romanticist81%benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1130239643330439262005-10-25T04:25:00.000-07:002005-10-25T05:56:29.356-07:00I am..I am the son whom you thought was always independent,but had depended on you so much the past seventeen years.I am the son who is lazy and does not pack his own bedsheets when he wakes up in the morning.I am the son who whined the most, got everything he wanted, the way he wanted yet not contented with his life.I am the son who has been much of an ingrate.I am the child who is still young benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1129798699854098182005-10-20T01:50:00.000-07:002005-10-20T01:59:31.490-07:00 imagine one day when you're on the brink of promotion ,and you decide from that moment in your life you want to devote more time in your work.Your wife asks the magic question, "Hubby, I want..." So Singapore isn't it?? I dont want to end up like this... least the laptop to be a box of condoms. Kopped from Blogggosphere web http://tomorrow.sg benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1129037893794690792005-10-11T06:35:00.000-07:002005-10-11T06:38:13.800-07:00For those who do nt know what i'm uttering here, it's some bullshit.Bear with it.no.1 Deal with it!no.2 Expect the best and only the bestno.3 Correct impressionno.4 No more kiddy kiddybenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1129036201997043412005-10-11T06:09:00.000-07:002005-10-11T06:10:02.003-07:00Go bang yourself in the head, Ben.benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1128876148738536592005-10-09T09:40:00.000-07:002005-10-09T09:42:28.743-07:00I’m sometimes white and always wrongI can break a heart and hurt the strongI can build love and tear it downI can make a smile but more often a frown.What/who am i?PS: tag your ans on my tagboard.i wld be excited to know what you're thinking :)benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1128347384336080922005-10-03T06:49:00.000-07:002005-10-03T08:05:53.716-07:00PROMOSHi and a welcome to those people who frequent my site, and for those drifters who pass once in a while. It had been a busy week ,with all the stuffs happening around. And much to my surprise, I knew only that promos are a week ahead, a week before it had started. HA. Well, what can you say for someone who fools around and doesn’t care much for his work all the time? A week passed and the benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1126623957468372862005-09-13T08:02:00.000-07:002005-09-13T22:12:29.166-07:00LoveWhat is love?Can words express it?Or is it to be questioned in the first place?No one means to fall in love,It happens naturallyFor this i say,Search not love, for love finds you at your doorstepWhether you like it or not,Someday, sometime, you will learn this,For most it breaks their hearts,For some it will change their lives,And for some it will make their day.benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1122794221003500212005-07-31T00:08:00.000-07:002005-07-31T00:17:01.006-07:00Waking UpI awake from my comfortable and cozy bed, my arms and legs still plodding over the thick sheets of silk blanket.The sweet, yet sour dreams the night before had completely enthralled me, as if an unknown disease beguiled me of my strength.Unable to find that extra bit of energy to break free,I sank back into the depths of my idyllic realm,and soon become master of the virtual world.So benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1122386390380497372005-07-26T06:16:00.000-07:002005-07-26T06:59:50.393-07:00Change (II) and if you ever leaf through thisApologies,for what change may seem to be,it is actually caused by external factors which prompts us to lay aside our contemporary practices and seek new ways.For it occurred to me that the past few months have been in a delusion,a life without purpose...a person without his identity.Well, it has ended, awfully or joyfully, i seek now more truth in the benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1121950694476526182005-07-21T04:21:00.000-07:002005-07-21T05:58:14.520-07:00ChangeCan you make others change?the answer, of course , is no.you cannot make someone change.People will only change when they're ready.Even external forces causes you only temporary change. So,i say, for how true it may be,we should not force change.we should not fight it,but instead let go of it.. it is easier said than done, as each and every of us have a natural tendency to stick to what we benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1121783298554769332005-07-19T06:51:00.000-07:002005-07-19T07:28:18.573-07:00hi again, back at home now and rested til 10pm.phew,what a day it is today,skipped english and almost chinese.. dont know if i should.Anyway, i dont have much to say here.. except here's a little excerpt from another blog."Lve constantly tests us for our level of commitment. As simple as this may sound it is the one ingredient that separates the winners from the losers. The one skill that winnersbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1121514281136862862005-07-16T04:34:00.000-07:002005-07-16T04:44:41.140-07:00Guess what, i saw mr touhari, e ex tanjong pagar coach ,during soccer training today.hah, small world heh...he agreed to coach us sometime... and that's fantastic! finally,we can improve.yet again,everything comes with a price,you gain something u lose something,my usual ankle sprain again... and now it's my arm and back.WTH man, it sucks. tmr training again,then monday trial... phew.benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1121445800199613212005-07-15T09:32:00.000-07:002005-07-15T09:43:20.203-07:00Garage concert.It was fun, especially the live music..wow, an eye opener.For all those who didn't come today,joey,zkent,lp,yiwen and cerlyn... i think it's a bit wasted.Other than the music and food,we also had some nice hosts.Hah,Geraldine or something?? sorrry i didn't ask your name,but i had a really nice talk with you about life just now,u kept asking questions which make me wanna reflect so benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081962.post-1121340233616812442005-07-14T04:13:00.000-07:002005-07-14T04:23:53.623-07:00hmmmm. first time here.forgive me if so anything wrong happens later.:)well, well, well, im just a student here.living right in the heart of singapore and only started blogging after my close compatriot,joey asked me to do one too.i don't know what purpose does a blog really convey here, but i'll do my best to write out whatever i want,and what i feel now.k, first of all, school...yet until benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500894227350304672noreply@blogger.com0