<?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-5547647306373002780</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:30:23.649-08:00</updated><category term='execuse my gramatical errors -  unedited post'/><category term='Love everyone for now.....'/><category term='I&apos;ll do my best seriously. God bless me myself and I'/><category term='Take care guys'/><category term='Pg 2'/><category term='Cheers. w xD'/><category term='Yours truely Sam Teo'/><category term='Love you mum'/><category term='Sincere words from my heart'/><category term='Pg 1'/><category term='Sam Teo'/><title type='text'>About Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-3899485808131637897</id><published>2009-04-27T03:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T04:03:06.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheers. w xD'/><title type='text'>After a long time</title><content type='html'>Suddenly had this inspiration to blog, luckily for me, I didn't delete my blog. I nearly forgotten my username and password to log into this blog. Can I take it as I've been blogging for 3 years? Though my posts are inconsistent, but I've been holding on to this account for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, this is going to be the first rubbish post I'm going to post. Normally I'd only blog on things that are meaningful or have relevance to my life but defiantly not this.  I'm listening to the whole Taylor Swift album and just decided to blog. Damn -random lah I swear. I'm brain dead now, typing whatever that comes to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care my friends, those who are enlisted (you guys know who you are, no need to put names). Cheers and have fun, I'm going to miss you guys. But I'm pretty sure we'll have more fun together and the friendship we had will never part from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Caleb Cheang finally remembered me, he msn-ed me the other day. I liked what Dino said about him; "he come telling us about his kangtao but never share so what the fuck". Sounded angry and feeling angsty, but well he contacted me. Telling me to find him after my service, assuring me of a job and telling me about his plan with me included. "Honestly damn chulut lah I tell u", not keeping my hopes up too high but I'll still trust him as a brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather good to go to school alone, you'll have no other things in mind but to study. Good inspiration for a start at least. Hope I'm not talking too soon, and pray for me as usual. God has been really good to me, helping and keeping me safe by his side. &lt;3 God, child-like faith is what God looks at; faith of a mustard seed shall move the mountains. Must go church and give my thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly to my good friends of many year, I really enjoyed myself going out with you guys even though I know the night will be "Chulut". The state of us getting lost is the fun part, our creative mind will bring us far. I missed those good old days, maybe we have grown up but nonetheless I still believe we can still have our fun together. We should meet up soon and catch up more, I remembered seeing you guys like 5 times a week without fail. Now it's like once in 5 weeks. But never let's be optimistic about this, better times ahead guys. Long zhong si brother huat zhai. HAHAHAH hope you guys remembered that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-3899485808131637897?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/3899485808131637897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=3899485808131637897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/3899485808131637897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/3899485808131637897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-long-time.html' title='After a long time'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-1007005198620112235</id><published>2008-10-29T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:06:46.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs are man's best friend</title><content type='html'>Ever since I got the news that Joey was gone, I got the calls from my friends to be there at Dino's place. I guess that's the least I could do as well as a friend, knowing the fact that Joey was part of his life all these while. Gerard told me this:" When we were 13-14 like that we went down to his place who was there?" This brought a flashback of those times I had with Joester. I remembered this once when I was stroking him, he actually used his paw to scratch me and I went "Fuck". Later than did I realized from his father that only people whom he felt affiliated to were entitled to such doings. Another vivid memory was when he bite me in the ass, not kidding man. I was waking Dino up while he was sleeping, I guess I overdid it. I was whacking him with the bolster while joester was barking, that didn't stop me from lashing out at Dino, before I knew it joester jumped and bite me in the ass. It wasn't painful but it was shocking, we laughed it off in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed down to his place on Sunday and stayed over till Monday together with Porky, Timmy was there but he left after supper. Porky and I were on the couch napping, uncle Mo came and asked us to the bed. I'm telling you the air-con, the bed, the comforter, the pillow all felt so damn good for once. Thanxs uncle mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at his place, Dino showed me the pictures of a professional paparazzi. He showed me Porky's "Gungi", 2 pictures to be in fact. One was him peeing into the Singapore River while the other was him posing as sir stamford raffles with his Gungi dangling out. What a prick man seriously. I've never had such a great laugh for ages, I laughed till I had an asthma attack. Porky was stunned, astonished and blur when he saw the pictures. His hands were on top of his head throughout the entire picture viewing session. It was a good get together session for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-1007005198620112235?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/1007005198620112235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=1007005198620112235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/1007005198620112235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/1007005198620112235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/10/dogs-are-mans-best-friend.html' title='Dogs are man&apos;s best friend'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-5645960526306041932</id><published>2008-10-13T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:58:00.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day where people are forgiven</title><content type='html'>I have never had some best laughs like I had yesterday night for quite sometime already. The conversation on the phone consisted of Me, Mo, Porky and Boss. The gist of the entire conversation is solely on 1 man, MR Porky Lim. They talked about his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cock-slap, how his cock was left dangling after he pee-ed, how he did the lean back and how he got a scolding from his father after all these&lt;/span&gt;. The best thing also was how these bunch of nubs claimed that I had lied to skip Porky Lim's birthday celebration at butter. They all saved the SMS which I've text them; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Guys I can't get out. I quarrelled with my mom over money. She kao pei say I spent too much these few days which i have. I'll be meeting porky in town tmr. I fucking wish i was there lah. Really fucking fucked up. Guys really dun give up on me. I know i fucked up pls lah understand my fucking situation. &lt;3"&lt;/span&gt;. But the matter of fact is that I really counldn't leave my house, because of the reason above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I met Porky on sat, ended eating tao hua and going for lan gaming after the fat fuck played us out. Porky had great plans, shall we go geylang? After that we can sit down have a field report over a cup of coffee. I was like "What"? No way man I'm not going to such places, and it's somewhat unethical. So that was how we ended up playing lan gaming. Many great things happened while I was with Porky, too many to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I need to get things done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-5645960526306041932?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/5645960526306041932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=5645960526306041932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5645960526306041932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5645960526306041932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-where-people-are-forgiven.html' title='The day where people are forgiven'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-7885166349302376183</id><published>2008-10-08T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:49:21.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood</title><content type='html'>I've really got no time to blog recently, due to whatever valid reason that I can come up with. Quite a lot of things happened these few weeks or days during my absence over here, pretty lazy to type everything out and phrase it nicely for viewing. However a couple of nice things happened as well. Some of which are worth mentioning like how I'd lost $50 in poker in say less than 10 rounds, met up with my good friends for some nice times, have been talking to you guys recently despite my busy schedule and have been doing pretty fine for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FYP rework is finally over but I still do need that little help for that 1 section. This is something I've to see to ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm earning some CE points for school and that's good considering the fact that the required is 40 and I've only like 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current FYP is still pretty alright with quite a number of things done but also quite a number of things not done. So far so good but I might just need to push myself harder just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school's attendance; gosh after a brilliant start, things seems to be in the shadow of the past, but I've recovered well once again. This time it seems that I'm not getting the desired grades due to my late coming, fuck this shit lah. 'Too little too late'? No way it should be phrase 'as never too early never too late'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recent thing that made me realize of the past which I seem not to forget about and which I am still fucking pissed about is the fact that I was so damn bloody blind. Worst off as a bat if you were to do a comparison excluding the fact that I'm a higher being than them, I'm more blind/blinder/more pa jiao/more chair ma than them. Seriously WHY the fuck I did what I did, I had said what I had said and chose what I had chosen. These are wrong moves and choices in my life, fucking waste time, effort and energy. Haiyo really dam sickening, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain; first thing first I was fucking blinded by I don't know what. Second thing second I was fucking stupid; made choices out of my heart and intuition instead of my brains., trust me for me as a guy I've enough blood for 2 brains. And lastly I was too damn fucking naive, seeked advices from the wrong people, from people who think they know a lot. These same group of people are those people that can call me everyday telling me things that would make me stupider, telling me about money making plans and opportunity. But on the contrary thanks guys for being there whenever I needed you. Don't get me wrong that I cannot let go of the past or for a fact that I'm petty but it's simply just very frustrating. Feel damn cheated and manupliated by 1 even stupider person. That makes me stupider and yeah I know, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I should start doing things right, from now on. I know whats on my mind right now and guess I will do it. I'm writing rubbish already, my inspiration is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-7885166349302376183?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/7885166349302376183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=7885166349302376183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/7885166349302376183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/7885166349302376183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/10/mood.html' title='Mood'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-6130088345178293860</id><published>2008-09-18T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:09:07.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll do my best seriously. God bless me myself and I'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been attending school regularly for the past 3 weeks, except for 2 days of absentee including today. I'm still mad at myself for not attending school today, I've no idea how I overslept. This week alone was the cause of every fuck up, I've skipped once on Wednesday and once today. I hope this will be the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be giving tuition later and hope to get my pay earlier, I'm dead broke man. I'll be celebrating at the end of the month because I'll be having some quick cash from the government. Thanks a million Singapore. Its enough for me to do what I've always wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP; re-work and current project. Fuck this shit lah really. Re-work is due for submission in 2 weeks time, and I've not even met up with my teammates. However on the bright side, the current project is still pretty much alright considering we have done quite a number of things and hopefully even more in the upcoming weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-6130088345178293860?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/6130088345178293860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=6130088345178293860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/6130088345178293860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/6130088345178293860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-attending-school-regularly-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-9133092040104806609</id><published>2008-09-09T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:48:53.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porky Lim a,k.a Kenneth Lim</title><content type='html'>I will always remember the first meeting with him, it was at i-rumors somewhere during the early of this year. The moment I saw him, I asked if he was Kenneth Lim. He replied; "Nowadays no one calls me Kenneth ah, people call me "Porky Lim". He then proceeded to show me his name on his hand, "see this ang kong, porky." Ever since that day, the journey has began until today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facebook threads; he called Dino upon reading the comments to that particular thread. He was like; "How lah dino die lah sam got the picture of my gungi". Dino made a comment to me over the phone; "He want to act hiong but you jack him sweet lah the fucker blur lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big business plan; He wants to open a vice-den. He told me this; "Sam i've been thinking about this big plan for a very long time already i tell u. Every wednesday night people have mambo night we have student night. We make those students use student cards to make payments. At the end of the day we'll be awarded with the enturepreneurship award."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jack of the year; He has this plan to ruin someone's date. He told me this; "I'm waiting for the day A pisses me off. Then ah I will ask the girl he bring along to zouk this; you got money anot? Your wallet fat enough for A anot? Later got cab fare to send A home?" He will then turn to A after that and say you've found the right person to support your living. My take on this is A would be so pissed, he will say this; "Porky what the fuck is wrong with you porky. What are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan of the year; Next time ah when people got no money u tell them this; "Tell your parents to work proerly. Father go changi village and mother go keong saik road, carry few packets of condoms and a tube of ky. If your parents can finish 1 tube of ky each night ah you can stay condo already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really funny but crude guy; I still like him more and more lah as each day goes by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-9133092040104806609?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/9133092040104806609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=9133092040104806609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/9133092040104806609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/9133092040104806609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/09/porky-lim-aka-kenneth-lim.html' title='Porky Lim a,k.a Kenneth Lim'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-4489718017320019592</id><published>2008-09-09T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:36:08.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='execuse my gramatical errors -  unedited post'/><title type='text'>Got to work harder than a bull</title><content type='html'>I've been attending classes for the past week, and guess what I've been going to school everyday since the first day of school. It is a cool 7/7 days for me right now, and I'm having pretty good grades except for the fact that I'm late practically everyday. Late better than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my module chair recently and guess what I still have hopes of graduating provided if i pass my FYP, my re-work FYP and score Bs for my modules. It is something achievable if I continue what I'm currently doing. I've started on some of my work but still need to do more and get the coding going. Pray for me huat ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lesson is still the most interactive class for me, everyone's participating in every conversation that is being brought up. I've learnt something; we should go I'm arriving instead of I'm coming. If you got what I meant you would be laughing out loud right now, if you don't then never mind. I've added this person with the most unique MSN address; she walked up to my com and typed that down. It says 2 things; either she paiseh to let others know or she doesn't want others to know her MSN. Popular girl lah no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amos asked me for supper on Friday but before we get there, I need to finish my fundamental FYP work followed by tuition on Friday as usual. Ann has passed out of BMT, more time together I guess; DOTA, I admit lah he is good. "Play hard go Pro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering from flu, not enough rest. I saved $30 because instead of seeing a doctor, I consulted the self-proclaimed doctor. None other than me myself. My nose is "fucking wet". Feeling stressed again because of the pressure to do well this semester. Lastly fuck all the unlucky luck and welcome all good luck. Luck luck many many huat zhai everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-4489718017320019592?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/4489718017320019592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=4489718017320019592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/4489718017320019592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/4489718017320019592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-to-work-harder-than-bull.html' title='Got to work harder than a bull'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-5093997902670105471</id><published>2008-09-04T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:17:18.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School have began</title><content type='html'>School started on Wednesday this week, it is supposed to be on a Thursday for most people. It is because I've chosen an additional elective and thus I've to report to school 1 day earlier than most people. Most people must be wondering if their class/es have any chicks, however this is not the case for me. I'm looking if I can do well this semester. So far my classmates have been pretty alright, nothing much to complain about but no compliments for any individuals as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my new FYP teammates and I can tell you guys 1 thing; I'm fucked. Bloody suckers know nothing about everything. How leh! Really screwed to the core, I've to pao tao pao beh already bo bian. God please help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans for Fridays are pretty much fixed, I have to attend school and give tuition after that. After completing these 2 activities, I head home for dinner before doing my own work and having some games of DOTA. Supper would then follow before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish up the fundamentals of my FYP first, this portion shouldn't be a problem for me at the moment. But I'm really worried about the coding portion, I have the idea and hope the idea works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-5093997902670105471?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/5093997902670105471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=5093997902670105471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5093997902670105471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5093997902670105471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-have-began.html' title='School have began'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-8663078117337567469</id><published>2008-08-27T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:40:38.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays - Current Update</title><content type='html'>I recently just stopped work, heng ah I working for my cousin. I have to say that I really kind of took it for granted sub-consciously. I've not been going to work regularly thanks to a few reasons and factors; 1st) Damn tired&lt;br /&gt;                    2nd) The idea of working that kind of job makes me unmotivated&lt;br /&gt;                    3rd) Plain lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about working is I like the idea that I'm earning money, I like the feeling of knocking off after work and I like the moments when I'm occupied with whatever I need to do. However on the down side; I hate the idea of having to wake up early the next day, I hate those times when I am going to have a late night activity(Knowing I need to go work the next morning) and I hate the commitment and working on weekends. My dad told me not to continue working because I'm a bad influence to the workers; they might just simply follow in on my footsteps. He said this:" Since your holidays are coming to an end, just stop working lah, don't give everyone a hard time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to say sorry Leong Leong koko and Aunty Ah Poh, really. I've got nothing much to say but only  apologies to make. I think they both will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just bought a new phone to replace that stupid old phone of mine. I wanted a 8800 arte, however after looking at my dad's new E71, I realized that it was a much better choice. Amos also told me not to get 8800 because of certain reasons and I bought them because to me I guess he is a specialist in this area. I like the phone very much really, seldom do I get this kind of feeling after a purchase. Solid lah both father and son got same phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next semester is the final lap of the race. I'm really determine to do well, change my schedules and attitude towards school. I'm not going to take anything for granted and I'm not going to slack. I have rarely failed in any major exams except O'levels, but I did made up for it. I need to be in the state I was like when I was re-taking my O'levels. Lets' go baby; pray for me and wish me all the best. 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Current Update'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-1575957517046366048</id><published>2008-08-26T07:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:16:17.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pg 2'/><title type='text'>Dino's Birthday - dblo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SLRTi54i4EI/AAAAAAAAALY/IcIzn1LRGuo/s1600-h/P1070915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SLRTi54i4EI/AAAAAAAAALY/IcIzn1LRGuo/s320/P1070915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238904125657374786" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-6174047048238416799</id><published>2008-08-26T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:06:48.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pg 1'/><title type='text'>Dino's Birthday - dblo</title><content type='html'>I realized that it was Dino's birthday when I received his call on the 22nd Aug asking me if I was going down to dblo. The irony was I remembered his birthday(23rd Aug) however due to me working too much, I sort of lost track of the dates. It was a Friday and we all went down to what was supposed to be a brilliant night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invitation SMS reads; "Guys tonight dblo. Porky bring your girl along". Only after reading this then did I realized that it was Dino's birthday celebration. I skipped work on that day just to be fresh for the party. I knew the clubbing session will take a toll on me the following day because I had to work. My night officially came to an end when I had to send that bloody drunk swine home. By the time I got back, it was already almost 4 in the m'orn. A lot of things happened during the clubbing session. I'm too lazy to elaborate however lets look at the pictures and deduce from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-6174047048238416799?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/6174047048238416799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=6174047048238416799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/6174047048238416799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/6174047048238416799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/08/dinos-birthday-dblo.html' title='Dino&apos;s Birthday - dblo'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-1975028834692572033</id><published>2008-08-19T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:51:22.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays?</title><content type='html'>I have just skipped work very irresponsibly, I simply slept through the day without letting my cousin know. Woke up for dinner with my parents, came back home to watch 2 movies (Mad money and Transporter) and followed by this blog entry. I'll be heading on to 2 games of DOTA soon after I'm done with this. My life is really pretty much revolved around my sleeping habits, which apparently has taken a toll on my life. I really got to do something, I do need a remedy. I'm really sorry Leong Leong Koko for fucking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting patiently for my grades for this semester. I've gotten some of my test grades back, I've not failed any but I thought I could have done better though. I'm still praying for a miracle from God, I need to pull my GPA up by a little bit so next semester could be my final term. I don't want to waste any more precious time doing time in school. I've just gotten my new FYP and it sux big time, I am really wondering how am I going about doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really just looking forward to my next semester, but at the mean time I'm looking forward to the day where I'll bring my nephews out for a movie session and a swimming session. I've talked to them already and they've agreed to it but I need to apply for an approval from my cousin. I think I can consider that done. I've asked my friend along when I'm brining the kids out for a swim, and my friend has agreed. I tell you something about this friend of mine; whenever I ask her out, there will be excuses or reasons to why she can't meet me. But when right now, it is a totally different thing. Easy ah to get a girl out, just say bringing kids out can already hor? Next time I should try this when I'm going to date a girl out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Amos and Eric for supper again as usual this Friday and the following Monday is an off day for me. Pretty cool for now considering its Wednesday. I've been smoking an average of 1 packet per day, I need to cut down. And lastly I do miss you guys, meet up soon yeah. All work and no play makes jack a dull boy. Pray for me now that I may get the desired academic results, also get the girl of my dreams and lastly for everyone to have a good and blessed life. Leave you guys off with this song that's stucked in my head:&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;Something you said - Bangles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/rechaelsears/music/54Lz40Db/the_bangles_something_that_you_said/"&gt;http://www.imeem.com/rechaelsears/music/54Lz40Db/the_bangles_something_that_you_said/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-1975028834692572033?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/1975028834692572033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=1975028834692572033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/1975028834692572033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/1975028834692572033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/08/holidays.html' title='Holidays?'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-2568499191841190208</id><published>2008-08-14T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:20:23.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck Chuck</title><content type='html'>I have just watched good luck chuck, how I wish things you see on the silver screen would actually happen in reality. Think about this; the initial rejections you might get when you consider asking that girl out, after which you have succeeded this step, you'll move on with her. Then comes the endless mistakes you will make when you are in a relationship with her, despite this fact, the girl will still reckon your love and accept you for whoever you are. Isn't amazing? That was some kind of fairy tale to me and honestly it has almost never happened to me. But the best part of all was the ending; after realizing that the girl was gone, the protagonist actually went all way out to ask the girl back despite the fact that he understands the rejection, the pride he has to lay down and the effort he has to put in. And guess what he got her, only if these things exist in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from work, had my dinner and watched a movie. It's a routine for me already, its pampering myself by indulging in some nice food or go for a drink after work, followed by a bus back home. After which it's one hot shower for some detox cleansing and relaxation before heading to my com for a game of DOTA. Then it's time to sleep, very good routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No choice I'm pretty much in need of money and I've put up with all these shit. However on the bright side, it's only for 3 weeks. Hallelujah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-2568499191841190208?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/2568499191841190208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=2568499191841190208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/2568499191841190208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/2568499191841190208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-luck-chuck.html' title='Good Luck Chuck'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-2817929940477449255</id><published>2008-08-12T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:15:03.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays - Huat Zhai</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of this semester, I'm getting good grades because even the facilitators have pity on me. Seriously the module which I've skipped today was the module which I initially had so much potential for, an X today simply means I have to pray to even get a passing grade. But Hope so lah can pass. God please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting work again tomorrow. There is this saying: "A man without vision will go back to his past" But then again there is another saying: " A person who has experienced the goodness of something will always yearn for it". Put these 2 sayings together and work your brains a little and you should get the equation. I'm working for my cousin once again, woo hoo. I can imagine the lifestyle I'll be living and the schedule of my lifestyle. It is hello clubbing and drinking every night and hello to my good pay. Fucking solid, BUT no free lunch of course. It is hard work in the day and hard playing in the night. Song lah Sasha spa here I come, wo lai le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-2817929940477449255?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/2817929940477449255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=2817929940477449255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/2817929940477449255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/2817929940477449255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/08/holidays-huat-zhai.html' title='Holidays - Huat Zhai'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-2331398870445094430</id><published>2008-08-10T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:58:45.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supper as usual</title><content type='html'>It has almost became a routine for me to have supper every Friday with Amos and Eric. Though there were more potentials supposed to join us, but in the end its down to the 3 of us; again as usual. Chatted till 6 in the morning this time round, we met later than usual though at 3am in the morning. They claimed that I'm always late for an hour, but guys must understand lah. Again as usual we talked and discussed about almost everything, very good to hear about things which concerns you while you are eating. Eric says he is planning a zouk outing this Wednesday, I'm not really looking forward to the outing but rather looking more towards the response. Haha, sounds dam bad but its true. Till next Friday we'll see how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-2331398870445094430?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/2331398870445094430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=2331398870445094430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/2331398870445094430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/2331398870445094430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/08/supper-as-usual.html' title='Supper as usual'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-8157857950607997682</id><published>2008-08-10T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:47:44.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08/08/87</title><content type='html'>This day is an auspicious day for many, for me as well definitely. It reads as follows; huat huat huat chi (prosper prosper prosperity). Very good day for many, and guess what I've a friend whose birthday falls on that day 21years ago. Luke Michael Foo Kok Meng, what a day to be born in. However his luck doesn't seem to justify this, but I can see how his life has changed after going to the army. It was a day I've always wanted to celebrate and of course with him and our common good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to beds (Karaoke KTV) for drinks and to sing some songs, it was really a day where I met and caught up with my good friends. I lost my voice as a result of endless shouting across the table and not to mention getting intoxicated by the poison I was fed (Alchohal) by Proky. The game plan was to make Luke drank and we almost succeeded if not for the extra Porky. He ended up puking though and the statement for that night was this: "What the fuck lah my shoes lah". He puked in the drain and some vomit was splashed onto his shoes which must have cost a bomb. Despite the state he was in, he can still be bothered about his shoes rather than his condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino, Porky, Matt and I sang 2 songs for Luke, we sang; opps or rather Dino and Matt sang As long as you love me by backstreet boys and as for Porky and myself we sang Hai Kuo Tian Kong by Beyond. Dino can say this: "Not bad right I sing, huh? I felt I sang dam well." I feel like telling him Ken Lim must have made a mistake by not offering you a contract. I admit I screwed the song up when it was my turn to take cue, like I've said I've lost my voice. I felt so embarrassed about the situation BUT I know it was all for fun and furthermore its within my good friends. Shhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really should spend more time together, we met up more often last time when we were all free. Since commitments have taken a toll in us (Like for me FYP), we've been pretty much busy. Hope we can still meet up more often, I really do love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long zong si brother; just remembered that statement. Ans get well soon GQ, I'm his fav brother. Haha pics now; oh btw do I look good in my new hair cut? 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I had this glorious meal which cost me $11.20, some kind of a set meal. It was 2 garlic naan with a bowl of curry and a can of green tea. We sat and talked cock till late say about 2am in the mor'n, while eating of course. It all started when Sam came over my place asking me for help with his PP(Professional Profiling), then the calls from Mal and Leon respectively pressurized us to the decision of meeting them. Actually it wasn't much of pressurizing but rather it was more of persuading. Good closure to a very unproductive day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a quarrel with my mom, yes you've gotten me damn right. She came back from work with a bad mood and with the fact that I didn't attend school yesterday, it only made it worst. She came back smacking me with her envelope she was holding in her hand, while doing what she was doing, she was screaming at me on top of her voice. I was pretty pissed considering the fact that my laptop was lagging while all these were going on. She then claimed that I was a liar and a hopeless bum, bumming around at home instead of working or studying. I then shouted back at her which eventually I felt bad about, even until right now. I'm Sorry mummy. But really she dam bloody petty, this morning I asked her for some extra change. Guess what she said this: "Sorry I don't have money".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-5743645810104476461?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/5743645810104476461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=5743645810104476461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5743645810104476461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5743645810104476461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/08/supper-bukit-timah.html' title='Supper - Bukit Timah'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-2622190566879678244</id><published>2008-08-03T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:36:40.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Take care guys'/><title type='text'>Mon Blues</title><content type='html'>The weekend has been pretty alright for me, in short; I had supper with Amos and Eric at Jalan Kayu, Saturday was home alone with Ren playing Dota and Sunday was the day I visited GQ at SGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: It was filled with laughter and fun with Ren, he can wake me up by shouting while playing Dota; "its always these 2 bastards". Furthermore when he made this comment when he was having a bad game: "What the fuck is this?, what the fuck seriously Sam. I'm getting pawned by noobs and I do believe you feel the same way a me. What the fuck lah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: I visited GQ at SGH, I have to admit that I went down later than I supposed to. I saw his ex-gf over there, I have to say that in my eyes and to me she is a gem of a person and how I wish a girl like her would walk into my life. I'm not referring to her of course but someone else other than her. Why he left her? But the trip down was worth it considering its a quality 10-20mins spent together, we caught up quite a bit. I came to realize how serious his condition was after talking to his ex-gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Gerard Quek if I were you, I would rather be a girl with a pussy. Jia lat lah the tube being put into your pee hole. If I girl not pain mah even if I'm fresh, hor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-2622190566879678244?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/2622190566879678244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=2622190566879678244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/2622190566879678244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/2622190566879678244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/08/mon-blues.html' title='Mon Blues'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-5120493149165096803</id><published>2008-08-02T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T04:32:00.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supper - Jalan Kayu</title><content type='html'>I spent like 30 bucks on cab just to entitle myself to a through and flow journey from my place to Jalan Kayu. Had supper with my classmates Amos and Eric, though we supposed to have 2 more coming. Due to some reasons both couldn't make it, so there we were the 3 of us eating drinking and chatting away. Had a great time honestly knowing these 2 idiots, we chatted till 4 in the mor'n. We talked about quite a few things but the most vivid conversation we had was about our ex-es. I kind of agreed with Eric that we are victims of relationship. Oh and another thing I was disturbed the most jia lat amongst us, they kept on blabbering about me and this girl. According to them they thought that I had shown signs of interest, only if she knew lah. LOL. Nanny said this I'll break your legs if you mistreats her, woo hoo. Actually ah seriously speaking what make you guys think so? I just nodded my head to prevent further disturbance, Maybe I should just hook the both of you up with your potential customers so you guys will be preoccupied. Supposed to ta pao food for shiyun, but she slept so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amos: I'm going to get my mac book, so I could get my half an hour with her. Movie with pat also I will ask her for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: Put your thoughts into actions, stop checking girls in our class out. I know they are hot, your favorite word "sien" U should do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-5120493149165096803?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/5120493149165096803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=5120493149165096803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5120493149165096803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5120493149165096803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/08/supper-jalan-kayu.html' title='Supper - Jalan Kayu'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-3979292264292086709</id><published>2008-07-31T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:44:37.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Discusssion</title><content type='html'>I'm in class and yes I have to say that attending this class is enjoyable. I took 2 songs from Melissa, thanks man girl. I'm talking to Aric, Amos, Melissa and Shiyun about relationship, guess what everyone have different opinions regarding that one thing. The sad thing is Shiyun left but on the bright side I still have my the other 3 teammates to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on the phone with Dino talking about the plan tonight; the plan to visit GQ. One of my class mate asked Michelle whats my spoken language at home, isn't it obvious it is English. Maybe because I was cursing a little too much, while on the phone. Another classmate made a comment when she realized that I was the only son; "Wah die lah". It is puzzling seriously and I really wonder why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I canceled tuition later to make my plans work, however I'm feeling the chills thinking about it. I've canceled thrice already this month, maybe I'm going to get sacked but on the contrary my tuition kid has an improvement in his studies after they hired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading back to do my work now... Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-3979292264292086709?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/3979292264292086709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=3979292264292086709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/3979292264292086709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/3979292264292086709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/friday-discusssion.html' title='Friday Discusssion'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-7489428821342066169</id><published>2008-07-31T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:58:19.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the best bro</title><content type='html'>I'm really praying for you, hoping and praying that you'll get well. We'll be heading down tomorrow to visit you, chill and rest well for now. Long time since we met and I'm sure we got lots to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home waiting for Ren to come over to collect his laptop, Leon's at my place playing Dota with me. Having bad games, really feeling tired and fatigue. Haven slept since yesterday 6pm exactly 24hrs now. I'm making this entry because I'm fucking bored, wonder who'll be heading to school tomorrow. Who'll be in my team and will it be a good day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-7489428821342066169?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/7489428821342066169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=7489428821342066169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/7489428821342066169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/7489428821342066169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-best-bro.html' title='All the best bro'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-4237080272942283420</id><published>2008-07-30T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:54:02.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I be given a 2nd chance?</title><content type='html'>I really want to thank God for helping me and I will thank him in advance for how he will help me. I've been getting good grades these few weeks even though I'm late. I've skipped like 3 times in 2 weeks, it's something worth talking about considering my atrocious attendance. Its an improvement which I still need to work on, if only I had woken up earlier. Sigh, Let's hope I can do it and graduate with my batch of students. Pray for me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-4237080272942283420?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/4237080272942283420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=4237080272942283420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/4237080272942283420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/4237080272942283420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/will-i-be-given-2nd-chance.html' title='Will I be given a 2nd chance?'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-5886353111284433903</id><published>2008-07-28T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:48:28.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Dinner</title><content type='html'>Had dinner on Sunday with my parents and Ren, we went to Allson hotel for one of the most not-worth-it meal. We had shark fin, abalone, mushrooms, scallops and many more. Most of what we ate are considered delicacies for a typical Chinese family, however not for me. I'm really sick of all these delicacies after consuming too much of it during my stay at my cousin's house. It was a weekly affair for me until I moved out of the palace. My mom paid a couple of hundreds for these bullshits, the delicacies were not of top grade quality and the taste of it was not very fantastic. My cousin's maid could have done a better job with the food for half the price. But on the overall I guess it was quite a dinner considering it has been sometime since we ate out together as a family. The service was good and the deserts are nice ohh and yes have I mentioned that the chili sauce there is really good, other than; hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-5886353111284433903?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/5886353111284433903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=5886353111284433903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5886353111284433903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5886353111284433903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-dinner.html' title='Family Dinner'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-651684268700580418</id><published>2008-07-27T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T08:31:24.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond the call of duty</title><content type='html'>My favorite cousin Ann, was enlisted on Fri. We had our last day together on Thurs together with Leon (a.k.a Leyawn). The pics tell a lot for itself; we were at his place for the first time and we were just plain slacking. Not to mention cam-whoring, this is something which I don't think any guy would do? My mom was there as well, and we headed for dinner before going for our last Dota training. I guess we need to replace him with another member given the current state of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Ann, take good care of yourself while you are inside. Looking at your brother just now really made my heart sank, knowing whatever he is going through. I saw the eyes of my mom, it was filled with tears when Ren talked about his life in camp and how he wishes to down pes. My mom and I loves you and your brother. My favorite cousins indeed, we grew up together and memories in my heart always I will keep. Waiting for you to book out, let's go enjoyy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIyUTzSAW6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/SiFez5LBDbk/s1600-h/P1070852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIyUTzSAW6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/SiFez5LBDbk/s320/P1070852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227716335374457762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIyUUUUNVYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vi7l_yvhqNo/s1600-h/P1070853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIyUUUUNVYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vi7l_yvhqNo/s320/P1070853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227716344242066818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIyUUlGPsGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7Qsn8ZS2YX8/s1600-h/P1070854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIyUUlGPsGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7Qsn8ZS2YX8/s320/P1070854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227716348746903650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIyUU2NuTAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6XC5ICnG_MM/s1600-h/P1070855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIyUU2NuTAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6XC5ICnG_MM/s320/P1070855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227716353341672450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-651684268700580418?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/651684268700580418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=651684268700580418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/651684268700580418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/651684268700580418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/beyond-call-of-duty.html' title='Beyond the call of duty'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIyUTzSAW6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/SiFez5LBDbk/s72-c/P1070852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-1519396875188977777</id><published>2008-07-24T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:47:11.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fri Mor'ning</title><content type='html'>Fri mor'n, a supposedly good day for any and everyone. However for me it just feels like crap, dam sien lah. First thing 1st my beloved cousin is going in army right now as I'm blogging this post. Second thing is due to the lack of sleep I had the previous night, it was a fair trade for the fun I had with my cousin and Leon at my place. Third thing is that I'm stoned in class and tired but guess what I've got to give tuition later. My student better be smart later or else I'm going to curse and swear under my breath again. Better get him some sweets to make sure he opens his ears and brains to learn. Did I mention his mom is hot!!. Everyone is doing their own things, wonder if it has anything to do with today's problem. Not for me cause I think I've sort of settled the resources. Feel kind of rude; didn't really bother about anything or anyone in class. Haven even had my first decent conversation of the day. Really tired I'm sorry ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fucking SD card is jammed, that is the right word to use for such unforeseen circumstances. Basically it just stopped me from uploading those nice pictures I had with my cousin and Leon. We hang out till late yesterday and they even crashed over at my place. Wonderful tonight.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dragged my post till now before publishing it, actually today is a perfect day in school for me today. Guess what Sam Teo has attended a talk, woo hoo wow. And also he did his work and contributed to the presentation. Attend school and talk is an equation to a perfect day in school. I think I need to go somewhere tonight. Geylang anyone? Ask your father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-1519396875188977777?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/1519396875188977777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=1519396875188977777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/1519396875188977777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/1519396875188977777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/fri-morning.html' title='Fri Mor&apos;ning'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-10191432389798892</id><published>2008-07-23T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:53:42.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yours truely Sam Teo'/><title type='text'>The furthest distance between 2 person..</title><content type='html'>The furthest distance between 2 person is not life and death, it's when I'm standing right in front of you and I can't tell you "I love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a saying, it is seriously true. Think about it; if I like you and I want to love you but I can't say I love you and I can't love you, isn't that the furthest distance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon see told me this saying just today and I thought it was something of significant value, something that is worth blogging about. An entry is made simply for this comment, Fucking solid saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-10191432389798892?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/10191432389798892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=10191432389798892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/10191432389798892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/10191432389798892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/furthest-distance-between-2-person.html' title='The furthest distance between 2 person..'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-7614955925149993264</id><published>2008-07-23T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:33:36.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally - Over man Over</title><content type='html'>The first thing is my FYP is over, its no longer Forever Your Project. Its simply Final Year Project, a big cheers to that. God has really helped me and pulled me through; he has saw me through yet again. Pics of my teammates&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIdnskb-IoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/T_DFFlXXl-s/s1600-h/P1070843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIdnskb-IoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/T_DFFlXXl-s/s320/P1070843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226259907979649666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIdnskb-IoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/T_DFFlXXl-s/s1600-h/P1070843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIdnskb-IoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/T_DFFlXXl-s/s320/P1070843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226259907979649666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIdntV3NODI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SgGrh28kawk/s1600-h/P1070845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIdntV3NODI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SgGrh28kawk/s320/P1070845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226259921247221810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIdnsZ9JyPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iPO4E55QKxk/s1600-h/P1070840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIdnsZ9JyPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iPO4E55QKxk/s320/P1070840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226259905166035186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIdntoMXyMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zTBsSxeWGH8/s1600-h/P1070847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIdntoMXyMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zTBsSxeWGH8/s320/P1070847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226259926167832770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIdns09dA4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/-oHRZ7ogFXA/s1600-h/P1070844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIdns09dA4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/-oHRZ7ogFXA/s320/P1070844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226259912415052674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that everything is alright again for you bro, I know you love her lots lots. Wish you all the best in your relationship, and may the blessings be with you. You both are really good people and thus you both are meant for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo back to reality; need to have another term of FYP, need to work hard for the remaining days of school and even harder next semester. Really got woken up by all the talks from my friends, seriously have to do it. I want to at least get this stage of life over and done with. I'm not sleeping tonight so I can get to school tomorrow. I've got to wear semi-formal tomorrow, my facilitator made a comment during the previous lesson which brightened my day. She said that I looked reallyy good, woo hoo. I thought I looked good as well what, I mean yeah I put in effort in dressing up ok (LOLxxxx, buay hiao buy). Anyway I'll see you guys again someday. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-7614955925149993264?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/7614955925149993264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=7614955925149993264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/7614955925149993264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/7614955925149993264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-over-man-over.html' title='Finally - Over man Over'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIdnskb-IoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/T_DFFlXXl-s/s72-c/P1070843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-4766593546215955513</id><published>2008-07-20T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:20:16.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it finally over?</title><content type='html'>I'm doing this in school, omg. I thought getting grades could be done even at this point of time, after praying and putting in the required effort. I had my FYP re-evaluation over and done with, pretty sure this time round. I didn't do any work today thanks to my presentation, I thought I didn't really do extremely well in the presentation but I still hope for a C. I'll blog later again. cya soon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to the mountains and they will humble themselves, nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Stand on the promise he made, with a heart full of faith, nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Living in revival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-4766593546215955513?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/4766593546215955513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=4766593546215955513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/4766593546215955513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/4766593546215955513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-it-finally-over.html' title='Is it finally over?'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-912446862004935741</id><published>2008-07-19T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:31:05.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love everyone for now.....'/><title type='text'>Thana Raj Albert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIKDQb_L_RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-mC7sVQBVSY/s1600-h/4620893749680s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIKDQb_L_RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-mC7sVQBVSY/s320/4620893749680s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224882836117126418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call 4 days back from Thana's aunty, it was to me a surprise call. Guess what, it was an invitation to Thana's 21st birthday celebration. To my surprise, his aunty still has my number after such a long time. I went down yest to have a feast at the most infamous place on planet earth, Telok Blangah Blk 66. Oh gosh I have to say that the place really brought back memories, memories of me growing up as a child. I used to spend a lot of time with Thana when we were younger and I used to go over to his place often to play and 'fuck around'. We studied together since primary school, shit happened and......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He retained sec 4 and I went on to complete my days at St.Pat's but don't get me wrong I was not done with O'levels. Before he could even complete his sec 4, he was moved to Australia. Reason was because he owed people money, he was in big shit back then; few thousands of dollars. He is back for national service but he'll be leaving for Australia soon, going to miss him. Had a lot of fun growing up with him, although he stole my phone once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really nice meeting you guys after such a long time, though it was just for a short time. I really wish I could make more time for you guys and trust me I will, I really do love you guys a lot. We grew up and each of us has our own commitments but I do believe that we can still be as close as we used to. The biggest fucker is the fucker that always refuse to turn up for gatherings, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIKDQ6xzBTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uLagAL_X3rw/s1600-h/P1070804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIKDQ6xzBTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uLagAL_X3rw/s320/P1070804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224882844382463282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIKDRHk9FeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6a_Fm3COjB4/s1600-h/Boss+lost+money+tt+night.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIKDRHk9FeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6a_Fm3COjB4/s320/Boss+lost+money+tt+night.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224882847818257890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIKDQkB7v2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/kuDVlX-G_ro/s1600-h/Confirmation+Day+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIKDQkB7v2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/kuDVlX-G_ro/s320/Confirmation+Day+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224882838276128610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;unless necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-912446862004935741?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/912446862004935741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=912446862004935741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/912446862004935741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/912446862004935741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/thana-raj-albert.html' title='Thana Raj Albert'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SIKDQb_L_RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-mC7sVQBVSY/s72-c/4620893749680s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-5113110121150094149</id><published>2008-07-19T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T16:53:45.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sincere words from my heart'/><title type='text'>Secret Blog</title><content type='html'>I came to know something, this blog has been checked out by quite a lot of people. Maybe it is fate that brought you here, or maybe it is through recommendation that you've gotten this URL. I thought it was supposed to be a secret blog or otherwise a blog for people who are close to me to read. On the contrary it is good that people are reading my posts, I do enjoy writing and people who frequent this blog simply shows appreciation to my posts (a little buay hiao bai, xD lolx). I sometimes wonder who are reading my posts at which point of time, maybe its you, maybe its someone special to me, maybe its my friends or maybe its my family, just maybe. I still believe that the more the merrier, if you can find this URL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never ever thought things would turn out like this, I thought things written here would have been quite safe. Maybe its just an assumption but I thought that it was a safe assumption. I'm sincerely sorry for the events that has taken place. However have you gotten your facts right? As in what's your interpretation of the posts and events that has happened? I guess maybe, just maybe you got the wrong perception of that particular event. I wish I could explain to you in person and maybe that would help, I'll tell you exactly what had happened. I merely quoted whatever has been said in our conversation, but the intention of whatever was quoted was not there. I blogged that post in my perspective towards that situation in a humorous way, maybe its the words used in the post. Don't worry so much, just give me a call and I can explain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-5113110121150094149?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/5113110121150094149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=5113110121150094149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5113110121150094149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5113110121150094149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/secret-blog.html' title='Secret Blog'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-9114876650480634974</id><published>2008-07-18T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T06:58:21.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ever ending journey....On forever</title><content type='html'>I guess these few days have been a reality check for me, I've told myself to wake up, however it simply lacks conviction. These few days has brought the reality upon me, to the extend of me having crumble under it many times whenever I thought about it. My FYP needs to be re-evaluated, attendance in school is really bad to the extend of me being destined to fail if I don't buck up now till next semester and my tests could have been better. It doesn't really help when I'm thinking about you all these while, I simply can't really get you off my mind. That sweet melancholic smile and that loud laughter never seem to stop replaying in my mind. What can I do to make you happy, what can I do to make you love me. Even right now as I'm blogging this, words that have been processed through my mind are like a moving picture without sound. I guess I do need to put in effort for school for this last 4 weeks, pray for me guys seriously. God really please help me for this last 4 weeks, help me to pull my GPA up and next semester for the graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Malcolm, Sam and Stella for supper at jurong; we simply ate and left. What a supper but on the brighter side of things, I had a free ride home. Thanks man Mal, I love you. Its the weekends again, don't really know if I'm going to enjoy but yet have the same motivation after to work hard. At this very present moment I'm at Sam's place learning some code, really no mood to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-9114876650480634974?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/9114876650480634974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=9114876650480634974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/9114876650480634974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/9114876650480634974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/ever-ending-journeyon-forever.html' title='The ever ending journey....On forever'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-4718263099009556047</id><published>2008-07-16T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:29:36.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More than life......</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                I really thought that we have kind of drifted ever since I've left. I guess it is a natural kind of thing considering the fact that we hardly communicate,  this will take a toll on any relationship. Communication is the key to life and every relationship requires it because a relationship has a lifespan as well. I'm really ungrateful when I come to think of it, I only turn to you whenever I'm going through something in life. However when the tides are low and the problems are gone, I always let my senselessness get the better of my gratitudes in many areas. Today I'm back here again at your feet seeking forgiveness and repenting everything that I've done; although I feel awkward and hypocritical. You've always been there at my lowest point of time and you've never failed to see me through in everything that I do. I really do appreciate everything that you've done and given to me but on the contrary I do feel that I'm unworthy of it for things which I've done or failed to do. I know that you are going to see me through this time again and I hold that believe closely within my heart. I really do hope that things will be back like how it used to, I'm not saying this just so you would answer my prays. But you know my heart and desire. AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happens for a reason, and maybe we cannot seem to understand why. However I do believe that if God allows it to happen for a reason then he'll soar with you and see you through everything that is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 55:8;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways my ways," says the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways, And my thoughts than your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 41:10;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fear not for I'm with you; Be not dismayed for I am your God. I will strengthen you, yes I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is one of my favorite song which never fails me, it is really a sweet, touching and loving song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand by everything You said&lt;br /&gt;Stand by the promises we made&lt;br /&gt;Let go of everything I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;I'll run into Your open arms&lt;br /&gt;And all I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I love You more than life&lt;br /&gt;I love You more than life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall back on everything You've done&lt;br /&gt;Fall back on everlasting arms&lt;br /&gt;When all the world is swept away&lt;br /&gt;You are all the things I need&lt;br /&gt;You're the air I breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it be&lt;br /&gt;You were the one on the cross that died for me?&lt;br /&gt;Lifted for all our shame?&lt;br /&gt;How can it be&lt;br /&gt;The scars in Your hands are for me?&lt;br /&gt;You are the king of all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-4718263099009556047?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/4718263099009556047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=4718263099009556047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/4718263099009556047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/4718263099009556047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-than-life.html' title='More than life......'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-3481101867906155124</id><published>2008-07-15T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:58:49.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting 1 day to the finishing point</title><content type='html'>1 more day to my FYP presentation, this is just 1 of the 2 FYP I'm supposed to do. Another thing to worry about is my grades due to my absentee. I really need to attend school for the upcoming 4 weeks, and get the desired grade to bring my GPA up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chat with Jin (I really love this name) last night, at times I still wonder why I still care for you even as a friend. Of course I know its nothing more than just friends and there is no qualms or queries to it. I've always felt that most of the time she is pretty ungrateful and honestly I've always got nothing much to say to her; even when we were much closer. I guess why we spoke last night was because I thought she was really pitiful and furthermore my heart always goes out to her whenever she has a problem, though I know the same objective lies with her. Partly was also because I really wanted to just say hi and asked if everything was fine and all. Cheer up yeah girl, I'm sure things will work out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote of the day: "Will you ever ask me back if given a chance...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you should know that answer better than I do and thank you for getting over me. But I don't regret dating you, for everything you've done and given to me, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AlWaYs GeTtiNg OvEr YoU;&lt;br /&gt;Was I not enough stimulation                     &lt;br /&gt;Hit by a brake the other day&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought that I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;You didn't like my conversation&lt;br /&gt;I can't come up with something new&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;So here's my observation&lt;br /&gt;You could never see it through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I'm too tired to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't call and say your coming back for me&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;I'm always getting over you&lt;br /&gt;And don't lie and say your over me&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;I'm always getting over you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-3481101867906155124?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/3481101867906155124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=3481101867906155124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/3481101867906155124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/3481101867906155124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/counting-1-day-to-finishing-point.html' title='Counting 1 day to the finishing point'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-8212573527342944680</id><published>2008-07-14T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:57:59.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down 2 days to the finishing point</title><content type='html'>I got back at 12am today, on a Monday. WTH? Like let's think about it this way I've been back late this few days because of FYP. Can't imagine the amount of "effort" I've put into this shit, and yes you read it correctly "effort". Not many of my friends will believe me if i were to tell them that I'm really worried and kind of stress right now. Not just FYP but also for my school, my attendance is atrocious; to an extend it is fucking rubbish. I FUCKING NEED TO PULL UP MY SOCK. Wish me all the best for my FYP, people reading this please pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my i-pod nano last Sunday, 2 days ago. Woo hoo I didn't realize how much I would  appreciate an i-pod nano until I got it. I had one but I got another newer one, fantastic. Got it at this place FUNAN, through a friend; Shiyun.  According to her, she is nice and yes indeed the service she gave was really good. Funny moments happened as well during my purchase (Shall not talk about that), dinner with her was canceled because she had to go with her friends. She asked me to go along but I decline because I didn't want to tag along, thanks though and I really appreciate it. I'm not anti-social ah my dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz one mistake leads to another, troubles are brought upon to myself;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-8212573527342944680?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/8212573527342944680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=8212573527342944680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/8212573527342944680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/8212573527342944680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/counting-down-2-days-to-finishing-point.html' title='Counting down 2 days to the finishing point'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-9129952207359719957</id><published>2008-07-12T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T11:49:57.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Nite - oxymoron kind of melacholic feeling</title><content type='html'>Today is a Saturday and it is supposed to be bright, however I don't know lah. I started my day going to Sam Lim's house to do FYP, heading to Mark's birthday immediately with my FYP teammates after that. We managed to reach Mark's place at 11pm, the cake cutting was at 12am. We were early I guess, are we? We ate a lot without presenting him anything, sorry Mark for not being able to get you a present (BUSY LAH). Thanks a million Mark for getting me those prawns and stingray which I loved. Right now my teammates are at my place doing the final touches of FYP and I'm blogging because I've finished my work. Tomorrow will be the day I've been waiting for since last Sunday. Heading to get my I-Pod and dinner with my favorite girl (classmate) from my sales module. She can ask me on msn when we chatted; you miss me right, when I asked her why she did not attend class on Friday. I then replied an honest answer I just missed that laughter, you got to hear it to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the worst conversation for the day; who the fuck are you? Arrh ok I'll cya tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lah am I petty or am I over sensitive? No mood going to play my guitar. Might not be meeting you already if you continue your attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-9129952207359719957?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/9129952207359719957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=9129952207359719957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/9129952207359719957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/9129952207359719957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday-nite-oxymoron-kind-of.html' title='Saturday Nite - oxymoron kind of melacholic feeling'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-1303125534125060837</id><published>2008-07-10T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:13:54.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dino Mark Mohan (a.k.a Fat Dog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHbP3hWXcYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vmVJ0JJbprI/s1600-h/Dino+in+shades+smoking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHbP3hWXcYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vmVJ0JJbprI/s320/Dino+in+shades+smoking.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221589370734604674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHbP4IfZ4AI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0uRqbv3aIzc/s1600-h/P1020582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHbP4IfZ4AI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0uRqbv3aIzc/s320/P1020582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221589381241495554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHbP4ugTh0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/CQSIzlBLXTA/s1600-h/IMG_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHbP4ugTh0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/CQSIzlBLXTA/s320/IMG_0590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221589391445821250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this conversation with him on msn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:49 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Dino:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;eh i malu lah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:49 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Dino:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;don write i take bus lah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:50 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;then read choon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:50 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;what he say&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:50 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Dino:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;haha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:50 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;got see your yandao face anot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:51 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Dino:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;got &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:52 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Dino:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;i fucking handsome lah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:53 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;of course&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:53 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the yandao kia says he is handsome means he is&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:53 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;girl see sure wet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:53 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cfm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:53 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Dino:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;cfm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:53 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;escpcially the pic of u in crathes going down the stairs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:53 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Dino:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;that one &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:54 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Dino:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;they finger themselves&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:54 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:54 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;haha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:54 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cfm wet until cannot wet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:54 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that picture of u is so oragsmic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:54 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Dino:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;correct&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:55 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i should upload more pics of u&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:55 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ptting u on sale&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:55 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;make some quick cash fromu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:55 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ppl sure call me to book u&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:55 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Dino:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;i realise we could make money &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:55 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Dino:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;girls should not get a dildo &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:55 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Dino:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;they should just get my pic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:56 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;correct&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:56 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Dino:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;hahaha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:56 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and then&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:56 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Dino:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;eh got no one beside you right&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:56 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nonop&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:56 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Dino:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;okk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:56 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i sitting one corner&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:56 AM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam Teo&lt;/span&gt; - School:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking sad&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:56 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Dino:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;good&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His theory on being an economically valuable person is also really very wonderful. It states that one should always be aesthetically valuable, increase your value with accessory like gold and branded stuff.  He said if ever a robber comes  to you for money; it simply shows that you are valuable. When the robber threatens you and you give him your valuables, then you'll be safe. You should be proud when you are robbed because you are valuable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-1303125534125060837?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/1303125534125060837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=1303125534125060837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/1303125534125060837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/1303125534125060837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/dino-mark-mohan-aka-fat-dog.html' title='Dino Mark Mohan (a.k.a Fat Dog)'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHbP3hWXcYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vmVJ0JJbprI/s72-c/Dino+in+shades+smoking.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-86226821905796809</id><published>2008-07-10T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:46:21.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thurs Mid-night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHZtoZx2MGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ais7dPT8jow/s1600-h/Me+N+Choon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHZtoZx2MGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ais7dPT8jow/s320/Me+N+Choon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221481358864822370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHZtop9GGqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RoQqWYRPzyM/s1600-h/Caleb+gone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHZtop9GGqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RoQqWYRPzyM/s320/Caleb+gone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221481363206970018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHZtpOgLbTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/D8izTmtCxfI/s1600-h/Caleb%28Ex+CGL+doing+this%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHZtpOgLbTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/D8izTmtCxfI/s320/Caleb%28Ex+CGL+doing+this%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221481373017795890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just completed some touch-ups on my FYP, I still need to understand the codes. Anyway I'm not sleeping yet, can't sleep I guess. Smoked a lot tonight, at least say 10 sticks. Due to the commitments and all these bullshits, really dam sickening. Last 4 days before the ordeal is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;""Had a chat with MR Cheang Choon Hock Kelvin Caleb earlier, I called to actually catch up with him. As usual, we talked about almost anything and everything under the sun. I told him that I'll be having dinner with someone this Sunday, prolly around Funan. He said " ah good lah we can meet up since I got work, pornstar also working there." I was like no lah cannot lah bro meeting someone lah must understand but I'm going there to get an i-pod first. He then told me I must meet you lah, long time ok 1 stick we smoke then I go work can?""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you would call play-hard-to-get, solid lah really. Unfortunately only he gives a damn, and that's very sad. No one else in my circle of friend bothers to even entertain me nowadays. What to do only he gets victimized by everyone, poor sad fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Comment for you bro Choon; When you are victimized, stay stucked.  Don't bother cause you wouldn't be able to get out, especially with your GF around. Since she is away now, you better have your desired fun but don't get caught. Saturday city hall, nice place I guess with a beautiful chick? Remember yeah don't get caught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-86226821905796809?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/86226821905796809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=86226821905796809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/86226821905796809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/86226821905796809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/thurs-mid-night.html' title='Thurs Mid-night'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHZtoZx2MGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ais7dPT8jow/s72-c/Me+N+Choon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-7595649857591896865</id><published>2008-07-10T05:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T06:10:49.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Sick</title><content type='html'>This is how amazing it can get; woke up this mor'n and got an asthma attack followed by a headache, flue and cough kicked in soon after. How bad this can be? I skipped school today because of my conditions, I've already anticipated this day to come after feeling a bit uncomfortable for the past 2 days. Today's module is really amazing for me personally because I've skipped fucking amazingly 8 times. Shhh, enough about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great talk with one of my twin cousins; we were talking about our future. LOL I can say that we really have great plans for the future but the problem is the present, because it is keeping us far away from our dreams and aspirations. I really do love him and his brother(twins), we basically grew up together and have always been close together. Our moms are twins as well and I kind of like the idea of going out with 2 sets of twins. So many things have happened within us but none of these has ever stopped us from being close, It is the twin bondage lah I'm telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday was the day I was supposed to go Zouk, guess what happened? There was one classmate of mine who msn-ed me on monday asking me why Wednesday is going to be the time of my life(My msn nick at that point of time)? I felt like replying because of you, I think that would have made her day. My last touches on FYP kept me from heading down to Zouk. I can imagine my friends were all having fun while me the poor little boy have to stay at home and do my FYP. I was entertaining Dino while he was travelling to Zouk, the conversation we always had was something filled with laughter peace and joy. Talking to him can really turn my mood around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation of the day with him yesterday;&lt;br /&gt;"A Sam entertain leh for awhile I in the bus lah going to Zouk, I scared lah later pai seh when I alight from the bus people see and recognize me lah". I replied "Don't worry lah you not big fuck people see then say hello loh" He then said this" How to lah u tell me you don't understand when I see that someone and that very same someone walks into members with me how lah he must be saying bloody poor fuck can come members but have to take bus". He then added" a good news lah I see got 1 fella alighting at zouk he must be another poor fuck like me". I can see from this conversation to why he always believed that being economically valuable is very important.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHYFgrOC0zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lsC9h4rwIrc/s1600-h/P1070613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHYFgrOC0zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lsC9h4rwIrc/s320/P1070613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221366876898251570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHYFhNoC9SI/AAAAAAAAAFU/emyJa9ryIm8/s1600-h/P1000546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHYFhNoC9SI/AAAAAAAAAFU/emyJa9ryIm8/s320/P1000546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221366886134117666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHYFhsKIrRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/z_Q4fErks80/s1600-h/Dino+dancing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHYFhsKIrRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/z_Q4fErks80/s320/Dino+dancing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221366894330162450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHYFimkfsYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4-AFx4tZwZw/s1600-h/P1070618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHYFimkfsYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4-AFx4tZwZw/s320/P1070618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221366910009979266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHYFiAhA7YI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rVtW0UuThXY/s1600-h/P1070316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHYFiAhA7YI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rVtW0UuThXY/s320/P1070316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221366899794832770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHYFiAhA7YI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rVtW0UuThXY/s1600-h/P1070316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHYFiAhA7YI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rVtW0UuThXY/s320/P1070316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221366899794832770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-7595649857591896865?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/7595649857591896865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=7595649857591896865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/7595649857591896865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/7595649857591896865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/falling-sick.html' title='Falling Sick'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHYFgrOC0zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lsC9h4rwIrc/s72-c/P1070613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-1374087547530723354</id><published>2008-07-08T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:07:42.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday - Object Orientated Programming</title><content type='html'>Today is Wednesday and today is the day I'm doing programming. Screwed up to the core, why have I not completed this module? Thanks to my absentee LoH!! Why LeHz, very sIeNz LeHz. Totally screwed up, regretted not putting in effort last semester thus now I need to repeat my module. All I can do right now is to delude myself into thinking only IF I do well for the next 5 weeks, my 8800 arte will come. Another delusion is for Sunday; the day I get my new i-pod, my clinique happy and my dinner with Shiyun. The itinerary for Sunday keeps me alive, can't wait for the new i-pod and my long awaited clinique happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinique happy: Wear and you shall be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I head to Zouk tonight for the time of my life? I wonder if the crew is going tonight and if they are who are the crews for tonight. Long time no see u guys, hope tonight we can meet up man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-1374087547530723354?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/1374087547530723354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=1374087547530723354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/1374087547530723354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/1374087547530723354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/wednesday-object-orientated-programming.html' title='Wednesday - Object Orientated Programming'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-7734071884873021251</id><published>2008-07-07T00:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:03:09.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wakey Wakey</title><content type='html'>I have this so damn bad trait, my sleeping habit. I've skipped school so many times simply because I was unable to wake up. The feeling sux when you woke up after a good rest knowing that you've missed school. It feels like as though you've not maximized your day or maybe sometimes you'll feel like you've wasted your entire day. This is what I feel practically 3-4 times a week, I need a diagnoses for this problem. Really same shit different day, I really re-tune my body and be more disciplined. Lord Jesus really please help me out, I really need to wake up for school everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-7734071884873021251?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/7734071884873021251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=7734071884873021251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/7734071884873021251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/7734071884873021251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/wakey-wakey.html' title='Wakey Wakey'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-916396764939394560</id><published>2008-07-06T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:05:32.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Warming Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHDqwP05EyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ULgR19Siz1U/s1600-h/P1070827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHDqwP05EyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ULgR19Siz1U/s320/P1070827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219930082725401378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically overslept for the most important part of the house warming, the "Lunch". Damn, this happened at 1pm and guess what I was doing at that time? I was sleeping, my gosh there goes my free lunch. Anyway I made my waydown to his place at around 4pm, AFTER LUNCH. On a serious note, I managed to see Kevin's beautiful, nice decorated house. Pics now as promised.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                        This is the girl; back view. She is camera-shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHDqw5wM9dI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Doxeh9XAqEs/s1600-h/P1070829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHDqw5wM9dI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Doxeh9XAqEs/s320/P1070829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219930093980022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHDqwmTx8VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BidXqNg7nAQ/s1600-h/P1070828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHDqwmTx8VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BidXqNg7nAQ/s320/P1070828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219930088760537426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHDqxBjkFdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xRcfqqPWUDs/s1600-h/P1070831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHDqxBjkFdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xRcfqqPWUDs/s320/P1070831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219930096074495442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHDqxuYsugI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bifGWV9dDw8/s1600-h/P1070836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHDqxuYsugI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bifGWV9dDw8/s320/P1070836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219930108108519938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;headed down to Funan after which to get my Hard-Disk. I'm so sorry Shi Yun for not being able to get the Hard-Disk from you, I was late; sorry. Ok I know it sounds bad BUT on the contrary she didn't wait for me exactly, she works there!! I feel bad but not very bad, Hahhahahahahah. The most important thing of course is my Western Digital 160gb Hard-Disk, I don't want history to repeat itself ever again. Stupid com crashed and my stuffs were all gone in an instant. I'll make it up to you one day girl. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-916396764939394560?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/916396764939394560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=916396764939394560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/916396764939394560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/916396764939394560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/house-warming-pics.html' title='House Warming Pics'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SHDqwP05EyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ULgR19Siz1U/s72-c/P1070827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-2412504891002553402</id><published>2008-07-05T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:08:59.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Warming - It can get really warm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SG_S5RhVkgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lp2Bwcy3hoo/s1600-h/P1070283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SG_S5RhVkgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lp2Bwcy3hoo/s320/P1070283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219622374543299074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SG_S55hsSOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KWe2FpYxmkk/s1600-h/P1070481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SG_S55hsSOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KWe2FpYxmkk/s320/P1070481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219622385282205922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SG_S6Y6irdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/I2J8AOys_xM/s1600-h/P1070483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SG_S6Y6irdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/I2J8AOys_xM/s320/P1070483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219622393707933138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SG_S64r2N3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/605ieZwgOfs/s1600-h/P1070480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SG_S64r2N3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/605ieZwgOfs/s320/P1070480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219622402236233586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days, the sweeter times. On the left we have Debbie and on the right we have Kevin Koo. Fuck lah no pics of Shi Yun. I'll see what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be heading to Kevin Koo's house tomorrow, for of course his house warming. His dad sold their old place for 505k and got this new place for 350k(excluding the 60k renovation). That simple equation works out to be a positive 95k. WTH, simple easy 95k. I wish I was Phillip Koo(Kevin's dad). Anyway I might be heading down to Funan after the house warming to meet this girl named Shi Yun. Not a date of course, but in any case I guess everyone will consider her. And of course I wish It was a date but unfortunately it isn't, ok maybe just not good enough for me. xD joking, it will always be my honor and privilege to date her. I'm going down to get a hard disk from her. Pics and more pics tomorrow, ok? Promise, for now nites nites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-2412504891002553402?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/2412504891002553402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=2412504891002553402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/2412504891002553402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/2412504891002553402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/house-warming-it-can-get-really-warm.html' title='House Warming - It can get really warm'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SG_S5RhVkgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lp2Bwcy3hoo/s72-c/P1070283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-5323007177808575632</id><published>2008-07-04T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:26:51.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam Teo'/><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SG4zJJ1YMVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CyF1JgrNYTs/s1600-h/Nice+Sonkok.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SG4zJJ1YMVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CyF1JgrNYTs/s320/Nice+Sonkok.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219165250520625490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright everyone I'm back after a 1yr absence. Exactly on this day a year ago was the last you've read on me. Currently my blog is still undergoing some construction but with the help of Leon's friends Eugene and Cecilia, I'm sure it will be a re-furbished place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-5323007177808575632?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/5323007177808575632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=5323007177808575632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5323007177808575632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5323007177808575632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/SG4zJJ1YMVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CyF1JgrNYTs/s72-c/Nice+Sonkok.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-4206550925770240550</id><published>2007-07-03T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:56:10.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once bitten twice shy</title><content type='html'>I made the decision to part with you. It is a decision made on my part with my own judgement. Don't question me on that, I know jolly well why I did what I did. Honestly I trusted my 6th sense because it has rarely let me down. Eversince I asked you back, things had been different and only you know why. Today or rather tonight I have found out why. Thank the Lord Jesus I made the decision long before this happening came to light. You asked me to return you the trust which I once had for you and I tried but unfortunately my 6th sense forbits me to do so. A leopard never change it spots REMEMBER THAT, I had learnt that catch phrase the hardest way possible in the history of mankind. Every promise was a lie and everything on your blog was a facade of yourself. How was I so blind and stupid to have even met you, I really wished you were never in my life. Rarely have I said or told anyone this and this might even be the first time for as far as I can remember. I knew an ending like this would awaits me and true enough you proved it right. I feel like a prophet whenever I'm with you, I feel like a notradamus as well because I always get my predctions right. To think you even rejected that guy who asked you for a one night stand, why didn't you agreed to that? Maybe that would have changed your perception and mindset of being in a relationship. I'm not dissapointed neither am I sad, I'm numbED to these. Now I don't even want the past neither do I want a new begining, I don't even want another begining at anypoint of time in my life. You said you made it very clear to him, LOL omg do you think I believed that? Bullshit to that and a big time fuck off to that lie. Seriously and honestly I had wanted a new start initially but after I came to know about what had happened, I merely kept to my words. I didn't really have a choice my dear, but then again thank you so much for giving me a way out. I love you seriously, for everything you did, you have done and for what you are doing. See now you understand why I made it clear to you even before I found out? Clever me or rather maybe just maybe stupid you. LOL joking anyway what I want to say here is this, everyone out there please take this as an example. Once bitten twice shy; never ever let things like these happen to you twice, its both embarressing and disgracing on your part. I felt it and I'm still feeling it but nonetheless for my case everyone whose involve feels it as well, don't you think so? So please don't get bitten twice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-4206550925770240550?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/4206550925770240550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=4206550925770240550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/4206550925770240550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/4206550925770240550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/07/once-bitten-twice-shy.html' title='Once bitten twice shy'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-8753595570329231023</id><published>2007-06-03T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:57:00.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st Bdae Choon Huat Zai</title><content type='html'>That was the wordings on the cake which I bought for Caleb(aka Choon). It was his 21st birthday celebration and it was held at Costa Sands East Coast. As usaul, although I was alittle dry but I still managed to buy him a cake and on top of that a little token, a voucher from flash and splash. He invited all of us(My brothers and I, which includes my cousin) and all of us were there celebrating with him. We drank, ate great nice food prepared by his childhood sweetheart and how to forget the most essential part of any event; we had a poker session. Choon was really childhood deprieved I guess or maybe he just wanted to bring back the good old childhood he once had, he demanded all of his guests to play "Taboo". We were all like "What the Fuck, kan ni na lah". Well in the end all of us complied to his demands as it was his first birthday of his adulthood. Well actaully he had stepped into adulthood long before this(Peranthood to be in fact, he jumped one stage of life). My group of brothers and I were in the same team, we were grouped together because we were from St.Pat's(Always proud tobe from there). Dino start to cheer our slogans and poems(123 321 St.pats gina number 1). Dino again has to be in the heat of the action, he taunted the other teams(All of you going to lose lah, we st.pats boys are too smart for games like these) and laughed at them when they have some other ideas about his taunts. Bryan Lim(Valentino Bull) said this:"st.pats will sent out 2 of their stupidest boy for such a game and we will win". After saying this he volunteered himself for the occasion. I have to give Choon credits for the way he consolidate all of us to be involved in the game. At the end of the day, true enough we patricians won the game hands down. We had our own form of celebrations after the show was over, we continued drinking and dsturbing others. At that very moment Jin flew off to New York City, hope she enjoys herself there, that blur girl. Oh well the party soon ended because Choon was high. too high for comfort I guess. He drank like a fish and he was as heong as an king leonalidis because he was as high as the sky. Dino and I met Chris's new girlfriend, Karen. Omg she is really a bomb, as hot as the sun, as beautiful as the sunset and as gorgeous as her mother. No exagerations but I might be sacatic, well up to you to decide. Dino, my cousin and I then went to desker road for some food(and i mean food). We ate the prawn mee there before heading home. It was a good night for me. Happy Birthday Choon, all the best in whatever you do. This is going to be the year for you. "Huat Zai"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-8753595570329231023?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/8753595570329231023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=8753595570329231023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/8753595570329231023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/8753595570329231023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-21st-bdae-choon-huat-zai.html' title='Happy 21st Bdae Choon Huat Zai'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-1258287973417011050</id><published>2007-06-03T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T11:12:36.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bus ride of my life.</title><content type='html'>I took the initiative to take some time off, just to talk to you because we were still pretty unsure of what's going on at that very point of time. You told me nothing about your life after we were through, I knew nuts about your life eversince. When I wanted to start this relationship again/afresh, you then enlightened me with one great piece of news. The great news is that you had been dating someone else. Why not tell me earlier, or at least let me know when I had asked you. Remember a similar incident? Your claim was that you chose to protect the both parties involved, "WOW, mad props to you". I remembered vividly saying "this is the end" but I didn't say we cannot start all over again right? I guess I do love you enough to give you a chance to change for the better, a better that would change alot more to the wonderful relationship we once had. It is not wrong of me to ask of that right? You had agreed to that clause with an ease on your face, with happiness blossomed in your heart and with a great big hug and a kiss from you to me(This is from a rythme btw). You had even asked for something that would mean alot for the both of us, you had also asked me to keep those things that you gave me. But the most intriging part of all which I will have to ask God for an enlightenment is that just moments after that your actions can speak otherwise. I was in the middle of the scene which featured both you and your new-found-loved-one cuddling, kissing and hugging. OHHH MYY GOD, readers out there, can you believe what I've just posted? I didn't believed my eyes either when I saw what I've posted, and that's why I've send you the SMS. The message within the SMS was something that was really from the bottom of my heart. Again "mad props to you", I've got nothing to say. At the end of the day when you asked me if both my perception and opinion of you would change I said no, until you have changed. Even your new-found-loved-one was shocked at what he had heared, but honestly I told the truth right? You can even follow him to his place when I merely asked you jokingly if you would follow me. Solid mindset of a solid person, someone we must always set our role-model upon. If you had not agreed to my request or if you had told me earlier about your new-found-loved-one,  I wouldn't have any qualms or queries about anything. I have done what I've needed to do and I've also enjoyed myslf with you. So I guess there's really no more another new chapter in this book of life. People say that lightning will not strike the same place twice but history might repeat itself. With these two sayings in mind, people thus settle for this "A leopard will never change its spots".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-1258287973417011050?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/1258287973417011050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=1258287973417011050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/1258287973417011050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/1258287973417011050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/06/bus-ride-of-my-life.html' title='The bus ride of my life.'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-2689164562649237947</id><published>2007-06-03T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T10:24:54.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another chapter in the Book Of Life........</title><content type='html'>This few weeks(4 to be in fact) had not been really good for me. I guess there's always an end to something, especially somethings that you really do treasure. I'm sadened but yet happy that this chapter has closed, though it is an oxymoron but I guess this is what people would call mixed feelings. I chose to close this chapter and refuse to read on because I can foresee the outcome, an outcome that would not benefit either of us, an outcome that would only bring us nowhere and an outcome that would see both of us tired of trying. I guess it would have been perfect if things had worked out the way we wanted it to but this is life, we both have to face it, not all things will come your way. I have my reasons for making such a crucial decision. Firstly its because I'm just afraid that I might not live up to your expectations, though you don't mind but honestly you are affected by it, I don't want to see you being affected by it. You may look at it as a permanant solution to a temporary problem but I think that's just a part of it. Another thing is that I guess you don't know what it takes to maximise the potential of a relationship, we are not talking about makin it work. There wasn't any accountability, there wasn't any discussion and neither was there any considerations for others when you are frustrated. I choose to believe that these are your traits, not your flaws. I always believed that things that are not resolved will only get bigger as it moves on with time, this was where reality kicked in for me, thus I made the decision. I hope for that one day when you can come back to me telling me that you understood what I meant, then let me tell you that you had made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-2689164562649237947?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/2689164562649237947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=2689164562649237947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/2689164562649237947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/2689164562649237947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-chapter-in-book-of-life.html' title='Another chapter in the Book Of Life........'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-6908469207818643321</id><published>2007-04-19T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:59:03.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Space</title><content type='html'>At times how I just wished that I could have the same amount of space as I used to have before taking up this commitment. I guess at times how I wished I can just do my own things by myself, Just time alone or with my loved ones(friends and family). I mean just at times. I know you love me alot, as much as my friends or maybe even more than them. I just keep thinking that your degree of love you have for me has came to this point because of whatever that has happened. Love blossoms, I know(We all need time to love that someone, not just as lovers but as friends as well. Right?) but this is like the extreme case of such a situation. I'm really feeling more and more like the above described especially when I'm thinking about what had happened. I know I cannot just give everything up just like that; it is a responsibility, a cause and a relationship(mind you). Maybe I might just need a break or something like that. Sometimes I mean sometimes I just wished that you could treat me like how my friends and my dad treats me. I don't think you know how as it is not either your forte or your characteristics. They would just allow me to do whatever I want(even though they know it's not advicesable) but they are there for me at the end of the day when I fall. My friends and I have not met up as frequently as used to, I'm making the effort now guys. I love you all, every single on of you. They again allowed me to drift away but when I went back to them, they welcomed me back with arms wide open. This really reminds me of a parable in the bible(The prodical son in the books of matthew). I have to say that I really appreciate everything everyone of you has done for me. I Sam Teo will always remember for as long as I live(I have quite a good memory.Lol).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-6908469207818643321?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/6908469207818643321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=6908469207818643321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/6908469207818643321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/6908469207818643321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/04/personal-space.html' title='Personal Space'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-8842987750444090265</id><published>2007-04-19T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:30:37.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking back</title><content type='html'>Looking at how things have went, I guess I was just too frustrated to even think. I had almost screwed someone for things he had done which had affected me directly(I won't blame someone for affecting me indirectly), luckily I didn't(I guess that's not something he deserved). It is very true that the person had affected me but I did not look at the bigger picture, who had caused this to happen? I shouldn't have really blamed that someone as it is not entirely his fault. I did not do that just to protect the person I love but rather I was just really furious by the things that had happened, to the extend that I couldn't really have a clear mind. I did blamed that loved one of mine as I sincerly believed that it takes both hands to clap. I had a serious talk with her over this, we have reached an understanding between the both of us. Everything is over already, I've moved on with it. What's over is over, what has been done has been done, so be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-8842987750444090265?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/8842987750444090265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=8842987750444090265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/8842987750444090265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/8842987750444090265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/04/thinking-back.html' title='Thinking back'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-5729890492430926436</id><published>2007-04-18T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:58:36.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised</title><content type='html'>As promised, I will publish this post on my blog. I have talked to Kenny last week, we spoke on the phone for almost 3 hours. We had actually cleared the air with regards to any misunderstanding/s. I don't blame him for his actions or for whatever he has done to me, I guess the main culprit has to be the one and only(I bet you know who). It is because of her, a small problem had escalated into one with full of confusion, deceit, deception and anger. I'm not venting my frustrations on you through this blog, I guess I had already told you that personally. I don't blame you entirely, it is not something you have anticipated or planned but rather it has to do with the way you handled this issue. I hope you can learn from this. I have to say that I was frustrated by what had happened(My previous post). But now after understanding what had happened, why it happened and how it happened, I guess I have chose to look at it in a different point of view, I'm now looking at the root of the problem(The way she dealt with this situation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I have to say that I have cooled down after this whole saga, who wouldn't? It is a matter of time. I'm really glad to have spoken to kenny(We cleared the air). Dear culprit, I sincerly hope you'll learn a thing or two from this whole incident. I also hope that in future, you'll know how to handle things better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-5729890492430926436?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/5729890492430926436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=5729890492430926436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5729890492430926436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5729890492430926436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-promised.html' title='As Promised'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-4937613512923881378</id><published>2007-04-01T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:58:28.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SouthPark</title><content type='html'>I'm fucking pissed with you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kenny&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hope you read this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). Please convey the message I have for him, I bet my last dollar you don't want me to do it myself. On friday(29th March), I was supposed to meet Dino and Greon at Kranji at 6.20pm. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks to you I was fucking late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I went to meet Dino at chao chu kang at about 6.40pm first before proceeding to Kranji to meet Greon. We were there at about 7.40pm. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had missed the fucking first two races&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the turfclub, that&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;could have made me a handsome pile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Thank God I didn't miss the third. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You wanted to meet Jin but just because she was late, you refused to talk to her. Who you think you are? A big shot? or a dua pai? Your incorrigible and petty action caused her to walk away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She had to trouble me by massaging me and calling me, telling me about what had happend but I don't blame her,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; you caused her to be in that state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This caused me to be late for the race&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A saying goes; find the root of the problem and kill it, only then your problem is solved. You are the root of the problem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After she walked off, you got the cheek to find her up and meet her at clarke quay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You are there happily eating your dinner away while I on the other hand was frustrated for missing the two races. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your actions are contradicting; you refused to talk but after she walked away, you went to look for her(LOL, Where is the face man, ain't you ashamed?).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And today, on the 1st of april your actions caused me to wait for Jin at Seah Imm for an hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You looked up for her at work, she had to entertain you and because of that her ging-gang had to wait for her as well. Seriously are you ashamed of yourself? I mean seriously. I don't care what had happened between the both of you or what is going to happend but please don't bother and irritate me like you have. (The above mentioned)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have thought alot, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this may even reflect on your upbringing. Maybe your parents were not good enough in parenting because they had failed to educate you on the values of thinking for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The above mentioned are examples of you not sparing a thought for others. Maybe you are thinking I'm a mad person blogging this just to vent my frustrations or how have I intruded your tranquility. If you have such thinkings, it is either you are blind, you are illiterate or you have just proved my point. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you have further queries, please feel free to drop me an E-Mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can meet up, talk about this over a cup of coffee.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thanks for your precious time kenny. God bless you, take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-4937613512923881378?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/4937613512923881378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=4937613512923881378' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/4937613512923881378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/4937613512923881378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/04/southpark.html' title='SouthPark'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-4825631966405439744</id><published>2007-04-01T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:17:36.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz</title><content type='html'>After all that has happend, I've moved on and I'm trying not to let whatever that has happened affect me and I guess it didn't. The trust, care and love I have for you is coming back. You have proved yourself. Haiz, we should always take things in our stride and not dwell on it for too long. You know that I have not treated you like this before, I hope you'll understand that it was me being frustrated and thus this happened. Things will get better though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-4825631966405439744?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/4825631966405439744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=4825631966405439744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/4825631966405439744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/4825631966405439744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/04/haiz.html' title='Haiz'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-3691096289859813467</id><published>2007-04-01T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:04:25.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearly worn a green hat. Thank God I trusted my 6th sense</title><content type='html'>I guess after whatever that has happened, I don’t think I can trust, care and love you like I used to. I am absolutely disappointed by your actions. When a vase is cracked, no matter how you mend it, the cracks will still surface. I feel like an absolute fool when the incident happened, I don’t bloody understand what were you thinking when you carried out your actions. What went through your mind, what were your thoughts and what or how you felt? I have no idea about any of those above. You refuse to talk about it whenever I asked for clarifications, this is not going to help but who cares I mean you asked me to promise you never to rack up the past. I have not put in the same amount of effort as I used to anymore, maybe not at this point of time. Time will heal all wounds, forgive and forget, and maybe even not to get caught in the past but honestly how many of you really believe in that? We can forgive and we can move on but how many of us can forget? Not at least for me though. I will always remember what had happened, not because I’m petty or resentful but rather because I like to think about things thoroughly. I just don’t understand this; if you were willing to let me go or at least your actions says so, why bother keeping me now when I wanted to leave? Or is it just that you want the better of both worlds? When you know I wanted to leave real bad, you wouldn’t, you loved me too much? Why all this happened then in the first place. The most frustrating thing is that you can still question the things I do, the things I say and question my prerogative about this whole saga. The best part of all is that I can get emotionally blackmailed, what the hell went really wrong? You were scary; I swear you scared the living hell out of me when we spoke. Where was the lovely person I once knew, where was the bubbly person I once loved? You have changed a lot during this period of time for me but do you think that’s what I really want? Nowadays you keep a lot of comments or suggestions to yourself and you refuse to vent your frustrations at me, that’s really wonderful, I love it. I don’t know if you are afraid because I might rack up the past or you have changed to be submissive to me? But whatever the case is, just don’t repress every dam thing inside, that’s not what I want. You jolly well know that there’s still that little care, love and trust always waiting for you to fall back on. I’m still willing to try, I have forgiven you because everyone makes mistakes but remember this is not a reason or an excuse for you to continue your mistake. Am amendment has to be made and I’m patiently waiting for that to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-3691096289859813467?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/3691096289859813467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=3691096289859813467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/3691096289859813467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/3691096289859813467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/04/nearly-worn-green-hat-thank-god-i.html' title='Nearly worn a green hat. Thank God I trusted my 6th sense'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-5417558495920069234</id><published>2007-04-01T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T10:27:05.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G.Q</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Rg_rUBo99-I/AAAAAAAAADs/n7lkJbSuHDQ/s1600-h/Gerard+in+a+cute+pose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048512436575795170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Rg_rUBo99-I/AAAAAAAAADs/n7lkJbSuHDQ/s320/Gerard+in+a+cute+pose.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Rg_rURo99_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/tE54lLGcKsA/s1600-h/Gerard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048512440870762482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Rg_rURo99_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/tE54lLGcKsA/s320/Gerard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Gerard Quek,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been away for quite some time already. I really appreciate the call I received from you in US the other day. Alot of things have actually happened and you missed SP's birthday. I don't think I have any time left from my holidays to spend with you, but we still have to catch up soon. Lastly, I really hope you are enjoying and will still enjoy your reamaining time from your vacation there. I will organise the soccer match as specifically instructed by you. Remember one thing; Enjoy yourself while you settle your agenda, don't be confused. Your God-sister working in fresh imp at heeren will be proud of you. Take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Paulnet&lt;br /&gt;(Pauline and Janet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-5417558495920069234?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/5417558495920069234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=5417558495920069234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5417558495920069234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5417558495920069234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/04/gq.html' title='G.Q'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Rg_rUBo99-I/AAAAAAAAADs/n7lkJbSuHDQ/s72-c/Gerard+in+a+cute+pose.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-896116414916830856</id><published>2007-03-07T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:12:39.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got my results a few days back, I just managed a boderline pass with the help of my almighty God, lord Jesus. Like I have blogged previously(My first year), I'm very lucky to have passed my yr 1. This enables me to study my 2nd yr in the course of my studies. That post has said it all for me to as why I have ended up with a boderline &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re78Smyaa_I/AAAAAAAAACw/LC2UJh_BmRg/s1600-h/P1070403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039242429654002674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re78Smyaa_I/AAAAAAAAACw/LC2UJh_BmRg/s320/P1070403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pass. I don't have to say anything else. You'll Understand why after looking at these pictures;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re7_ImyabDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/U2JIA2dszIE/s1600-h/P1070488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039245556390194226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re7_ImyabDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/U2JIA2dszIE/s320/P1070488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re78SGyaa-I/AAAAAAAAACo/sWbaILbtoCY/s1600-h/P1070401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039242421064068066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re78SGyaa-I/AAAAAAAAACo/sWbaILbtoCY/s320/P1070401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re7_I2yabFI/AAAAAAAAADg/e9MY8f2zqj8/s1600-h/Picture+1940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039245560685161554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re7_I2yabFI/AAAAAAAAADg/e9MY8f2zqj8/s320/Picture+1940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re7_HmyabBI/AAAAAAAAADA/fQXgL1cup_M/s1600-h/P1070425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039245539210325010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re7_HmyabBI/AAAAAAAAADA/fQXgL1cup_M/s320/P1070425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re7_IGyabCI/AAAAAAAAADI/vyyGZVbIFZA/s1600-h/P1070487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039245547800259618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re7_IGyabCI/AAAAAAAAADI/vyyGZVbIFZA/s320/P1070487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re7_ImyabEI/AAAAAAAAADY/sjsDUsXTO90/s1600-h/Picture+2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039245556390194242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re7_ImyabEI/AAAAAAAAADY/sjsDUsXTO90/s320/Picture+2020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re78RWyaa8I/AAAAAAAAACY/l9k8J0nboJU/s1600-h/Class6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039242408179166146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re78RWyaa8I/AAAAAAAAACY/l9k8J0nboJU/s320/Class6.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-896116414916830856?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/896116414916830856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=896116414916830856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/896116414916830856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/896116414916830856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-got-my-results-few-days-back-i-just.html' title='My First Year'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re78Smyaa_I/AAAAAAAAACw/LC2UJh_BmRg/s72-c/P1070403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-5487896404717227565</id><published>2007-03-07T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:22:13.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26th Feb</title><content type='html'>On the day of 26th Feb........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is one of those few days which I personally cannot forget. It is the day which I was born many years back. I have to say that I don't really remember many of these 26th Feb days but only that handful which are memorable to me. This year's 26th Feb is memorable, I guess why it was memorable was because I had it celebrated with my good friends and my loved ones. I had a soccer game earlier that day with an opponent made up of my classmates. My team consisting some of my good friends beat them with a very convincing score line of 10-2 and I scored a goal(Wow, almost a goal for every game). This is not very suprising as my team had 2 players who had trained with the national team previously. After that memorable match, we headed for dinner at coconut groove. I got to know that place through Jin and we both frequent that place very often ever since. We both loved that place because we both think that it is a very chillout place, a place whereby we can just sit back, relax and enjoy whatever we are doing or having. The dinner was the highlight of the day, I seldom get to have dinner with my loved ones and with my friends altogether. And that really creates a very enjoyable atmosphere for all of us. Thank you very much brothers for being there and making it a really special night for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-5487896404717227565?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/5487896404717227565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=5487896404717227565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5487896404717227565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/5487896404717227565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/03/26th-feb.html' title='26th Feb'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-8922959708726994297</id><published>2007-02-22T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:51:52.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fateful night to remember</title><content type='html'>I'm really sorry for what had happened last night. I was really fustrasted and my reaction towards you was really uncalled for. I remebered you running away in tears after you said that you didn't want to see me again, because you were upset with me for shouting at you and saying things which would be better off not said. I tired to find you and when I did, you told me you didn't have time to talk and so I walked away in anger, after telling you that I have made my decision. To me, I felt like we were strangers again. You called me back and I came back from my walk towards the nearest location where I could have gotten food. When I got back, you were still upset and hurt from things that I've said to you and on the other hand I'm still quite frustrated by what had happened. I told you sacastically that it was entirely my fault that things has reached its climax and that was there anything I could do to make you happy one last time before I make my leave and never to return. I even told you that if a slap on my face would make you happy, I would galdly allow it to happen as it will end everything there and then sweet. Instead you clung on to me like a kualur bear like always and you asked me a very intriguing question; are you really gonna leave me? I told you to get off me and I shouted really loud at you when you refuse to comply. I said" can you get the fuck up and sit down here, can you fucking stop whinning". You asked me what was I waiting for and I told you I was waiting for snow to fall in Singapore and money to drop from the trees. I saw the anguish when I shouted those words to you, you left without saying a word. You returned and asked me again but I just couldn't bring myself to give you an answer after I saw how you were crying and whilling loudly. You even felt like puking when you were totally upset and hurt by all those actions and words of mine. I have never wanted this to happened, not even in my dreams. It was just a moment of fury that resulted in this, things are back to normal though and I'm really happy with that for now. It really goes to show how much you love me, I've been really blunt with my words. I guess only my really good friends(Brothers) can and have accepted and have not taken it to heart for things that I've said to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-8922959708726994297?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/8922959708726994297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=8922959708726994297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/8922959708726994297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/8922959708726994297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/02/fateful-night-to-remember.html' title='Fateful night to remember'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-8649718811995068359</id><published>2007-02-22T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:17:38.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to you</title><content type='html'>I guess the least I could do for you is to be there for you, to love you and to care for you. After knowing what you are going through or have gone through, put it in short, this is the least someone could do as a person. Love is about giving at self-expense and it is also about how much it cost for you to say it. You don't expect anything in return because if you do, that's an investment. When you love that special someone, you'll do almost anything that is sound for that someone even if it will cost you something. It is because you love that person and that's why you are willing to go the extra mile. It is love that enables you to go on and on to do things for that someone, things which you might not do for anyone else in this world. I don't expect anything for things which I've done, I just want you to be happy. It is because of love that I've done everything. You can give without loving but you cannot love without giving. I cannot promise you that what you are going through will get better but I can promise you that I'll try my best to continue loving you.  I'll leave you off with this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a walk on a street of gold but rather life is like an amazing race. You are bound to face challenges in your everyday life(You need to complete a roadblock before you can reach your destination). You know there are challenges but what you do not know is what it requires you to complete it. Nothing in this world is impossible, every problem has a solution. Everything happens for a reason. It either happens for you to learn something from it or to shape you as a person. You have to get something out of it when you are out of it. It may seem impossible but rest assured that it'll be over one fine day. Everything on this earth has a lifespan and this includes problem/s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-8649718811995068359?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/8649718811995068359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=8649718811995068359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/8649718811995068359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/8649718811995068359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/02/dedicated-to-you.html' title='Dedicated to you'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-6144684613033225871</id><published>2007-02-17T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:31:20.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RddIW1BM8QI/AAAAAAAAABs/RVXSxr_EmsE/s1600-h/P1070517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032570665636262146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RddIW1BM8QI/AAAAAAAAABs/RVXSxr_EmsE/s320/P1070517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanx for the really nice valentine's day gift Jin, I love it. It was something simple but you made it memorable. I saw the amount of effort, hardwork, sweat and blood and of course the love you had put into the gift. I have to say that I was really touched when I recieved the gift. Though it was just a simple photo montage in a book, but it is really something worth keeping and worth looking through again and agian and again. I remembered you asking me to look through the book, and when I did, the very first thing that came to my mind was that those captions you had put on every picture speaks alot for itself. I figured that those words were priceless because it was from the heart. Further more, those pictures with those captions really creates a story for itself and also a chapter in that very event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;These are some of my favorite pictures.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RddJUlBM8RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Rp-imy5pWw8/s1600-h/P1070518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032571726493184274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RddJUlBM8RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Rp-imy5pWw8/s320/P1070518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RddLGlBM8SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/20dWWhVLvFw/s1600-h/P1070520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032573684998271266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RddLGlBM8SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/20dWWhVLvFw/s320/P1070520.JPG" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-6144684613033225871?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/6144684613033225871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=6144684613033225871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/6144684613033225871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/6144684613033225871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RddIW1BM8QI/AAAAAAAAABs/RVXSxr_EmsE/s72-c/P1070517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-8075865814716279070</id><published>2007-02-09T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:12:54.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Year</title><content type='html'>I guess I'm someone who always start damn well but towards the end, it is always unpredictable. It is the same shit for my studies. Same shit, different day, I would call it. I remebered starting really well for my studies but towards the end its always the same result. I have effectively screwed myself up. On bad days, I'll skip school, on good days, I'm late. Luckily luck has always been on my side when it comes to things with regards to my life. Luckily after calculating my results I just managed to scrape through to yr2. Thanx God ballz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave you guys out there with this saying; Its not how you start but it is how you end, be a good finisher for every race you are in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-8075865814716279070?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/8075865814716279070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=8075865814716279070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/8075865814716279070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/8075865814716279070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-first-year.html' title='My First Year'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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-5547647306373002780.post-2006081740231592410</id><published>2007-02-06T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:37:34.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind Helpful Soul</title><content type='html'>I was boarding bus 161 with Jin from woodlands interchange to hougang when suddenly I realized that I had no coins for the bus ride. I then asked Jin for some coins when suddenly this great, nice, gorgoues and sweet girl came up to me with coins for my bus ride. I was shocked at first but when I managed to regain my composure, I immediatly thanked her for her help. I really appreciate people like this. Though I do not know her but I still hope for all the best for her. Thanks a miilion yeah girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-2006081740231592410?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/2006081740231592410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=2006081740231592410' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/2006081740231592410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/2006081740231592410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/02/kind-helpful-soul.html' title='Kind Helpful Soul'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-8737908735671639525</id><published>2007-02-02T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T09:59:03.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Work and Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;With regards to my previous 2 posts, I think you can see the relationship I have with my brothers. I have to work because it is about me helping my beloved cousin. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate it when his number appears on my mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but with not much of a choice, I have to answer it whether by hook or by crook. I could have guessed what he is going to say next; it is either we are going out or we are going to work. When it is the latter, I will be in awe at the same time strandard with nothing left to say. I will just have to oblige to that subtle request of his. I guess at times we have to sacrifice for people we have in our hearts because of the fact that you'll know they will do the same when you are in that same shit. Obviously I hate it when it is my turn to do likewise, but without a shadow of a doubt, I will see to it. The reason why he asked me this favour is because Chinese New Year is approaching and his business is booming big time(He took more than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;an hour to count his $50 dollar bills ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with me watching by his side =)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Those of you who are thinking of robbing, please kindly drop that idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). I have to say that although it is a favour and I don't expect anything in return but the catch for helping him can be really big. To stay at his place is like a stay at a five star hotel's presidental suite. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a maid who will take care of eveything, meals are provided(Shark's fin, abalone, fish maw..I'm drooling), ciggarates are provided as well(Marlboro reds) and I can see my beloved&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u Ma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But so much so for the enjoyment, lets talk about work. The place is pretty alright for a market like setting around bugis area. The crowd is amazing, they people from the earlier generations. They love to do what they do best; bargaining. They can do that till the donkey brays, but the best thing is that they are willing to do it for even half a cent. The job scope is the most sickening part of all. You have to serve people like these in the above mentioned condition, sound simple? Go try. After work for your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OT(Overtime), you have to pack and Thumba(add) things. This is the most tideous part of all, the work load is never ending and that's the reason why the workers are always there till 12am the earliest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This is as much as I can describe but when you try it, you'll &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcN6ncxqNQI/AAAAAAAAABU/Fb9YvLbEUXw/s1600-h/P1020487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026996427233572098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcN6ncxqNQI/AAAAAAAAABU/Fb9YvLbEUXw/s320/P1020487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;understand what I mean. Tio boh Bryan Lim?(&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He can report to work at 3pm when it starts at 10am, he can ask for advance pay on his first day of work and he can hide in the store when it is his responsibility to work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). I sympathise with you when you got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, until today I still do. But I hope you can give me credit when it is due for my working ethics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Converation between Bryan Lim and his Tao kay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcN70cxqNRI/AAAAAAAAABc/jYOISE_9Rgc/s1600-h/P1070293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026997750083499282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcN70cxqNRI/AAAAAAAAABc/jYOISE_9Rgc/s320/P1070293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tao Kay&lt;/span&gt;: Bryan Lim eh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;: bua sai lah wua mia lit ko ai zou kang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tao Kay&lt;/span&gt;: Lan lah lim liao ke kun mia lit ke liao zuo(He pretend not to have heared this part) &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;: Oh na si kong lim mia lit mian zuo kang ah, wah swee lah lim ah lim ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tao Kay&lt;/span&gt;: lan ah, le lim liao ke kun mia lit ai zuo a bo bian. Boh kao lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;: Liao lah bua sai lah (He ended drinking in the end) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Brayn came running to us : Die lah die lah I thought if I drink i dont have to work tomorrow. I'm stuck lah. &lt;/span&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/5547647306373002780-8737908735671639525?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/8737908735671639525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=8737908735671639525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/8737908735671639525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/8737908735671639525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/02/work-work-and-work.html' title='Work, Work and Work'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcN6ncxqNQI/AAAAAAAAABU/Fb9YvLbEUXw/s72-c/P1020487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-4707647621700784129</id><published>2007-02-01T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:23:24.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest Cousin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcGjb8xqNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/k93yeLVP1Kc/s1600-h/IMG_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026478359688393970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcGjb8xqNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/k93yeLVP1Kc/s320/IMG_0655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcGizMxqNOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UNG0HEhfYhU/s1600-h/P1070294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026477659608724706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcGizMxqNOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UNG0HEhfYhU/s320/P1070294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The important thing in life is to have someone you look up to, someone who will be there for you, someone who cares and love you and someone who inspires you. For me one such person is my cousin. He takes care of my friends and I, he regard us as his own cousins. There is no favourtism or whatsoever shown when we are going out. He have taught us a lot of valuble lessons in life, some of which I'm still holding by until today. No one is perfect, everyone fuck up at times but most importantly is to forgive, forget and move on. We have our fair share of quarrels but we are still on good terms. The only cousin I have who really loves me like a younger brother, what more can I ask for? I love you from the bottom of my heart, thanx for everything.&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/5547647306373002780-4707647621700784129?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/4707647621700784129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=4707647621700784129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/4707647621700784129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/4707647621700784129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/02/dearest-cousin.html' title='Dearest Cousin'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcGjb8xqNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/k93yeLVP1Kc/s72-c/IMG_0655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-3460537003568628380</id><published>2007-01-31T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:00:52.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess in life everyone needs to have good friends, I'm very glad I have. Long zong s&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcGbSMxqNKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jaCV8eUdZ14/s1600-h/IMG_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026469396091647138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcGbSMxqNKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jaCV8eUdZ14/s320/IMG_0586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcGdssxqNNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yH5AgJdQu-I/s1600-h/IMG_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026472050381436114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcGdssxqNNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yH5AgJdQu-I/s320/IMG_0671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;brothers; thats what my friends and I would say. People like Dino, Gerard, Boss, Luke, Bryan, Ah Leong(aka Dr Leong) and many others, you know who you are. All of you have a place in my heart. Brothers come first, girls can wait, famous saying from the group. I just want you guys to know that I've been really busy recently but rest assured, we'll still have our good times and fun. Memories really bring back memories, we'll be visiting places like this soon. I missed those times we had in Zouk, Baby Face, Las Vagas and other KTVs. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcGc-sxqNMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MgWs0SO9bR0/s1600-h/IMG_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026471260107453634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="236" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcGc-sxqNMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MgWs0SO9bR0/s320/IMG_0598.JPG" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcGb_cxqNLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZRT27NE7UoI/s1600-h/IMG_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026470173480727730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="254" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcGb_cxqNLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZRT27NE7UoI/s320/IMG_0590.JPG" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-3460537003568628380?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/3460537003568628380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=3460537003568628380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/3460537003568628380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/3460537003568628380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/01/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/RcGbSMxqNKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jaCV8eUdZ14/s72-c/IMG_0586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547647306373002780.post-3702724514561458577</id><published>2007-01-31T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:37:52.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey everyone, I guess this is my first time blogging, wonderful. I'm a late bloomer in this area, but I hope to make up for that. I hope to post more post from now on. New year new beginning, so I hope everyone out there you'll have a great year ahead.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re7382yaa7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Fgl9UP2drCg/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039237657945336754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="216" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re7382yaa7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Fgl9UP2drCg/s320/DSC00044.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re7382yaa7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Fgl9UP2drCg/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547647306373002780-3702724514561458577?l=samteo87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/feeds/3702724514561458577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547647306373002780&amp;postID=3702724514561458577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/3702724514561458577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547647306373002780/posts/default/3702724514561458577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samteo87.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Sam Teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190876401738157722</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgXBwb5Z2Pw/Re7382yaa7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Fgl9UP2drCg/s72-c/DSC00044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
