<?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-5712605</id><updated>2011-08-01T22:16:19.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, what a beautiful mess this is</title><subtitle type='html'>And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>859</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-4415720665358260977</id><published>2010-11-04T09:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T09:47:44.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An awesome speech:------Written by Adrian Tan, author of The Teenage Textbook (1988), was the  guest-of-honour at a recent NTU convocation ceremony. This was his speech to the graduating class of 2008.----- I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee  School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your  convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4415720665358260977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4415720665358260977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#4415720665358260977' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-3945762351378211357</id><published>2010-10-28T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T23:41:58.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been feeling very disgruntled with work.At times, I can feel my rage bubbling dangerously, just skimming the surface. Other times, I want to throw my arms up in utter despair &amp; give msyelf up to tears. I have to suppress it all though, or others may think I'm a complete psycho.But I can't fight these feelings forever, &amp; I don't know how to make things right. I think I need a sabbatical.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3945762351378211357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3945762351378211357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#3945762351378211357' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-1523560076615111684</id><published>2010-10-23T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T00:10:25.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I met the Phantom Orange/Olive Shirt Guy! Woohoo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1523560076615111684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1523560076615111684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#1523560076615111684' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/TMG3GUpOajI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8zZQ3k2yISI/s72-c/IMG_0370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-4920188332365412933</id><published>2010-10-13T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T00:20:57.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In case you're wondering, I would like vouchers for my birthay this year. Much more convenient right!Tangs vouchers would be awesome, as I'm looking at buying cosmetics from MAC, Benefit &amp; Clinique, Bobbi Brown &amp; such. :) Robinsons/John Little vouchers are welcomed too! If there are Watsons vouchers, I'll be delighted as well. I'm a fan of Watson &amp; can totally spend an hour or up in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4920188332365412933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4920188332365412933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#4920188332365412933' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-2273827013783262933</id><published>2010-10-05T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:52:03.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So recently, my favourite song has been All-Time Low by The Wanted. Have never heard of the band, never bothered to look them up but was contented to listen to the song on repeat &amp; have it as my ringtone.&amp; then Vidz looked them up &amp; guess what? DAMN BOYBAND.The walk, the random swaying, the zoom-in shots, the abrupt shot of them doing an extremely choreographed dance move...it's all very done to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2273827013783262933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2273827013783262933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#2273827013783262933' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-4310834328164897871</id><published>2010-10-05T22:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:10:04.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I've been watching Ok Go's White Knuckles &amp; End Love on replay mode - End Love especially.I can't help it! The colours, the choreography, the stop-motion, the goose, the look of intense concentration on their faces, Damian Kulash - so much love. &amp; the music catches on! :) The amount of hard work put into their music videos is amazing. First, Here It Goes Again on the threadmill, then the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4310834328164897871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4310834328164897871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#4310834328164897871' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-809162905849595360</id><published>2010-09-06T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:18:51.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It upsets me when my intentions are misinterpreted.Just read an old entry of a friend, &amp; realised that she made a nasty remark about something I did which was done for pure &amp; harmless fun. I did seek approval prior, to ensure that the subject has no problems with it, &amp; was informed that it would be absolutely ok to proceed.To which I did &amp; to the good laugh of many (including the very popular &amp; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/809162905849595360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/809162905849595360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#809162905849595360' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-7938791318769541778</id><published>2010-09-01T08:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T00:28:10.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a while.Well, nothing much has changed, which leads me to this question - is my life stagnant? Am I happy where I am?In terms of career advancement, not so much. I can't really say why here, but it's just a culmination of things I'm disgruntled with. Don't get me wrong - I do like my job scope &amp; I'm lucky that I'm doing something interesting, for which I have a passion for. But there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/7938791318769541778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/7938791318769541778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#7938791318769541778' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-1550231149884801875</id><published>2010-07-30T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T22:31:50.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the stage where I become old &amp; give up on technology.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1550231149884801875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1550231149884801875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#1550231149884801875' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-5982049568601929997</id><published>2010-04-24T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T00:14:43.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eargh.It fucking pisses me off when I'm blamed for mistakes which are by no means my fault.Fuck this shit. I'm too self-righteous to take things lying down. If it's my fault, I'll readily admit it &amp; apologise. But it just wasn't.Kthxbye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/5982049568601929997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/5982049568601929997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#5982049568601929997' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-4309295235129630596</id><published>2010-04-14T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:13:19.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish I could stop this tide of feelings that bubble up whenever I feel left out in certain scenarios.I wish I could believe when I say "it's not me; they're not obligated to include me ALL the time; the world doesn't revolve around me".I wish I could care less about what people may think of me.I wish I could rid myself of insecurities.I wish I could give a derisive snort, &amp; flip the world the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4309295235129630596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4309295235129630596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#4309295235129630596' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-3893450887879004594</id><published>2010-04-11T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:14:24.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man, I really thought Michael Lynch was leaving. Daryl &amp; I both wanted him to, since his arrogance is getting on our nerves &amp; out of hand.WHY DID THEY SAVE HIM? Anyways, after he really leaves for good, I'll be pretteh sad every elimination round, no matter who leaves. I kinda like all of them, even Tim Urban. Yes, he can't sing as well as the rest but he's cute &amp; has a damn good attitude about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3893450887879004594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3893450887879004594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#3893450887879004594' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-236442295863384264</id><published>2010-03-03T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:36:32.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is bad.I'm sick of technology.I'm sick of blogging, sick of Twitter.The only thing I still do is Facebook.I think I'm getting old.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/236442295863384264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/236442295863384264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#236442295863384264' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-1265090150432116715</id><published>2010-02-25T09:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:23:21.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, it's best not to get your hopes too high, as you're only setting yourself up for disappointment.That feeling sucks.I know.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1265090150432116715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1265090150432116715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#1265090150432116715' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-2842144389977842265</id><published>2010-02-01T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:54:01.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So last week was a good week.A stranger asked me out, which hasn't happened in ages. &amp; he's extremely cute too, with blonde hair &amp; intense grey eyes. He scared the shit out of me though, prodding me really hard on the shoulder from behind, which made me squeak &amp; jump a little.But of course I declined. He could be a psycho/cannibal for all I know, &amp; he was probably looking for a booty call because</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2842144389977842265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2842144389977842265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#2842144389977842265' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-3293733920421880078</id><published>2010-02-01T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:14:09.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JASON MRAZ WON 2 GRAMMY AWARDS WHOOT WHOOT.ABOUT TIME!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3293733920421880078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3293733920421880078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#3293733920421880078' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-6905040963884117622</id><published>2010-01-04T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T08:58:33.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A brand new year.With each leap into a new year, it's supposed to be brimming with opportunities. A new year is supposed to signify change, improvements, new prospects etc etc.However, seems like nothing has changed.Which may not necessarily be a bad thing, since I've had a relatively good year (save for the SHITTIEST final month).Cheers to 2010.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6905040963884117622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6905040963884117622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#6905040963884117622' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-4670193518746897049</id><published>2009-12-28T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:19:07.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's the worst gift to receive for Christmas?The cold. FML.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4670193518746897049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4670193518746897049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4670193518746897049' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-2263091201897190164</id><published>2009-12-17T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:38:08.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhhhhhh!Am so fucking stupid!I forgot that I wore glasses to work yesterday since my eyes were hurting, &amp; during my night routine of replacing the stale contact lens solution with fresh solution, I basically dumped my BRAND NEW, never worn before contact lens into the sink &amp; washed them down. I managed to salvage just one but have lost the other. Suspect it's already sitting at the bottom of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2263091201897190164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2263091201897190164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#2263091201897190164' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-8555974257617233138</id><published>2009-12-07T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:55:38.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you're wondering about the changes in my e-mail &amp; username, nothing happened. :) I just grew extremely sick of the emo URL &amp; username I was using.I was a little more than embarrassed when colleagues wanted to add me on Google Wave &amp; I had this silly username which I couldn't even say out loud without flushing.Abyssofinsanity. What was I thinking? Now I'm just uber awesome, &amp; have changed my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8555974257617233138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8555974257617233138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8555974257617233138' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pgxkGWrl3k/SxiEYWWBfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok60XXPL9X4/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-729016388507532692</id><published>2009-11-26T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:49:32.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I've conformed once again, &amp; FINALLY hopped onto Twitter.But don't get me wrong.I don't think people would be interested in my narcissistic ramblings.I created an account to stalk other people's Twitter, like say, Jason Mraz, David Mitchell, Neil Patrick Harris...:DAnyways, if anyone cares to add me, it's samawesomeness.Coz' I'm just that awesome. Heh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/729016388507532692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/729016388507532692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#729016388507532692' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-586658276851108692</id><published>2009-11-24T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:55:11.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I couldn't revert my blog back to its previous pretty template, as some HTML error which never occured before keeps popping up now. :( I can't figure out where the problem is.Whatever the case is, I managed to retrieve most of my personal stuff like sites, tagboard etc. I guess I just need to get used to this template, which is starting to grow on me with its minimalistic style.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/586658276851108692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/586658276851108692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#586658276851108692' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-5765904518800568425</id><published>2009-11-23T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:10:01.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The template change is refreshing.Less clutter, &amp; much more minimalistic.But it was an accident which I will not claim credit for, because I attempted to update Blogger.I like the look, but am depressed about losing my links &amp; bits of myself.Therefore, will have original template back in no time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/5765904518800568425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/5765904518800568425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5765904518800568425' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-5360170750531516656</id><published>2009-11-22T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:20:34.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Boyfriend Says the Darnest Things (&amp; this time, so does my best friend)(Trying to convince boyfriend to watch Coraline, as I've already bought it on Blu-ray.)Me: Watch Coraline!Daryl: Nooooo, I don't like it!Me: How would you know you don't like it if you haven't seen it?Daryl: I've seen the trailer so many times! I don't like it! (in high-pitch voice) Ooooh! Buttons for my eyes! (in normal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/5360170750531516656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/5360170750531516656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5360170750531516656' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-7210634531842725283</id><published>2009-11-14T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:00:34.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fucking grouchy &amp; irritated.I just want to yell, "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK" at the world right now.Eargh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/7210634531842725283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/7210634531842725283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7210634531842725283' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-5393670471827790049</id><published>2009-11-12T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:30:23.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So thank you to Darrelle for the belated birthday big ang bao too!Although it completely topped last year, when you &amp; Skye made me design my name on my own birthday card. :PThis year, dear Darrelle gave me 2 nicely folded $10 notes, folded 1 more in front of me, gave up, flung 2 more notes at me &amp; said, "Nah, you fold them yourself!"Like I said, at the rate this is deteriorating, she might just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/5393670471827790049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/5393670471827790049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5393670471827790049' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-1106774209738262119</id><published>2009-11-04T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:55:45.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Daryl was afraid that I was referring to him in my previous two posts.No I wasn't.They're two different things, about two different groups of people.&amp; I guess to add to my frustration, I won't be able to spend much time with baby for the next couple of weeks, since he's gonna be driving for APEC. :( I've got nothing to look forward to anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1106774209738262119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1106774209738262119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1106774209738262119' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-4076575469162573072</id><published>2009-11-04T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:32:26.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mighty pissed &amp; irritated.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4076575469162573072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4076575469162573072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4076575469162573072' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-4171878689680928862</id><published>2009-11-04T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:20:17.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why did I try so hard?If you can't be botherered, it says a lot.Thanks. I wouldn't bother in the future as well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4171878689680928862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4171878689680928862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4171878689680928862' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-3945504502330966102</id><published>2009-10-26T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:00:55.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's like last year all over again. Different people, same story.I definitely feel neglected &amp; insignificant.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3945504502330966102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3945504502330966102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3945504502330966102' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-7195723945363137409</id><published>2009-10-26T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:11:38.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to bestie Ting, for the big ang bao, &amp; for treating Daryl &amp; I to dinner at The Mussel Guys!You're right, the mussels there are heavenly. :)Thanks, dear!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/7195723945363137409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/7195723945363137409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7195723945363137409' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-6653486837477048915</id><published>2009-10-24T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:22:08.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my 23rd has come &amp; gone quietly, not creating much of a ripple. But it was nonetheless very satisfactory, with lovely friends, family &amp; a lovelier boyfriend. :)Thank you to the following for gifting me with what I like best - moolah:FarnaVidz17 colleaguesAmelyn &amp; MasDaryl's parentsKER-CHING! You're all so awesome. The money will go into my Taiwan trip savings. Happeh happeh.Thank you also to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6653486837477048915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6653486837477048915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6653486837477048915' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SuHWWwjWE8I/AAAAAAAABZQ/c8gKx6B5pxw/s72-c/2441_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-943957783324285935</id><published>2009-10-11T02:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:12:21.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is what we call - sour grapes:Although to be rightfully honest, it IS an eyebrow-raising win.If what ABC says is true, then it's real odd that Barack Obama's nomination came after just 11 days in office. Doesn't the world require results nowadays? It's a bit like, "it's not where you go, it's how you get there".Whatever the case is, the GOP (&amp; some) are being complete assholes over this. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/943957783324285935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/943957783324285935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#943957783324285935' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-5518089127754943851</id><published>2009-10-07T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:42:54.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Father and DaughterNatasha had two sweets. Then she ate one of the sweets and one sweet remained. Natasha placed the sweet on the table in front of her and started crying.Suddenly she has a look and on the table in front of her there lie two sweets again.Natasha ate one sweet and again started crying.Natasha cries and keeps one eye on the table to see whether a second sweet will appear. But a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/5518089127754943851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/5518089127754943851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5518089127754943851' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-8109593395053296804</id><published>2009-10-01T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:36:42.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Darrelle tried to gift her siblings as my birthday present.Sam does not accept humans as gifts, unless they are in the form of Jason Mraz, Hugh Laurie, David Mitchell, Neil Patrick Harris, Lee Pace, Wentworth Miller, Bradley Cooper, Ryan Reynolds, Zac Efron, Chace Crawford, Kylie Minogue, Emma Watson, Evangeline Lily, Rachel McAdams......hmm. Looks like I do accept humans as gifts afterall.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8109593395053296804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8109593395053296804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8109593395053296804' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-3188611842779380641</id><published>2009-09-28T00:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:13:23.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is how I made a complete fool of myself on Saturday.Daryl, my best friend Ho Ting &amp; I were in Chanel looking at bags, when Ho Ting held up a Chanel 2.55 to show me how it looks like &amp; to my horror, I realised that the bloody expensive Topshop bag I was carrying is inspired by Chanel.Ho Ting: Sam! This is the 2.55! -holds it up high-Me: -flailing arms at Ho Ting- Put it down put it down my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3188611842779380641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3188611842779380641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3188611842779380641' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-8490240897850508746</id><published>2009-09-24T21:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:43:20.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the time to put up my wishlist again!Basically, it's for convenience's sake, so my friends don't have to rack their pretty heads over what they would want to get for me.My list this year is ostensibly shorter than last year's. Well, I can purchase most of the DVDs I want at staff discount now, so it would be silly to request them as gifts (which of course, would be bought at full retail </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8490240897850508746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8490240897850508746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8490240897850508746' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/Srt1L7szfTI/AAAAAAAABYM/TIz6PcrNBy8/s72-c/Kate+Spade+Bon+Mot+Small+Coal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-6421170578574575837</id><published>2009-09-22T00:14:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T01:14:55.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Neil Patrick Harris was looking absolutely spiffy in a handsome white tux (suit up!), &amp; I LOVE HIM. Being host of a large-scale event such as the Emmys requires charm &amp; loads of affability, &amp; Neil fits the prerequisites perfectly. He was just so SUPER awesome &amp; likeable, &amp; he co-produced the awards show, making him even more awesome, if possible. Love love love. Can't describe how much I love him</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6421170578574575837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6421170578574575837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#6421170578574575837' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-8051598782123375228</id><published>2009-09-21T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T01:14:29.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Boyfriend Says the Darnest ThingsDaryl: -channel surfing- Hey, Singtel Grid Girls!Me: Interesting meh?Daryl: Yah...they go to the real F1 locations &amp; go behind the scenes.Me: So, you want to be a Singtel Grid Girl too?Daryl: Ok!Me: You'll have to change sex &amp; be really pretty.Daryl: Wah lau. I'll be a damn hot girl, man.-in the car, witnessing an ambulance by the roadside, with an old man on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8051598782123375228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8051598782123375228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8051598782123375228' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-3606339561864352797</id><published>2009-09-16T18:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:14:58.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> David Mitchell: Past David Mitchell: NowMy 2nd favourite-st Brit in the world (if you're wondering, Hugh Laurie is first) has really shed those pounds! :o He actually looks kind of handsome right now you know, in the "aw shucks" way.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3606339561864352797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3606339561864352797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3606339561864352797' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-8742106566411290202</id><published>2009-09-13T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:57:27.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mom can be really funny if she wants to be.So my crazy aunt was here when I got home, &amp; I exclaimed in English (coz' she doesn't understand English), "I see that we've got an unwelcomed visitor, again."&amp; my mom replied, "Yah. She's like your period. No matter how much you hate it, it'll come once a month."...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.(If you're wondering, my crazy aunt comes by once a month to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8742106566411290202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8742106566411290202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8742106566411290202' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-1556040077875146818</id><published>2009-09-10T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:07:29.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Must...quash...volatile...temper.About...to...fucking...explode.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1556040077875146818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1556040077875146818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1556040077875146818' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-5317962105566261017</id><published>2009-09-04T08:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:54:41.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  From L-R: Kelly Rutherford, Deadringer #1 (Elizabeth Mitchell), Doppelganger #2 (Sarah LeFleur)Is it just me or do they look identical?I watch Gossip Girl, Lost &amp; Ugly Betty &amp; was confused by them."Hey, that chick from Lost is prettier here in Gossip Girl! Must be the make-up!""Heeeyyy! That lady from Lost &amp; Gossip Girl looks so much younger in Ugly Betty! Must be the make-up!"Then I did a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/5317962105566261017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/5317962105566261017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5317962105566261017' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SqBkU6OwDnI/AAAAAAAABWk/GcWpinoxQS8/s72-c/sarah_lafleurugly_betty_0310_5042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-7726327637028280022</id><published>2009-09-03T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:16:17.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Awesome-ness from Awesome FoursomeVidz: Tiff, there's chocolate sauce on your table!Tiffy: What are you now, the chocolate sauce police?Tiffy: Farna, you're not holding your chopsticks right! -reaches out to align their height-Me: What are you now, the chopsticks police?Vidz: Farna, this is probably right up your alley!Tiffy: Hahaha! That sounded so rude!Me: Yeah! Hah, up my alley huh? Up yours!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/7726327637028280022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/7726327637028280022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7726327637028280022' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-9174122610008747523</id><published>2009-08-31T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:09:14.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WARNING: Not for weak stomachs (or hearts, for that matter).There gotta be something wrong with me.I've seen this about 3 times &amp; I laughed so hard every single time, I teared up. I wasn't even remotely turned off. I find it oddly fascinating, even.Hahahaha. I'm sick. No I'm not that sick. Just VERY sick. :DEdit: YouTube has taken down the video &amp; I don't like the other zit videos. :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/9174122610008747523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/9174122610008747523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#9174122610008747523' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-3227753760661820645</id><published>2009-08-25T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:10:45.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So on Saturday, baby &amp; I went to my usual haunt -Pastamania @ Bishan J8.We placed our orders at the cashier with this guy, who infuriated me when he asked us to repeat our orders 4 times. It wasn't that difficult, really. Baby wanted creamy chicken, I wanted seafood soup pasta, &amp; we added a combo as well. Tell me how terribly difficult that is to remember?Anyways, the fourth time I was asked to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3227753760661820645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3227753760661820645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#3227753760661820645' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-3795539147113416623</id><published>2009-08-24T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:15:47.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I totally should blog about my baby's 24th birthday &amp; how awesome I am.But I'm too lazy to even blog about my awesomeness.Wtf.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3795539147113416623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3795539147113416623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#3795539147113416623' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-1207398112824848128</id><published>2009-08-18T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:06:52.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LoML!&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3I know you'll deny it......but you ARE 24 years old! Whoot! Another year more to a quarter of a century old!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1207398112824848128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1207398112824848128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#1207398112824848128' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-1643004679522723524</id><published>2009-07-30T07:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T07:43:50.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eet ees freezing in my hotel room right now. BAH.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1643004679522723524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1643004679522723524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#1643004679522723524' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-8522881010731063027</id><published>2009-07-26T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:57:45.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Boyfriend Says the Darnest ThingsGoing back to his place, we opened the door... Daryl: Meeeooowww!Me: Huh Bonnie is here?!!!! (Bonnie is his sister's cat, which stays at his place every now &amp; then)Daryl: O.o No, what makes you think that?Me: -__-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8522881010731063027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8522881010731063027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8522881010731063027' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-908269144778664897</id><published>2009-07-20T00:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T06:31:23.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The awesomest boyfriend ever sent flowers to my workplace on Friday &amp; I was one confused girl when the delivery guy was directed to me. I was like, "What flowers huh who how come wha me sure?" Sunflowers &amp; his adorable card. He calls me his "sunshine". :)On top of that, he bought me this plush Patrick Star that caught my eye! I didn't want it coz' it's impractical but he insisted. Goofy Patrick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/908269144778664897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/908269144778664897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#908269144778664897' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SmNQUDCRCYI/AAAAAAAABWc/T_ae2-v36JE/s72-c/IMG_5351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-3333270973884563670</id><published>2009-07-17T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:04:48.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Boyfriend Says the Darnest ThingsMe: (hands Daryl the Essential Michael Jackson CD I bought for him) Nah, this is for you.Daryl: What's this?Me: You wanted it, right?Daryl: !!! I want to listen to it NOW!!! (puts CD to ear)Me: O.oDaryl: Spoil. (hands the CD back to me)...I know. I've got a crazy boyfriend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3333270973884563670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3333270973884563670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#3333270973884563670' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-7703157212125640344</id><published>2009-07-13T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:26:21.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I totally fell in love with this song the first time I heard it.The man is absolutely amazing.His songs are always beautiful, ridiculously positive, chirpy &amp; so darn catchy.He totally deserves his induction into the Songwriters Hall of Fame.Quote Rob Thomas who presented Mraz with the Hal David Starlight Award, ""I hate you. You've ruined the curve for everybody. You're kind of young, and you're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/7703157212125640344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/7703157212125640344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#7703157212125640344' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-6658204121258526117</id><published>2009-06-19T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:04:43.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As luck would have it, I sat next to a crazy dude on the bus home yesterday (Thursday).He smelt like a hobo. Come to think about it, he looks like one too, with long stringy hair &amp; a plastic bag of half-empty Coke bottles.The moment I sat down, he started muttering to himself. I thought, "Great, crazy dude" but I figured I could handle mad muttering &amp; plugged in my iPod.Crazy hobo got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6658204121258526117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6658204121258526117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6658204121258526117' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-3758508142599908476</id><published>2009-06-01T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:06:56.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have the most wonderful boyfriend in the world!He surprised me with this:A Nintendo DS Lite! I've wanted one for ages, ever since last year when I knew about Cooking Mama.It has always been a want, not a need, &amp; I didn't have the heart to spend so much money on it. But I coveted it, going to a game store in AMK a couple of times just to ask about it.So I did just that yesterday, making </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3758508142599908476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3758508142599908476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3758508142599908476' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-6331009686081500265</id><published>2009-05-26T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:55:11.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cyanide &amp; Happiness @ Explosm.net HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG WTF.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6331009686081500265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6331009686081500265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6331009686081500265' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-8247860325862324134</id><published>2009-05-25T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:44:26.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am falling sick. I can totally feel it in my bones.It started yesterday with a bad crick in the neck that wouldn't go away.Today, my olfactories went into overdrive. I could smell the man I was standing over in the bus this morning, the sweaty, musty smell of someone who hasn't showered for days.Was alright at work, or maybe coz' I was kept busy, I forgot all about it.Going home, I could smell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8247860325862324134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8247860325862324134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8247860325862324134' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-5039464553297866240</id><published>2009-05-23T10:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T01:20:09.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw Angels &amp; Demons on Saturday &amp; hated it.Daryl informed me that there were a few people crying &amp; sniffling towards the end of the show &amp; I told him I was close to tears too. Not coz' I'm some religious nut, but Ron Howard killed the adaptation of my favourite book. The blasphemy!I'm going to tear the movie apart, so if you actually liked Howard's interpretation, or if you don't want any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/5039464553297866240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/5039464553297866240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5039464553297866240' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-1550396246245034707</id><published>2009-05-21T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:52:32.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YES TO MORE CHUCK! What would I have done if Chuck was cancelled? D:I hate you, NBC. You cancelled adorable &amp; whimsical Pushing Daisies, &amp; you ALMOST cancelled my Chuck!I'm sorry that I still hate you even though you renewed Chuck (after much suspense, might I add).That's because you cancelled Earl! D: But I'm pretteh sure that other networks will pick up Earl.Will probably see the Hickies again </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1550396246245034707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1550396246245034707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1550396246245034707' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-4730410319261297063</id><published>2009-04-27T21:40:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:22:20.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Valentine's Bangkok Trip!His luggage &amp; mine. In my defense, my luggage was only 1/4 filled. It's the only one I have!Morning of departure.The rather nice hotel, which is done up resort style. The reason why Daryl picked this hotel - personal JACUZZI! ;) We even had our personal front porch. The nice swimming pool which we didn't utilise at all.Pink cab! &amp; they have purple &amp; red &amp; yellow &amp; green &amp;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4730410319261297063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4730410319261297063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#4730410319261297063' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SfW8JJOLadI/AAAAAAAABU8/g7iQt568-zA/s72-c/IMG_4095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-8529092877607642011</id><published>2009-04-26T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:51:28.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The below conversation bears testimony to the high level of testosterone I have in my system.Playing GTA: The Lost and Damned -Daryl: Do you want to head to Elizabeta's (game character)?Me: YEAH. I hope he gets some.Daryl: You're such a guy!I was sorely disappointed when he didn't get any.&amp; even more disappointed that he couldn't date girls on the Internet, or pick up hookers. D: That's ALL I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8529092877607642011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8529092877607642011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#8529092877607642011' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-6931700279197549307</id><published>2009-04-20T00:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:01:21.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watched 17 Again on Saturday, &amp; it was MUCH MUCH better than I expected. Honestly, I didn't expect much, since my sole motive to watch the show is Zac Efron. I mean, I do think he's really really really good-looking. Safely the BEST looking actor of our time. Robert Pattinson doesn't hold a candle against him.Did think this was going to be another laughless, painful comedy despite the rather </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6931700279197549307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6931700279197549307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6931700279197549307' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SetUCpdUBgI/AAAAAAAABP8/L3m_61tbqL0/s72-c/17+Again+Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-6005867527213244561</id><published>2009-04-08T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:15:40.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanted to post a House-ism &amp; went to the website to check its accuracy when I saw something that made me yell out in anger &amp; I'm actually quite affected by it.I can be an asshole &amp; just go ahead &amp; spoil it for everyone else but I won't, coz' House is my favourite show on the planet.It's still a spoiler but you have a choice whether or not to click on the links.HOUSE SPOILER ALERT 1 &amp; HOUSE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6005867527213244561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6005867527213244561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6005867527213244561' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-3544673163353386600</id><published>2009-04-06T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:11:25.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm currently in a nice room in Conrad right now. Dim lights, lobby music, goosedown pillows, fluffy bedroom slippers &amp; Singapore River view.It would all be so awesome if it's a vacation with my boyfriend &amp; not for work.We just had a sumptuous meal at No Signboard Seafood at Esplanade. Sharks' fin &amp; crabs &amp; prawns...basically, the works. It was like some 10 course meal or summat. I was full </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3544673163353386600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3544673163353386600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3544673163353386600' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-1935970974204318408</id><published>2009-04-01T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:22:01.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My crazy aunt is here.Dun dun dun dun. -ominous music-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1935970974204318408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1935970974204318408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1935970974204318408' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-8303118923569901582</id><published>2009-03-30T23:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:18:27.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YARRRRRGGHHH.DAMN FUCKING PISSED OFF.I paid for 2 pairs of contact lens for a spree in fucking November &amp; after countless e-mails &amp; badgering for the organiser to refund, she has decided to stop replying to my e-mails.WTF. It may be only $41 but still, that's 2 fucking weeks' worth of transport.For those of you who think $41 is nothing, fuck you. You're probably not working hard for your fucking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8303118923569901582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8303118923569901582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8303118923569901582' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-2658723943502007957</id><published>2009-03-27T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:21:30.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yaaayyyyy. I have Internet connection again! Apparently, it was the router that was working up, not the connection.My awesome brother fixed the router. Technically, he didn't need to do much lah. He didn't have school so he called Linksys &amp; followed instructions.While we're on the topic of Linksys, can someone please write in to complain about their working hours? Mondays to Fridays, 9 AM to 5 PM</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2658723943502007957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2658723943502007957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2658723943502007957' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-470270378618652556</id><published>2009-03-19T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:50:03.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my existence online has been minimal (or any at all) for the past months, thanks to a dysfunctional laptop (which decides to die on me again &amp; again).After complaining &amp; creating a ruckus, Acer finally decided to replace my laptop.As my laptop has phased out, they needed to replace it with one that has a relatively equal value. So they told me they're replacing it with another model which has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/470270378618652556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/470270378618652556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#470270378618652556' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-7831446896857210</id><published>2009-03-04T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:21:57.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acer has not replied my e-mail. After 3 days. Nothing a phone call &amp; some yelling won't fix.The laptop has been temperamental. I managed to switch it on for the past couple of days, &amp; it worked ok (albeit hanging a few times). Today, it decided it WOULD NOT be switched on no matter what. Wtf. I'm so resigned to it, I don't even bother yelling &amp; slamming it anymore.Went to the gala premiere of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/7831446896857210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/7831446896857210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7831446896857210' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-507668529422770759</id><published>2009-03-01T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T01:25:29.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEVER, EVER, BUY A FUCKING ACER.I swear to God, I will never buy their products again.I just picked up my laptop this morning from the service centre, apparently fixed. Switched it on at the centre &amp; it turned on fine so I left it at that.Came home, turned it on to transfer my documents, FUCKING HUNG 3 more times (each time after I forced restart) &amp; now, the snapping sound came back &amp; even force </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/507668529422770759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/507668529422770759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#507668529422770759' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-2118802267111249875</id><published>2009-02-27T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:02:27.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still completely in love with this song. I declare this the awesomest song of the past 3 months.In a way, I need a change From this burnout scene Another time, another town Another everything But it's always back to you Stumble out, in the night From the pouring rain Made the block, sat and thought There's more I need It's always back to you But I'm good without ya Yeah, I'm good without you Yeah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2118802267111249875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2118802267111249875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2118802267111249875' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-348241872534700666</id><published>2009-02-22T00:29:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:52:12.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would love to illustrate my trip to Bangkok with the love of my life, but my laptop has completely crashed &amp; I can't do anything about it.The trip was nice. Our first proper planned vacation (LA doesn't count, since it was an extension of a school trip), &amp; we had a nice room with a large jacuzzi. ;) Which was utilised only once in the 4 days we were there. Ah wells. There just wasn't enough </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/348241872534700666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/348241872534700666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#348241872534700666' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-1677217505334359973</id><published>2009-02-12T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:22:35.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My awesome boyfriend booked a trip to Bangkok as a Valentine's Day present. :)So I'm off to 4 full days of shopping &amp; good (albeit dirty streetside) food. Bliss. Heh.Not bringing my laptop, as the pointless thing takes 20 minutes to quit hanging &amp; start up.I touch down 12.30 AM Tuesday morning, &amp; have to be at work 9 AM at Ubi. Awesomesauce.Oh wells. Cross your fingers that I don't get kidnapped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1677217505334359973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1677217505334359973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1677217505334359973' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-1707742929774445463</id><published>2009-02-11T00:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:56:00.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Both Rowling and Meyer, they’re speaking directly to young people. … The real difference is that [Harry Potter author] Jo Rowling is a terrific writer and [Twilight author] Stephenie Meyer can’t write worth a darn. She’s not very good." - Stephen KingHEAR HEAR! I've always thought that Meyer's writing is draggy &amp; irrelevant at times. It's too simple &amp; childish for young adults, yet it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1707742929774445463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1707742929774445463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1707742929774445463' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-5483620931054063294</id><published>2009-02-06T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:51:49.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it looks like Acer can't be bothered to fix my laptop properly.After its second stint at the service centre, my laptop STILL hangs when you first switch it on, STILL displays the blue screen, HANGS again when you restart from the blue screen, &amp; STILL emits funny snapping sounds when I restart. The exact same problems from the first time, now with funny sounds.I am so mightily pissed off, I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/5483620931054063294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/5483620931054063294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5483620931054063294' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-4562217498153279611</id><published>2009-01-29T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:32:47.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAI.Sam is getting her laptop back on Saturday.Hooray.&amp; if it dies on me again, I WILL kill someone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4562217498153279611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4562217498153279611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4562217498153279611' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-1941946860336432665</id><published>2009-01-26T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:08:11.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am missing in action, thanks to my awesome laptop, which has died on me twice in 3 weeks.So I brought it to the service centre, again, last Wednesday, &amp; I only get it back next Monday. D: I have a feeling they'll reformat it seeing that they didn't do so the previous time.So, Happy Chinese New Year, ya'll.I'm thinking that I need to indulge in some regurgitating action after I gorge myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1941946860336432665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1941946860336432665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#1941946860336432665' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-8657478580391444391</id><published>2009-01-16T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:59:24.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jason Mraz's tickets are completely sold out.I am completely stunned.It's 1 &amp; a half more month till the gig, &amp; he's sold out?I do want him to be popular, but not this popular. He has always been kinda under-the-radar.I don't want to feel like I have to share with even more people, when these people ONLY started to know him because of his recent hit.So if you're one of those who jumped onto the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8657478580391444391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8657478580391444391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8657478580391444391' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-2453482781355733770</id><published>2009-01-11T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:30:03.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to fucking move out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2453482781355733770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2453482781355733770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2453482781355733770' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-2553926464717652380</id><published>2009-01-09T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:55:04.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music video for "Lucky" -It's obvious that the 2 parts are filmed separately &amp; then stitched together. However, for a low budget music video, I think the contrast is kinda clever.There's my Mraz, totally yum in a hot suit, brooding in beautiful, gloomy, exotic Prague.Then there's Colbie Caillat (serene &amp; pretty, albeit a little curvaceous), on some generic sunny, happy island.Nice contrast.&amp; oh, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2553926464717652380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2553926464717652380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2553926464717652380' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-4784287893406677857</id><published>2009-01-07T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:12:20.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got my fucking laptop back from the service centre on Saturday, &amp; it fucking crashed again today.At least I can restart &amp; load into Windows unlike the previous time, but it KEEPS crashing now.I plugged in my HDD to back up some remaining information &amp; it fucking showed the blue screen again (about some crucial error &amp; it performs some memory dump) so I unplugged it in terror. What if it wipes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4784287893406677857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4784287893406677857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4784287893406677857' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-4033613612290966643</id><published>2009-01-03T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:38:05.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm severely PMSing.Like, really severely.I haven't been feeling all that well.Had a headache yesterday which went away after Skye gave me panadols.My stomach has been churning for a week or so now.&amp; I felt really queasy on my way home yesterday &amp; almost threw up on the bus.But now, I'm feeling the mother of all rages.I'm feeling really bad about raging, but I can't control it. I just feel so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4033613612290966643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4033613612290966643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4033613612290966643' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-296875947955976974</id><published>2009-01-01T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:25:54.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, 2008 is officially gone, &amp; people like to flash back on things they had or hadn't done, &amp; what they would like to do for the new year.I've decided not to do flash backs, coz' it's all part of history now. It's just a piece from the past that you will never get back, why mull over it? Look forward, not back.What would I like to do in the new year? I've long given up on my yearly inclusion of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/296875947955976974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/296875947955976974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#296875947955976974' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-1996098739946942588</id><published>2009-01-01T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:49:18.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So what did you do to usher in the new year?Well, I had a Chuck + sex marathon....I'm kidding about the sex part, obviously.But boyfriend &amp; I watched 21 mind-boggling awesome episodes of Chuck. 21 episodes. Need I remind you, that would be 21 x 40 minutes = 840 minutes, which translates to 14 hours.We started from the pilot episode mid-day yesterday, &amp; we are mere 2 episodes away from Season 2's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1996098739946942588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1996098739946942588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#1996098739946942588' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-8208548920688352968</id><published>2008-12-25T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:53:26.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My notebook crashed on me early Christmas morning as a wonderful gift.Merry Christmas, y'all.It ain't looking so bad though. I have 2 more years of extended warranty, &amp; I'll have much free time next week to fix the blasted thing (to think how well I treated you!), so it'll be back before you know it. I've also gotten all my music files backed up in a portable HDD.HOWEVER, I'm terribly worried </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8208548920688352968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/8208548920688352968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8208548920688352968' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-2604476386576378926</id><published>2008-12-25T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:57:19.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saw Twilight today with Skye.So what do I think about the highly-anticipated movie?One word: EURGH.Let me go on in this rambling tangent.Regarding the R-Pat fever shit (yes, it even has a name!), Robert Pattinson is not THAT gorgeous. He's not worth the screaming/fainting/crying fan girls &amp; the adulation. His angular features are set in a square face, &amp; his acting experience (or lack thereof) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2604476386576378926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2604476386576378926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#2604476386576378926' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-6595537045079404823</id><published>2008-12-21T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:40:08.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You've crossed the line.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6595537045079404823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6595537045079404823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6595537045079404823' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-6054087439071862118</id><published>2008-12-21T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:58:28.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6 things you probably don't know about me, as tagged by Val:1. I used to chase boybands, ala A1, plusONE, &amp; uh, -teeny voice- F4. Key phrase here: USED TO.2. I superlove the British accent. I love everything about it - the lilt, the sing-song melody, &amp; the posh-ness. I wish everyone speaks like that. The world would be a better place.3. I'm foreign to the concept of God and the term "forever". </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6054087439071862118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6054087439071862118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6054087439071862118' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-2666685842652492541</id><published>2008-12-20T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:18:25.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOLY MOLEY.My Jason Mraz kept to his promise &amp; will be in Singapore in March next year.The talented goofball will be playing at the Singapore Indoor Stadium.I got a newsletter saying that the tickets are on sale now but I can't find them anywhere, so no matter, I'll camp out at the websites till they release them tickets.Completely makes my year, what with him being nominated for three (!!!) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2666685842652492541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/2666685842652492541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#2666685842652492541' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SUxVzKnc1NI/AAAAAAAABPU/D0gV1gbHU-M/s72-c/WITH+JASON+MRAZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-7637897593126099841</id><published>2008-12-17T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:42:57.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ARGH.Everytime I blink, I feel like a thousand little bees are stinging me. Those little bastards.The price to pay for vanity. D:(To those in the unknown, I lasered off some milia seeds near my eyes, &amp; now they're SLOWLY healing, which explains the scabbing, which is damn bloody ugly &amp; making me sad &amp; gosh, the pain whenever I squeeze my eyes shut!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/7637897593126099841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/7637897593126099841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7637897593126099841' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-3093737383908209680</id><published>2008-12-15T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:50:31.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I've spent an amazing amount of moolah in a weekend.One flea market, one Mango sale, one walk through Parkway Parade, &amp; the damage came up to about $200.D:I spent $41 at a flea market. Who spends over $20 at flea markets? Well, can't say those ain't good deals, since the $41 covers 1 pouch, 2 dresses (&amp; one from Forever 21, no less), 1 Topshop tunic &amp; 1 pair of Old Navy shorts.&amp; I bought the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3093737383908209680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/3093737383908209680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#3093737383908209680' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-6282542061939836070</id><published>2008-12-11T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:53:34.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where is all these going?I feel like tearing my hair out.Or my brain. Or my heart.That'd be great.I wish to rip out my brain, shred my heart, &amp; gouge out my eyes.That's how I feel right now.Eurgh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6282542061939836070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6282542061939836070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6282542061939836070' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-1529973001834802905</id><published>2008-12-08T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:41:31.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Almost 2 months after my birthday, I'm still blogging about gifts. Shows how completely up-to-date I am.This is from Fiona, who gave this to me on HER own birthday. xD Thanks, darling! It's a tad too big for me though. Heh.&amp; this is from the wonderful boyfriend. :) An iPod Nano 16GB in black. I love it! It's oh-so-sleek, &amp; comes with dangerous curves. I've been catching up on my Pushing Daisies (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1529973001834802905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1529973001834802905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#1529973001834802905' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/STwJRVhEQMI/AAAAAAAABPE/-7cP-MjhZyA/s72-c/IMG_3507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-4511528676518653129</id><published>2008-11-28T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:34:00.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"When I'm upset, I'll go running...run it off. Or I kill something. Like, a puppy or something."HAHAHAHAHAHA. That was so randomly funny. Cruel, but funny.&amp; just to reassure everyone, my friends don't kill puppies. Maybe mosquitos &amp; roaches &amp; other pests that ought to be killed anyways.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4511528676518653129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/4511528676518653129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4511528676518653129' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-888788576365457262</id><published>2008-11-27T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:18:09.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you sometimes feel like you don't belong?It's like the party is in the room, but you're on the other side of the window, looking in.It doesn't matter that the fortunate people in the room wave &amp; smile at you, because you just can't find a way into the room.I sometimes do. Like I'm always on the other side of the window, looking in.Hmm.I guess I'm fine with it.---Also, if you have to put on a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/888788576365457262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/888788576365457262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#888788576365457262' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-1963002486564849367</id><published>2008-11-12T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:22.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am still greatly fascinated by sand drawings.Armed with the simplest tools of his trade, Minta, the Taiwanese sand artist, creates drawings so beautiful, it's ridiculous.The 'ooohs' &amp; 'aaaahs' from the guests are very much exaggerated, but his drawings definitely evoke awe.Here you go, three more performances from the talented sand artist.My favourite:I don't understand how he could create such</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1963002486564849367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/1963002486564849367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1963002486564849367' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-6875199338944713223</id><published>2008-11-11T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:57:45.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This guy is amazing.I don't know if there are any sand artists sprouting from other places, but this Taiwanese guy is the original sand artist.His art is here &amp; now, in the moment. They're fleeting, &amp; destroyed after completion.But the visions are so pretty, &amp; just breathtaking at times.&amp; of coz', you can't help but be awed by his deft fingers, &amp; how every flick &amp; swish has a purpose. Each </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6875199338944713223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6875199338944713223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6875199338944713223' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-6817941582529432753</id><published>2008-11-09T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:22:45.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eurgh.I'm kinda irritated.We're celebrating my mom's birthday today (2 days earlier), &amp; I'm the one doing everything.I did the booking of the restaurant.&amp; I have to make a trip specially to buy the cake when my brother &amp; my sister are supposed to be in charge of it since I've already gotten my mom a birthday gift.So I asked them who's getting the cake &amp; they're pushing it to each other. My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6817941582529432753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6817941582529432753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6817941582529432753' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-6047533304146908376</id><published>2008-11-06T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:17:24.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am in quite a funk right now.I was staring at this letter from CPF reminding me of the impending payment I have to make, &amp; was just feeling utterly depressed.The interest has snowballed in the last 3 years since I've graduated from poly.It's still going to snowball, &amp; it'll take me YEARS to make the full payment.Some of you may think that $6500 can be easily paid off.Well, screw you.When I get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6047533304146908376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6047533304146908376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6047533304146908376' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712605.post-6623819947392929093</id><published>2008-11-05T13:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:10:17.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watching Obama take the stand is amazing. He's sincere, he speaks with conviction, &amp; he's just an amazing speaker. His words move people.I ALMOST cried, but I didn't. HAHA.Don't know why I'm so affected. I told Vidz that maybe I'm secretly in love with him or something. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.Yeah, &amp; at least McCain was nice &amp; gracious conceding to Obama. &amp; thank goodness Palin didn't speak.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6623819947392929093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712605/posts/default/6623819947392929093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samtheawesome.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6623819947392929093' title=''/><author><name>s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cp-aS4pjVpk/SwlrQIH5K7I/AAAAAAAABaA/T-__ts-EDHM/S220/IMG_5592.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
