<?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-1198848611424591546</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:35:26.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own wOrld</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennykhor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198848611424591546/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennykhor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356208548755739917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198848611424591546.post-4274134503013312826</id><published>2008-04-21T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:12:02.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It ends</title><content type='html'>The second day i finish my exam since Saturday. All i can feel is boring staying at home doing nothing but to help my parent clean up the house and tide up all the office stuff. I had started to miss my college life. Hanging out together..making circle after class and chat without purpose. While i am sitting in front of the computer and looking at the picture we took in college. I still couldn't believe that i will going to leave all the things here and further my studies somewhere else. All the sweet and excited memories i got from all my friends in inti. Still remember that the 1st day we went to class, every one seem like so "kuai kia". Always write down the notes paying hundred and one percent to concentrate to the lecture. Although there are only 16 person by that time, but every one keep sticking to their own group, Clubbing group, Dotaing group and also Studying group. This must be crazy ..how come 16 person can be form up so many group..LOL~ this is why we name ourselves stim stim CFP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iHIVk5isU4/SAyYhuUYsmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PPJpf8mLqsk/s1600-h/30-05-07_2206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iHIVk5isU4/SAyYhuUYsmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PPJpf8mLqsk/s320/30-05-07_2206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191692175587979874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People really think that we are "kuai kia"suddenly we become the club-er  in the class.  Cillout became one of our home and hostel become a place for us to take a rest while we are having break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iHIVk5isU4/SAyXUuUYslI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lGm7U1B7bpE/s1600-h/Image207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iHIVk5isU4/SAyXUuUYslI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lGm7U1B7bpE/s320/Image207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191690852738052690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Four of us from the Clubbing group gather around in Mcdonald doing our 1st presentation of management and the 1st time we have to interview lillian's father. That was really nervous. But  after the 1st sem our member begin to get less even Kelvin decide to leave us and study fashion in Singapore. Although he seem like so gay, but still he is nice to everyone. Where to find such a good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iHIVk5isU4/SAyajeUYsnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/urfTg3qPw5Q/s1600-h/Photo-0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iHIVk5isU4/SAyajeUYsnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/urfTg3qPw5Q/s320/Photo-0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191694404676006514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since the member are getting less and new group are been built up. The group that like to make fun with other's car and it make me think of poor apple. Her car really entertain us alot. Guess whos car is it??lol...gywen's car..the only blue gen2 in our college. Want to know whether she is absent..js take a look where her car is.haha..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iHIVk5isU4/SAyb0-UYsoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kvgmgWlICOI/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iHIVk5isU4/SAyb0-UYsoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kvgmgWlICOI/s320/DSC00582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191695804835345026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More and more crazy thing had been done. We even go to shopping at tesco and cook ourselves some dinner in mao house. LOL ..this two dude are enjoying their shopping while other customer in tesco are enjoy watching 2 kids playing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies and nothing can be keep except the picture we took. Gladly we spent out last night gather in glo..and cheng soon 1st time clubbing experience had give to us.LOL ..now he is so gian and want to go clubing ady...haiz&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/1198848611424591546-4274134503013312826?l=bennykhor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennykhor.blogspot.com/feeds/4274134503013312826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198848611424591546&amp;postID=4274134503013312826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198848611424591546/posts/default/4274134503013312826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198848611424591546/posts/default/4274134503013312826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennykhor.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-ends.html' title='It ends'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356208548755739917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iHIVk5isU4/SAyYhuUYsmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PPJpf8mLqsk/s72-c/30-05-07_2206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198848611424591546.post-7833049412770985490</id><published>2008-04-11T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:40:20.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                The same old things happen..I cant sleep through the night and there are tons of things keep repeating in my mind. I woke up at 5 but doing nothing just staring at the laptop and listening to song trying to make myself cool down from the pressure. Without notice is was 8 am already, i try to rest a while but seem like nothing do changed. This is the day I finaly have my exam ..to make myself to feel save, i decide to go school earlier today to study again. For sure i know it was the 4th time i read through the MPW text book, and that book nearly cover up by the highlight ink but still i dont really know what i had learn. Although i know that i just need to get 10 more marks to pass my subject still i dont really have confidence at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;               Nothing really helps to make the things better but i still need to go school and try my best to make the 5th time revision before i go for my exam. Repeated the same things i been studying through again and again. I think there is nothing left for me to memories anymore. I start to lost the target i study for and feel boring because of alone in school..i promise myself if there is next time i wont come to school this early again and feel the boredness alone..it feel really sxck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;               Now seating in front of the computer and try to finish this blog..if not i really dont know what to do anymore. haha..xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198848611424591546-7833049412770985490?l=bennykhor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennykhor.blogspot.com/feeds/7833049412770985490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198848611424591546&amp;postID=7833049412770985490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198848611424591546/posts/default/7833049412770985490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198848611424591546/posts/default/7833049412770985490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennykhor.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-day.html' title='This is the day'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356208548755739917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198848611424591546.post-1891679558544955719</id><published>2008-04-10T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:59:54.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What @ day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The alarm of my handphone not yet rang but i  already sit on my bed waiting  for the sunrise. It was a bad night for me and I keep woke up in the middle of the night though that it was morning. I can start to feel the pressure of the exam is like making fun of my mental. It sound like i feel very guilty because of last night i did not study at all. This day i decide to woke up earlier than ever but still not yet enough time to make myself a breakfast to save my stomach. By bringing my pity stomach i went to school in a shot time by driving my wife"kenari" She sure sound like so powerful today or is it i think to much??who cares as long as i get to school earlier. I drive in to the new building with the hope to find a nice and cooler place. Luck is stand by me today , there are a dozen empty  parking place waiting for me..without any doubt i park at a nice place that near the entrance of the building. My stomach start protest to me again,  I feel like my body is lack of energy maybe it was because i did not have my meal since last night and my mood start to falling down again due to lack of sugar in my blood..Ha. While i was trying to go upstairs by lift i then see one of my pretty classmate Lillian, her face sure look like very teruk, i think she had been studying through the night, not like me still update my blog by that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar..it was my stomach again..this time it sound louder than ever, i decide to have a nasi lemak before i go in to class. Going down to the same old place call canteen and seeing the same food they got, it make me so sienz..just looking to their food, but what can i do??i am not the boss in canteen..if i really am sure i pecat all the employees. Even i can cook better and cheaper then they are. After i finish the damn mini nasi lemak my stomach still feel like empty, time is late and i have to go in class fast but that damn slow motion lif really making me crazy so it takes me few minutes to go up to the 5th floor by stairs and it really damn tired. Taking my tired body i go in to the class and my lecture is started to teach or in other words "giving tips".He is quite a nice lecture but the way he teach did not seem very work to us. What else we can do?we are having final sem and nothing will help more to change. Suddenly some giant walk in and tell us about the CURTIN program..the offer is quite attract but by that time, my mind think of something else, i decide to study hard today from 11 to 5 will be enough..as  soon as the giant finish her present. Me and my other hardworking friends went in library, it seem like the library was fully book today, luckily we fined  ourselves some nice place at the back of the library. By the time i open the book, my study mood like been absorb by the book and i start to feel so sleepy then my stomach ring the alarm again. Still i try to forget those things and think of study again, but the starvation keep invading my body and order me to put something in my stomach. Just half and hour i went into the library i come out again with ping and we go to plus 2 to have out meal. Nothing special really happen, we just have our meal and leave. When we get back to the library, some dude telling us he is hungry but he was the one who said he is not hungry at all. We than going back the plus 2 again..while waiting them their food, my scarcity to the food come again . Aiks~ like the Jupiter said human scarcity is unlimited and hard to predict. Guess what??i have another meal again. I suddenly felt so guilty because i too promise myself to keep fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we all promise that we will have to concentrate in study because there might not be other excuse left. Who knows we start to chat to each other and times flies. Finally 5 pm approach by that time I brought my empty brain that suppose to fill in MPW　back and i feel like what the Fxxk..because i had waste another day in school by doing nothing except talking. I felt very sorry to my other partner..i failed to guilt u all to study hard together, but I still believe tomorow might be better&lt;br /&gt;. Haha&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/1198848611424591546-1891679558544955719?l=bennykhor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennykhor.blogspot.com/feeds/1891679558544955719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198848611424591546&amp;postID=1891679558544955719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198848611424591546/posts/default/1891679558544955719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198848611424591546/posts/default/1891679558544955719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennykhor.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-day.html' title='What @ day'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356208548755739917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198848611424591546.post-5250228812247643046</id><published>2008-04-09T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:33:19.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Time really flies..it had been a month i been waited my blog to be unblock but it seem like nothing really change so i decide not to wait anymore and start over my new life here in another blog. While everyone was busy studying ..i think i am the only one who is still updating my blog here. I just wish that time really stop, every things seems to be happening so fast until i didn't have the chance to look around. i just wish that i have another chance to slow down every thing and look around and look back what i had left before. Day to exam is getting near, and the time i might leave my friends is getting close. I am glad to meet all the friends in my school and the most my classmate in CFP..the stim stim class i had ever been also Miss Hang my lovely statistic lecture...she is the best lecture i even met. Haha~still remember that the 1st day she coming into class, she was so nervous until she drooped all the things because she was just graduate from USM.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     While i was flashing back all the memories suddenly the exam pressure start to pulling me down, my brain was so tight until i cant really think of anything. Although as a malaysian i should understand what really happen in the passed and understand my own country, but history really make me sick ...ar~i just hate the people who wrote down the history, cant he/she just make it short for us to memories it easily? I suddenly feel so guilty because not yet prepare enough for my exam, is that the reason i feel so unsafely now? But what else can i study, every thing seem like so easy to me, and i even understand all of them. Headache is killing me now but all i could think of is to sleep enough before i study again ..haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Suddenly some other thing pop out from my mind and some weird sound coming out from my stomach like the monster killed by the god of war..swang swang and grr grr..what can i eat, i am now like the character of the movie "Home alone",  tonight  i will be alone again. Everyone seem to be so far from me..even my lovely one was busy studying now..i just wish no bad guys will be coming in to my house like the stupid one trying to break in the house of no one in the movie..haha&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/1198848611424591546-5250228812247643046?l=bennykhor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennykhor.blogspot.com/feeds/5250228812247643046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198848611424591546&amp;postID=5250228812247643046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198848611424591546/posts/default/5250228812247643046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198848611424591546/posts/default/5250228812247643046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennykhor.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-life.html' title='New life'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356208548755739917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
