<?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-32053652</id><updated>2011-12-02T10:47:20.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-7980096486605324900</id><published>2009-01-29T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T06:29:57.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I BAKE NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1y8m9eoLaY/SYG9Ufmx5_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/80NXgdUkB5U/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296722796543600626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1y8m9eoLaY/SYG9Ufmx5_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/80NXgdUkB5U/s320/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heys all my extinct readers, i bake now and heres what my oreo cheesecake looks like! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-7980096486605324900?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/7980096486605324900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=7980096486605324900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/7980096486605324900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/7980096486605324900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-bake-now.html' title='I BAKE NOW!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1y8m9eoLaY/SYG9Ufmx5_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/80NXgdUkB5U/s72-c/DSC00017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-116576389215369522</id><published>2008-12-20T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:16:40.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK</title><content type='html'>yesterday my church had this christmas event for newcomers, and you wouldnt believe it but i actually brought 6 of my friends there! usually its only around like 0. Yup , i mean like woah man suddenly when i asked they agreed to come to church. I know some of my friends have like this church phobia or sth, but in spite of that they came! i mean i was really bewildered at the thought of them comin before that. Anyways my church did a pretty good event of asking them about life and why Jesus is important. Though it wasnt like 100% convert immediately, i am sure there are seeds that are planted in each of my friends heart about christ. I read my friends blog about how he actually saw church as a different way now which i am seriously joyful about, though he stil thinks buddism is the way for him, i cannot say i am not sad but i am sure God has His plans about my friend. He mentioned how buddism has more elements of freedom where you dont have to pray and praise in your religion. I am sure about that cause buddism is a way of life, buddist is not a God so yea, you cannot really pray to a lifestyle. And about the freedom, yes i admit that being a christian is no ride in the park, there must be commitments and sacrifices. But if Jesus was willing to sacrifice his life for me, i dont see why i do not do the same for my king.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-116576389215369522?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/116576389215369522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=116576389215369522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116576389215369522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116576389215369522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok.html' title='OK'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-3716521314310834242</id><published>2008-08-28T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T06:34:36.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just moved blog to sam-take-that-too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-3716521314310834242?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/3716521314310834242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=3716521314310834242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3716521314310834242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3716521314310834242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-moved-blog-to-sam-take-that-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-3642090654319774648</id><published>2008-08-10T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T07:36:29.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>Today i went to meet sw and er at JE after church. SUpposed to mug at JE library but it was damn crowded and so many muggers! SIngapore is seriously a mugger nation, no table to mug use couch to mug, no couch use chair, no chair use floor. I tink no floor they just use lap. So we decided to go to island creamery. SJ came along and met us at JE before we move to island. When we reach island about 30 mins later, the bloody island so many people! basket all like zhuo bo there sitting and talking cock. So we moved to mac next door and damnit! also packed like tuna! then we wanted to go sw house so we went to get icecream in order not to make it seem like a wasted trip. I got teh terik and tiger beer icecream, the tiger beer ice cream taste like tiger-ress cause it is a little mild compared to full force of tiger. Also not so bitter. TEh terik is just like tea la basket, and when they both melted, i was slurping down some werid taste solution. SJ got nutella which tasted damn sweet, sw got nutella and something else, cant remember lol. I know ER got the boring bananananananana and strawberry which is like..zzz. But he happy can le. SO we sat down to eat the icecream, then we move to the mac cause i wanted to eat fries, then got table! so we sat there. SJ got mc cripsy and i got big mc, which er thought was double cheese cause its so damn small. WE did like...super little hw there cause it was damn noisy and too many chio bu walking arnd. SO we headed to sw house where we studied in a reading room which was quiet. I was singing and sw,er and sj were complaining. Damnit next time i got concert u all dun come. after that we went to westmall to eat. I was quite full but i still eat. I ate meepok and sj ate sour sop. sw and er ate some noodle stuff. Later we went to arcade where i was tempted to play this game where u hit a button and if the number adds to 5 u get a prize. I wanted that damn PSP la! i spent 8 bucks trying and sw tried with 2 bucks, er tried with 4. Then basket we all lose like noobs. SJ was trying to dig out sweets from machines where people didnt bother to take. damn sian end up spend so much money got no PSP only 3 freaking sweets which SJ picked up.&lt;br /&gt;O ya about the hw i done, i did like 40 mcq for chem. GD JOB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-3642090654319774648?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/3642090654319774648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=3642090654319774648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3642090654319774648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3642090654319774648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-5406255773224137551</id><published>2008-08-07T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T07:13:36.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gym</title><content type='html'>today i went to bukit gombak gym with melvin. wa the people there all damn sexy la. got super big muscle, damn scary. i tired alot of new machines like those for abs and preacher curb, got some like damn werid. Heng got melvin teach me how to use, if not i go there alone i would be like some sotong. Today i tried bench press for the first time! it was damn bloody hard and i see melvin do like leng leng. I do like 1 set of 10 then the next two set like 6 and 5 before i almost killed myself. O ya it cost 1.50 to go to the gym and in the gym theres toilet and shower. Water cooler is outside. we went at like 430 and left at 740, cause we like slack slack do slow slow. after gymming melvin let me drink some magic( protein powder) and it tasted like damn bad. It was like damn fake taste of " dark chocolate" and after that still need to wash the bottle like 5 times to remove the smell. I tink i would not drink protein again cause its so darn disgusting. furthermore i already so damn fat so drink liao just become fatter. En rui and mark supposed to join us but in the end both never come, basket en rui stay bukit gombak and we go gombak gym he also dun want to come. In the gym got damn alot of station hoggers, there was this indian boy from SJI who hogged dumbbells and a bench. He sat there most of the time immobile and just watching the tv. Basket damn sian have to wait for this people. Got others keep running on treadmail though its max 20 mins per session. So though we spent like 3 hours there, at least 1 hr is spent waiting for stations. The gym was like so damn crowded like 30 people inside. I guess condo gym is still better though theres lesser stations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-5406255773224137551?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/5406255773224137551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=5406255773224137551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5406255773224137551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5406255773224137551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/08/gym.html' title='gym'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-5400157440578020096</id><published>2008-07-31T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:40:40.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hahas</title><content type='html'>Saw my friend ah pee's blog today, hes like super emo. Everyone seems to be super stressed out by studying, exams and even napfa. Guess in singapore the only way up is to either be hardworking or smart. Is it the society today that makes us wanna move faster, do faster, outperform to shine? I guess it boils down to how you view life. I view life as a gift from God and when i die i will bring along with no treasures, no status, no power and no money. What is the worth of having the most money and yet lose the meaning of life. Thats why i view my faith as paramount importance. I have learnt much from it and discovered the sweetness in life that many around me cannot taste. Though it is tempting to lose myself in this world of materialistic wants and power, i have to remind myself that what i have is what God has given me. If not for his graciousness, i would have nothing. That is why sometimes when i dont feel like going to church as the devil is tempting me with sleep and making me weary, i have to remind myself that it is only right that i give 10 % of my all to my God. My time and my money and my worth.&lt;br /&gt;He has not failed to bring me though tough times, assured me when i was unstable and provided when i was weak. How did he do that? He did that by giving me fellowship, friends who support you and pray for you. Friends who are not just there when things go well, but when things are downright shitty. I remembered the time when my grandma passed away, none of my classmates came, my teachers didnt come either, my neighbours didnt come but my church friends came. How important that moment was to me, when i saw them coming to the wake. My heart was filled with joy and praise, for i have seen who my true friends are. When i mentioned it to my classmates, many shunned the topic, this only brings me to regret why i have told them. But it was totally different when my church friends knew. They would gather around me and pray for me, with one heart. For the bible has written that when two or more people gather around and pray, the Lord is with them. This joy of being cared for, can only be described as love that has no boundaries. This is why i keep trying to get my non-christian friends to come for fellowship. To experience the love and care that is generous and overflowing, that satisfies your inner most desire. This is not what money can buy.&lt;br /&gt;To influence others, i have to set a good example. But i always spew vulgarities though not harmful but its wrong. I must admit that there are many other people who may not be christians, but have set a good example. This is a point that i must learn. For my mouth is used for praises and not for scolding ugly words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-5400157440578020096?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/5400157440578020096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=5400157440578020096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5400157440578020096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5400157440578020096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahas.html' title='hahas'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-695998319878634845</id><published>2008-07-13T03:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T03:45:59.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things</title><content type='html'>Things i have done since i last blogged&lt;br /&gt;1) removed my two wisdom tooth which were anything but giving me wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;2) failed most of my mid year subjects and on the verge of starting  a chicken rice stall&lt;br /&gt;3) hacked my ipod and restored it cause the thrill was gone&lt;br /&gt;4) started going back for cell&lt;br /&gt;5) started realising that life is not so bad after my pastor "redeemed" me with his sermon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-695998319878634845?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/695998319878634845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=695998319878634845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/695998319878634845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/695998319878634845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/07/things.html' title='things'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-4768226280335608751</id><published>2008-06-08T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T08:18:21.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD ANSWERS!</title><content type='html'>My good friend lucy told me she accepted christ today! HOORAY! Although it was not me who brought her to church, God did answer my prayer and lead her to Him! ONE MORE SISTER SAVED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-4768226280335608751?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/4768226280335608751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=4768226280335608751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4768226280335608751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4768226280335608751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-answers.html' title='GOD ANSWERS!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-1422298150194126013</id><published>2008-05-19T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T01:19:02.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what not why</title><content type='html'>todays a public holiday and i got a physics spa tmr!! ahhh&lt;br /&gt;hahas anyway i wan to blog about sundays sermon cause it really made a lot of sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;the topic was turn a why into a what&lt;br /&gt;the verse my pastor used was the story of a man who was blind since birth but was cured by Jesus by wiping mud on his eyes and asking him to go wash. There are two sides to this story, one is how we can learn from his faith and another is this, what did the person do after that? He proclaimed to the rest of the village that he can now see and his living testimony actually turned many in that village into believers!&lt;br /&gt;Many a times in my life, i have always complained to God. Why am i the only child? why so much homework, why so stress, why this why that. This are actually useless questions, it is more meaningful to ask what instead. What can i do for God when he has given me such burdens to bear. Like the man in the scripture, he was blind since birth and the followers of Jesus asked him. " Why he is blind since birth? Is it because of his Sins? or that of his parents sins?" It could not be of his own sins since you cannot commit any sins when u are still in yr mothers womb, its not logical. Jesus replied that it was not of his fault or his parents fault that he is blind, rather it is to show the glory of God through him. The followers did not understand this. But after seeing how he was cured and how he shared his sight to the rest and sang praises for God, they understood the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we are given problems so that we can relate to others when are have overcomed them, to encourage and support others. Other times its to mould our character to be more resilient. Like a father, God always wants to mould us into better people to serve him better. I had an operation at pri 5 and i have this huge scar over my torso. I used to think to myself, why did God ruin my body, i once had a perfect scarless body but now theres this big scar there. Why? But now i have learnt to ask what? What can i do for you God? I have shared with others about how i got this scar, but never really related it to how God has actually helped me through it. Its a lesson learnt for me to share about the gospel and testify for God through the many obstacles that i have gotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-1422298150194126013?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/1422298150194126013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=1422298150194126013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1422298150194126013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1422298150194126013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-not-why.html' title='what not why'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-783295834802643351</id><published>2008-04-29T05:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T05:47:55.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>napfa</title><content type='html'>Today was my napfa test, totally screwed it up lol. I got like AAABFD. A for sit and reach, shuttle run and sit ups, B for freakin pullup which i lost my grip on the 9th, F for standing broad jump cause my hand touched the mark behind me lol. And D for 2.4. Hahas guess this is what happens when u dun train hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-783295834802643351?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/783295834802643351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=783295834802643351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/783295834802643351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/783295834802643351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/04/napfa.html' title='napfa'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-3054407287220458023</id><published>2008-04-23T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T06:43:14.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BARACK!</title><content type='html'>Just saw this two music videos on barack. Yes we can . We are the ones. Two very strong videos that just has a simple idea behind it, to vote for barack. Its black and white, i think this means that it does not matter if you are black or white. It has loads of famous people singing , this shows how popular culture has such a strong impact on us. After watching the video, i felt that barack was like the best candidate for president in America. THats how powerful the video is. Its catchy, it makes sense, its powerful and it has impact. One video keeps saying " yes we can" and the other keeps saying " we want change" powerful words that bring hope and faith. Hope is a very powerful word, it keeps even the weakest striving, it keeps the hungry alive, it keeps the forsaken waiting. HOPE. We need hope, we crave for hope but hope does not need us. After looking at how vibrant politics is in the US, almost mechanically i compared it to the one in singapore... WHAT A DISSAPOINTMENT. We have absolutely no impactful campaigns, our headline makes up of what the PM said to the opposition. WE ARE BORING! hahas but on the other hand, we are pretty progressive and though we might be a tad too old-fashioned, its always the tried and tested way that pushes us forward right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-3054407287220458023?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/3054407287220458023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=3054407287220458023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3054407287220458023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3054407287220458023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/04/barack.html' title='BARACK!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-1604134662703088529</id><published>2008-04-13T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T06:40:04.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YO BABY!</title><content type='html'>Hahas yesterday was like my first choir concert this year, woo baby its over! but i still got another one coming at 31 may, damnit. Yesterdays concert was kinda small scale, not so many people came though there were like 5 choirs altogether. The dressing room was like KA POW! man, it had like shower and toilet in it and the tables for u to put on yr make up, it had those light bulbs that surround it which popped out to u. Like those Victoria secret backstage makeup tables. DAmnit it was nice. IT also had a TV that played whatever u can see on stage, so we could like view the concert, though the images were blurry.&lt;br /&gt;GUess who i saw there singing too!&lt;br /&gt;MISS CHENG!&lt;br /&gt;btw shes my physics teacher who is like really damn cool and kind. Shes like those hip and happening teachers, not like those traditional assholes who ask you not to talk and stay still.&lt;br /&gt;I was like holy crap its miss cheng! at first i thought shes like just some helper for pjc. But later did i know that she is from nypc choir! i have no idea what that is and i dun intend to find out, but yea it was very cool seeing my teacher sing too.&lt;br /&gt;Though the whole day was spent like singing and practising, it was all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-1604134662703088529?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/1604134662703088529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=1604134662703088529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1604134662703088529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1604134662703088529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/04/yo-baby.html' title='YO BABY!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-734971322640772205</id><published>2008-04-11T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T04:34:39.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PW</title><content type='html'>GOT  back my PW results today. i got  B! hahas not really particually happy but its alright. I thank God for my grades =). My class did generally ok too, many Bs and Cs and 1 A. My group also quite qiang, second in my class. hahas God takes care of his people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-734971322640772205?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/734971322640772205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=734971322640772205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/734971322640772205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/734971322640772205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/04/pw.html' title='PW'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-211378554423139463</id><published>2008-03-30T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T08:35:14.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Higher</title><content type='html'>TODAYS SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;I did some junior worship at 9am for the primary school age group. 3 new songs were introduced so they couldnt really sing hahas, end up i had to read to them once and sing. WHen i was reading to them the lyrics, I was experiencing what i had always seen my Sunday school teachers did, they would teach us a new song by reading it once, then we sang with the tune. Hahas i felt very much like a sunday school teacher today!&lt;br /&gt;TOmorrow is another gruelling week, got tuition on monday, choir on monday, tuition on tuesday, PE on tuesday, Choir in wednesday. Saturday got tuition again. Luckily i got cellgroup on saturday too, and sunday service! Cellgroup helps me to share my woes with my friends and renew myself , as for service i always learn something new or be reminded.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard procastinating and not doing your work, and with cellgroup and church commitments, sometimes i know i have very little time left but i still procastinate and blog( like now) But as sure as the morning sun rises in the day, i know i am in good hands!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-211378554423139463?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/211378554423139463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=211378554423139463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/211378554423139463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/211378554423139463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/03/higher.html' title='Higher'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-8033951052213279717</id><published>2008-03-28T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T07:16:30.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sore</title><content type='html'>Wa today i woke up with this terrible sore throat, must be the chicken essence that i drank tt day to pia for the tuition.&lt;br /&gt;I got back my chem results today, it was X. where 100- X = A1. find X&lt;br /&gt;Hahas it was pretty damn bad i would say, but i saw it coming. O wells guess i have to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;Then during chem pract, i have iodine all over my pants, and i didnt even notice. Ben had like one big patch cause it spilled, for me, i wiped my hands unknowingly on my pants -.-. So i have like this colourful decolourisation on my black pants now, kinda shows that i am a science student hahas. SJ didnt come to sch today, so he missed the scolding by tbp that was dished out one on one lol, then i came back and saw his blog. SJ i also dunno if sms him he can see or call him he would ans so i also dunno how to find out what happened, heng he very free so can blog about his poly clinic trip.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows ACJC fun-o-rama but i cant go damnit, got tuition in the morning and then cell in the afternoon. Wa this week really killing me slowly. Monday tuition, Tuesday tuition&lt; wednesday CCA, thursday and friday can go home only. LAck of sleep has drove me to sleep like 4 hours in the afternoon today hahas. Still feel kinda sian sian after i wake up, like i hibernated for way too long. When i nap theres like this optimum time to wake up, and if i heng heng hit that time, i wake up energised. Before that and i feel pissed lol and after that i feel like sian sian. I guess my bodys kinda screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;I better go do some work now hahas, haven been doing shit for the whole day cept reading newsweek. My addiction. NOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-8033951052213279717?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/8033951052213279717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=8033951052213279717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/8033951052213279717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/8033951052213279717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/03/sore.html' title='sore'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-3914591449686005551</id><published>2008-03-27T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T04:16:35.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the word</title><content type='html'>The last blog entry was about what i experienced for the last month, a month of struggles and hardship. A month where i denied and i pushed away my true emotions and problems. I wanted to stand like a strong firm tree, not to be swayed by the torrential wind and to survive the storms alone. Alone i stood, strong and mighty, but the rain poured and the wind howled. I began to fall. The problems are just too big for me, but it was never big if i handled it with God. I called and asked my friends, but none would and could help. " Only you can solve it" they said. I prayed and God came. He showed me the solution. The stress that i have been under, He showed me how to not take it so seriously. Not to pressure myself, and that it is normal to feel uncomfortable. All this suffering and torment, Sometimes you just feel like a fish that is placed on the soil, its not your home. Like this fish, my home is not on earth, but in the heavens above. Hence it is certain that i fail, that i feel unwanted, that i feel pain, this is not home. My calling is up there, with God. Thanks for showing me the way God, i understand so much better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-3914591449686005551?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/3914591449686005551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=3914591449686005551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3914591449686005551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3914591449686005551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/03/word.html' title='the word'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-6020074553707136975</id><published>2008-03-27T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T04:06:03.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>I was troubled&lt;br /&gt;i fell and i felt like a nobody&lt;br /&gt;people walked past me&lt;br /&gt;they did not offer any help&lt;br /&gt;no outstretched hand met mine&lt;br /&gt;my helpless limb hanged&lt;br /&gt;i was pleading&lt;br /&gt;i was calling out&lt;br /&gt;"anyone"&lt;br /&gt;My debts&lt;br /&gt;My worries&lt;br /&gt;My burderns&lt;br /&gt;They pressed down hard&lt;br /&gt;Hard on this beaten chest&lt;br /&gt;A chest full of pains&lt;br /&gt;But like a closet of secrets&lt;br /&gt;I kept it in&lt;br /&gt;But there HE stood&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to open my doors&lt;br /&gt;Not to let any secret linger&lt;br /&gt;To be true&lt;br /&gt;I was uneasy&lt;br /&gt;I was unsure&lt;br /&gt;But gradually i opened&lt;br /&gt;my life full of dark secrets&lt;br /&gt;i shone light on them&lt;br /&gt;they melted away&lt;br /&gt;As sure as the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;HE paid my debts&lt;br /&gt;HE reassured me&lt;br /&gt;HE carried my cross&lt;br /&gt;He was always waiting at the door&lt;br /&gt;waiting for me to return&lt;br /&gt;patiently&lt;br /&gt;i did&lt;br /&gt;HE saved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-6020074553707136975?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/6020074553707136975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=6020074553707136975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/6020074553707136975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/6020074553707136975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-7224241330967984611</id><published>2008-03-25T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T07:17:16.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>I haven blogged for a long long time. Just want to blog about some stuff here that i would never forget&lt;br /&gt;1. During my Ah ma's wake, 13 1723 members came! I was really encouraged by my brothers and sisters efforts to cheer me up to encourage me and to pray for me. I realised that its in church where your true friends are, it was then when i saw who were my sunny-day friends and who were my true friends. I would like to thank all my cell group members who prayed for me during those difficult times and cheered me on.&lt;br /&gt;2. During my march holidays, i was not really cheerful and was very stressed everyday, cynical and sick of life, i even thought of jumping down from my room. But I look to my right, and i saw my church. Like a candle lit up in the darkest moments of my life, i saw a flicker of hope. Not just any plain old usual hope, but HOPE that NEVER DIES! I knew that i am here for a purpose and that though i have some obstacles in my life, i am not carrying my cross alone. On easter the pastor also reminded us that as christians, we should focus on spreading the gospel and not on church activities. Because the more you are involved in church, the lesser you would be outside spreading the gospel. Whats the point of hanging a tag " christian" if you do not spread the gospel?&lt;br /&gt;3. I just got scolded by my chem teacher today, and was labeled NATO by him hahas. It means that i only talk but no action. I guess its true, i did not really study hard to chemistry for any test and didnt bother to memorise those crazy equations. But i am going to NOW! hahas yeap i got myself a new lease of hope for chemistry by having a tutor and i plan to start revising my foundation chapters NOW! no more procastinating and no more complains!&lt;br /&gt;4. I got a C for gp today! wooo though one more mark would have awarded me a B, i am pleased that i have improved from a D and i did better for summary which i had been failing last year!&lt;br /&gt;I must remember to spread the gospel and to work hard for A lvls, Because i have this hope that never dies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-7224241330967984611?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/7224241330967984611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=7224241330967984611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/7224241330967984611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/7224241330967984611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/03/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-5351140143365495699</id><published>2008-03-14T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T02:07:37.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memory</title><content type='html'>today is the 14 of march&lt;br /&gt;My ah would be 81 tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;but she has been called home&lt;br /&gt;To Where her pain will end&lt;br /&gt;where there is no words like suffering&lt;br /&gt;A place we yearn for&lt;br /&gt;a place called heaven&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts so bad&lt;br /&gt;so bad&lt;br /&gt;i have lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-5351140143365495699?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/5351140143365495699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=5351140143365495699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5351140143365495699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5351140143365495699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/03/memory.html' title='memory'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-8116929785663841953</id><published>2008-03-10T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T04:26:07.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please</title><content type='html'>Today i visited my Ahma at NUS&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified&lt;br /&gt;Tubes were placed into her mouth&lt;br /&gt;nose&lt;br /&gt;needles stuck onto her hands&lt;br /&gt;Heart rate monitors beeping&lt;br /&gt;who knows if it will be the last beep for her&lt;br /&gt;She lies there unawake&lt;br /&gt;Semi-consious&lt;br /&gt;We call out to her&lt;br /&gt;but silence was the answer&lt;br /&gt;my heart hurts&lt;br /&gt;like a blunt dagger slowly carving its way&lt;br /&gt;into my chest&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to see my grandmother like this&lt;br /&gt;My tear ducts want to scream&lt;br /&gt;Like the river nile, flowing&lt;br /&gt;But i resisted&lt;br /&gt;I must be strong for her&lt;br /&gt;I whispered "ah ma" into her ear&lt;br /&gt;I silently wish for just any hint of reply&lt;br /&gt;a grunt&lt;br /&gt;a nod&lt;br /&gt;but none&lt;br /&gt;I am overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;i look around&lt;br /&gt;the machines seem to be taunting me&lt;br /&gt;trying to say that its fruitless&lt;br /&gt;yet i need their help&lt;br /&gt;i am in a dilemma&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;to reassure her to be strong&lt;br /&gt;and to assure myself&lt;br /&gt;but her hands are covered&lt;br /&gt;with a cloth bag&lt;br /&gt;so restricting&lt;br /&gt;yet necessary&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes were always closed&lt;br /&gt;i want to see her pupils&lt;br /&gt;i want to see hope&lt;br /&gt;hence i pray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-8116929785663841953?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/8116929785663841953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=8116929785663841953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/8116929785663841953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/8116929785663841953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/03/please.html' title='please'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-7363554188995631109</id><published>2008-03-07T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T04:49:44.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batok jones, botak jones</title><content type='html'>Today i got my chinese results!!!! and i got a fabulous B!&lt;br /&gt;cant believe it&lt;br /&gt;all my "hard"work paid off.&lt;br /&gt;before that i went bowling with my class, then kanna sai only got 66 first game and 67 on the second...wasted my money&lt;br /&gt;then i got like a birthday celebration from machine ,ernie and desmond. We went to eat Botak jones at clementi. The botak burger meal i ordered was like....gulp...a very big portion. Machine and ernie ate chicken and des ate meepok. I still have the taste of the salty burger in my mouth. The fries were damn good cause the seasoning was super unhealthy, the burger was kinda dry and too much onions. So my burp stinks now. While waiting for the meal there was this botak drinks lady that kept shouting at us and asking us what we want. Due to her unpolite manner of asking, we didnt order from her and got cheaper and bottled 100 plus drinks from the provision stall just 10 m away. Thats what u get for being an asshole auntie! After i ate the meal i was like...santa. Ernie had cell group so he went off first, while me and des and machine went to machine's ah ma house to play guitar hero 3.&lt;br /&gt;Machine bought like this toy guitar for guitar hero, i tired it and i almost got spasms playing, my eyes were in a blur after the 3rd minute of the song and i was already panicking. Desmond suffered the same ordeal too, only machine was still going strong, so we decided to leave him to his toy.&lt;br /&gt;Went back home and blog...like now&lt;br /&gt;O ya i think i saw Sj sister at botak jones...looks bigger then SJ...scary. i think her name was Sq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-7363554188995631109?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/7363554188995631109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=7363554188995631109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/7363554188995631109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/7363554188995631109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/03/batok-jones-botak-jones.html' title='Batok jones, botak jones'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-4429618452950795016</id><published>2008-03-06T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:23:46.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>Yay i am 18 today, but today was rather boring&lt;br /&gt;went to school&lt;br /&gt;did some homework&lt;br /&gt;raining&lt;br /&gt;damp&lt;br /&gt;unspirited&lt;br /&gt;Then we got class bonding which was actually another term for Sabo Sam. We played find mas selamat and i got to be the police =) such a concidence man, i never get to be police before. Then mas selamat killed like half of the class before i thought it was yan jun, then it was actually darlie. damnit. after that i was forced to get taupoked by like 4 people only...and there were alot of moments of awkward silence cause i was suddenly too shy to talk.&lt;br /&gt;But i thank 07s22 for having this session with me! made me feel&lt;br /&gt;special&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;sabo-ed&lt;br /&gt;After that my 985 gang went home,&lt;br /&gt;ursa warrior went back home first and i was with zman and Sj the noob&lt;br /&gt;then sj the noob treated me to lunch at west mall and zman continue to press his phone&lt;br /&gt;we talked alot until we realise it was already quite late...like 3pm&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my dota match now, zc and sj still not online...ursa asking me where sj.&lt;br /&gt;O ya thanks people for sms-ing me, even my jjc friends =) really surprised .&lt;br /&gt;finally can go smoke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-4429618452950795016?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/4429618452950795016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=4429618452950795016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4429618452950795016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4429618452950795016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-893367412907400173</id><published>2008-03-05T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T04:55:19.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wwe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1fa87f40c3bec38d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/893367412907400173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=893367412907400173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/893367412907400173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/893367412907400173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/03/wwe.html' title='wwe'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-4261522978603751321</id><published>2008-03-04T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T03:43:07.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6a20f6f48b45f7f7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a20f6f48b45f7f7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330191172%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4AE3AA02ABD8D1955E49FE14402DB26A059CB90C.8A96E187B3289527CF326A2490A62BE32FA8AF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a20f6f48b45f7f7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBUnxBdOWktFsH0ECzxFK-298Ssc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some old video i found, just watch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-4261522978603751321?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6a20f6f48b45f7f7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/4261522978603751321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=4261522978603751321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4261522978603751321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4261522978603751321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-old-video-i-found-just-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-8861921455775862160</id><published>2008-03-04T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T03:33:27.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>try try</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1y8m9eoLaY/R80zZZesXzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/P6w_G8kMR1c/s1600-h/%40-0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173848058347937586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1y8m9eoLaY/R80zZZesXzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/P6w_G8kMR1c/s320/%40-0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1y8m9eoLaY/R80zQZesXyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BUH8Stwm2-c/s1600-h/%40-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173847903729114914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1y8m9eoLaY/R80zQZesXyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BUH8Stwm2-c/s320/%40-0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;attempting to upload pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;homework time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;my zambimaru cannot extend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-8861921455775862160?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/8861921455775862160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=8861921455775862160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>1st march!</title><content type='html'>5 more days to being legal to smoke, cant wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-8132601965957370897?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/8132601965957370897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=8132601965957370897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/8132601965957370897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/8132601965957370897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/03/1st-march.html' title='1st march!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-7984938654065270229</id><published>2008-02-29T03:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T03:22:24.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>x country day</title><content type='html'>WOOO today was cross country day, actually its just running the canal to and fro. But its cross country day PJC! i was fortunately an official! The sun was blazing hot and imagine squeezing with 1800 sweaty horny boys and girls to the finish line, its just really retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Our class got MELVIN WAYNE ALVIN who made it to top 25! with SIJIN at 79 and daryl at 59 shuwei at XX and who else... ZEMAN WAS slacking la. Zeman the ass was still with us when we were watching the girls flag off, then we realise wtf! why issnt he running.&lt;br /&gt;Great day i got a badge for being and offical.&lt;br /&gt;I got to see people wheezing like hell&lt;br /&gt;I am a sadist&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-7984938654065270229?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/7984938654065270229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=7984938654065270229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/7984938654065270229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="mailto:*#@#&amp;amp;$"&gt;*#@#&amp;amp;$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and GP&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="mailto:#*!@^&amp;amp;$&amp;amp;!^@)(!&amp;amp;$"&gt;#*!@^&amp;amp;$&amp;amp;!^@)(!&amp;amp;$&lt;/a&gt;#*(@!&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;but classes end at 1.30pm&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-3699353335711687390?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/3699353335711687390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=3699353335711687390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3699353335711687390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3699353335711687390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-blog.html' title='blog blog'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-624684175908419994</id><published>2008-02-25T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T04:33:54.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>Just a little something i would like to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was seventeen&lt;br /&gt;He taught me how to treasure&lt;br /&gt;How to Hold on&lt;br /&gt;How to love&lt;br /&gt;How not to waste each day&lt;br /&gt;How fortunate i am&lt;br /&gt;Of who i am today&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful&lt;br /&gt;when i was eighteen&lt;br /&gt;She taught me selflessness&lt;br /&gt;To be strong&lt;br /&gt;Reminded&lt;br /&gt;Of how fortunate i am&lt;br /&gt;She taught me how precious life is&lt;br /&gt;How it easily breaks&lt;br /&gt;How some things are lost&lt;br /&gt;How simple things can make someones day&lt;br /&gt;How guilt feels&lt;br /&gt;How it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Of how i am moulded&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish never to forget such valuable lessons&lt;br /&gt;That one only learns once&lt;br /&gt;And that A Random Kindness a day&lt;br /&gt;Builds an ARK&lt;br /&gt;To sail through troubled waters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-624684175908419994?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-7845240258722545614</id><published>2008-02-22T23:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:19:19.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wa lao another 985 problem</title><content type='html'>friday i was released from school around 1pm, damn happy, damn excited cause early dismissal for people with no gp remedial. going home with zc, we took bus 985&lt;br /&gt;normally 985 will turn right at the T junction after passing one bus stop, on friday, the bus turned left&lt;br /&gt;I have very traumatic experiences with taking the wrong bus, so my OMG sense was tingaling and i kept asking Zc if this was bus 985. I tink i was the first to realise it cause 1 min later, the whole bus was in a uproar.&lt;br /&gt;Little assholes from twss were shouting vulgaraties at the bus uncle and some aunties trying to look like teens were pestering the uncle if it was bus 985&lt;br /&gt;I could tell from the uncles tone that he was under trementous stress&lt;br /&gt;his reply was " sorry ar i thought i driving bus 190"&lt;br /&gt;immediately after he said that, a loud "CB AR!" was heard from some little mlr at the back from twss. Zc was just laughing like hell and i was tryin to fish out my phone to take down a video of it.&lt;br /&gt;So my 1pm dismissal ended up to be a 2pm dissmissal cause the uncle was not very skilled at making estimations for U-turning the bus. It did not help that bastards behind were shouting like.. hmmm students from a shit sch? oo let me rephrase, students from twss.&lt;br /&gt;though being a person on the bus, i didnt feel alot of stress, i tink if i were the bus uncle, i would lose it.&lt;br /&gt;what i would do if i were the bus uncle faced with a situation trapped with assholes&lt;br /&gt;1) get off my seat&lt;br /&gt;2) scan for the assholes at the back&lt;br /&gt;3) locate their position&lt;br /&gt;4) give them a piece of my mind&lt;br /&gt;5) copy down their NRIC&lt;br /&gt;6) ask them to get the F out of the bus&lt;br /&gt;7) if possible, try to knock them down while moving off&lt;br /&gt;8) report this matter to the shit sch they belong to&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;8 handy steps to use for situations when u are trapped with assholes without violating the law.&lt;br /&gt;this should come in handy sometime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-4983089818327634971</id><published>2008-02-19T07:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T07:23:22.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>angry mob</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i was too tired to blog, i wanted to blog about this f-ed up mlr girl that did not bother to give up her seat of her bag. it happened like this&lt;br /&gt;i boarded the bus 985 with machine&lt;br /&gt;we went to the back row which had 5 seats&lt;br /&gt;machine managed to get a seat(3rd one)&lt;br /&gt;i was looking at this f-ed up bimbotic moron that just stared blankly at me when i was obviously hinting with my body language that she should get her f-king bag off the seat.&lt;br /&gt;I wont do this if&lt;br /&gt;1) shes handicapped&lt;br /&gt;2) she looks exhausted&lt;br /&gt;3) her bag is damn big like melvins&lt;br /&gt;4) shes old&lt;br /&gt;I left out mentally retarded and blind cause thats the only two possible handicaps that will allow her to continue placing her bag on an empty seat during peak hours.&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the stare&lt;br /&gt;and she gave me the " so what" look&lt;br /&gt;some people just want to pick a fight at the wrong time of the day&lt;br /&gt;being in school uniform, i couldnt really fight with her&lt;br /&gt;so i just continued to look at her and she continued to be blind&lt;br /&gt;that just really ruined my almost finished day&lt;br /&gt;machine told me that her bitch friend( i associated this girl with this fking bitch ) also placed her all so important bag with tonnes of gold onto an empty seat&lt;br /&gt;so basically its machine sitting beside two bags and the bags sitting beside two bitches.&lt;br /&gt;I just hate people who fucking think the world revolves around them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-4983089818327634971?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/4983089818327634971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=4983089818327634971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4983089818327634971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4983089818327634971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/02/angry-mob.html' title='angry mob'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-6228168883654817330</id><published>2008-02-17T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T06:21:56.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging about nothing</title><content type='html'>Its sunday, today i went to church, read the newspaper and went for a jog. How exciting. Life in singapore is routine, mudane and boring, for me.&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the decorations of lunar new year&lt;br /&gt;i wonder into the past&lt;br /&gt;Past of festal joys&lt;br /&gt;Of anticipation of our gathering&lt;br /&gt;buts its gone now&lt;br /&gt;leaving behind a void i cannot fill&lt;br /&gt;frustrations overwhelm me&lt;br /&gt;confusions i cannot comprehend&lt;br /&gt;why does time pass me by&lt;br /&gt;leaving me to eat her dust&lt;br /&gt;i want to hold those times&lt;br /&gt;making it last&lt;br /&gt;its slipping away&lt;br /&gt;like sand&lt;br /&gt;i cannot grab&lt;br /&gt;what remains&lt;br /&gt;sadness&lt;br /&gt;envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas i am soo not poetic, damnit i want my hong kong cousins back for chinese new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-6228168883654817330?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/6228168883654817330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=6228168883654817330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/6228168883654817330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/6228168883654817330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/02/blogging-about-nothing.html' title='blogging about nothing'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-596377669020634735</id><published>2008-02-14T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:36:01.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V day</title><content type='html'>hahas this is my 100th post!!! and its valentines day too!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i am not going to blog about valentines day cause it was kinda mundane for me =(&lt;br /&gt;I will blog about my trip to the barber!&lt;br /&gt;Our class had a attire check on wednesday, and cause my hair was too long, i was caught.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cut it but the salon only opens today, the salon that i often go.&lt;br /&gt;I made two trips down and in both trips, the salon was filled with aunties who tried to be assholes. The first trip was made when i was on my way back from school, i walked all the way to the salon and peered through the glass doors. Seeing that there were some people inside, i ventured in to ask how long the waiting time was, the barber said 30 minutes, and the asshole lady beside him had to add in " Go drink a few cups of water and come back" ( in chinese) her asshole friends laughed at her joke( or her lousy attempt at a joke). I walked out of the salon without taking a second glance at that jackass. I was pissed. i wanted to point a finger at that aunty while walking away but i decided against it, i hate people who try to be funny when they are not. Why dont the aunty try walking a %*#&amp;amp;#ing long distance from the interchange to the salon just to be told to wait another 30 minutes and some F-ed up joke. She will be feeling F-ing pissed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time i went down, i noticed that the salon was still kinda filled with people. So i went down the row of shops and came across this barber shop. It was kinda old school with pictures of old hairstyles painting the whole shop. I felt uneasy about entering such barber shops cause they do not give me an upmarket image and i felt that the barber would give me a lousy cut. But i went in anyway after being reminded of that F-ed up experience at the salon. An old elderly man greeted me in chinese and told me that it was only 8 dollars for cutting my hair as a JC student. I sensed his hospitality and i went to have a sit on the chair. The uncle was friendly throughout and kept asking me to tell him if i wanted any request. THis is the first time in all my hair cutting experience that i have been constantly asked earnestly how i wanted my hair to look. All the other bastard salon owners either have their own opinion and or alter ego and would not hesistate to tell me how i should look. Even if they asked of my opinion, it would be with such pretense at trying to please the customer. Either this uncle has very good acting skills, or he is just genuine of what he says. I could tell he was trying very hard to show me that he can be as good as those other salons who charge more and how versatile he could be. It was his hardworking spirit that moved me and how genuine he was throughout the whole process. He could be as old as my grandfather but he was quite nimble. I applaud his concern throughout the cutting process and though his skills are not quite up notch, i can simply overlook it as he as proved to be a good barber. This is in such stark contrast to assholes next door, literally.&lt;br /&gt;Guess i will be looking forward to go back there again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-596377669020634735?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/596377669020634735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=596377669020634735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/596377669020634735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/596377669020634735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2008/02/v-day.html' title='V day'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-3781391162600739942</id><published>2007-12-19T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T06:29:45.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laos gift of sight mission</title><content type='html'>this is my 99th post! so fast huh!&lt;br /&gt;This post is going to be about my laos trip from the 9 of december to the 17 of december, i hope i can recapture my memories and narrate it into a fabulous post for myself and anyone who reads =)&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, i was really kinda sick of going to the airport already, usually when i travel on the airplane, i would get this magical and excited feeling. This was not so on the first day, i am blaming it on the thailand trip which was just 5 days before this trip. No more magical, excited, anxious and looking forward to flying on the not soo smooth silk airways, it was replaced by a feeling of dread and just "zzzzzz" or sian-ness. I met those people who were going on the same mission and did a little self introduction. They are all older then me though some did bring their children or childrens friend or friends children along, closest to my age was an 18 year old girl from tjc. My aunt met her colleague from her school nygh. Her colleague was really a warm and friendly lady, but after i told her i was from choir, she kept asking me to sing. She had a son which was from ajc and my age too , so i sorta like talked to him while waiting for the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Some introduction to this mission*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis trip is a trip to laos to help the villagers there prescible and dispense eyeglasses so that they can see, so its called the Gift of Sight mission. I went there with my aunt and my cousin adela. Its a cooperation of two teams, one from singapore ( lions international) and one from luxxutica*( i tink its spelt like that) international. So from the singapore team we have the lions and henderson and clementi woods and extras like us going. WE are not part of lions, neither are we part of henderson secondary / clementi woods secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we transfered a flight from singapore to bangkok and then bangkok to vientiane, the captial of Laos. Laos airport was really small, there were only two conveyer belts and one duty free shop inside. There was only two air passages that could connect the aeroplane to the airport. SO its pretty small. We stayed at novotel in vientiane to wait for the children from henderson who will join us on the second day, i was supposed to share a room with another Lions member who is a complete stranger, luckly he dug into his own pocket and said he wanted a seperate room. SO i got a room to myself =). It was kinda hard adjusting to the room that was given at first, the location of the room was kinda ghostly, imagine a dark hallway, dimly litted, crisp air and silence whistles of the ventilation. Now place a room at the furthest end of the hallway, that was my allocated room. When i walked there, i could feel shivers going down my spine and my hands were breaking into cold sweat, i went into the room and felt a ghostly presence. Not wanting to indulge in such a spooky atmosphere anymore, i ran back to the counter at the first floor to ask for a room change. It was much better when they changed the room, it was changed to the room beside the flight of stairs that led directly down to the lounge, so it was much much better then that ugly and dark room all the way down the hallway. It was hard getting sleep on the first and second night, maybe its because its my first time travelling without my parents overseas to such a faraway land, or maybe its just the lousy mattress that had a spring jutting into my back when i laid on it. Luckily there was a bible by the bedside, so i guess Jesus must have known that i would face this obstacle and hence saved me by placing a bible by the bedside to strengthen me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the second day my aunt brought us on a tour around vientiane. We went to the morning market which had many friendly DVD shops which are banned in singapore, many fake mp3 and old television sets. I guess it looks old because singapore is just so darn advanced. After visiting the morning market, we had a drink at one of their local coffeee houses, i got myself a chocolate drink. OK i didnt know chocolate drinks could actually taste this darn good! it was just super super thick and rich with chocolate. imagine just drinking milo powder by itself, thats how concentrated it was! o my! i could not even finish a 250 ml cup cause it was darn heaty and i could almost feel my nose spilling out blood. Now i look at milo drinks a different way.&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch at a cafe, it was kinda upper class i guess as the only customers we saw were like ang mo's. No local went there. It even had wi-fi, now thats just pretty darn amazing, but the bill was pretty darn expensive too. After we had our fill, we went to visit papaya spa, but unfortunately, it was closed on mondays. Hence we went to a salon which caught my cousin's eye. There my aunt did her hair wash and my cousin and i dyed our hair. The results wasnt very obvious, i didnt look like i had dark brown hair and my cousins hair looked like it was only dyed at the front. Guess you cannot expect much for a $16 bucks dye job.&lt;br /&gt;WE walked around for a bit at the city centre of vientiane and ate from a roadside prata store, the prata there had condensed milk spilled onto it and sugar. No curry like singapore. For dinner/supper i had a giant hamburger and my cousin had a steak, my aunt had fried rice. THe hamburger was soooooo huge that it lasted me for day threes 6 hour bus journey to the province where our mission was going to start.&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog about day three tomorrow . I stil got darn hw to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-3781391162600739942?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/3781391162600739942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=3781391162600739942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3781391162600739942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3781391162600739942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/12/laos-gift-of-sight-mission.html' title='Laos gift of sight mission'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-6080530099076686378</id><published>2007-12-17T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T08:17:25.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thailand</title><content type='html'>Due to a popular request from ernie, i shall blog about thailand though i just came back from laos.&lt;br /&gt;The memory is not really fresh but i guess i can still talk about some interesting parts of it.&lt;br /&gt;Thailand trip was like last week third to 6 of december. Took thai airways there, the airplane advertisement is an irony. THey say " Thai airways.....Smoooooth as silk" when they finish showing you how not to drown with the lifevest, and when the plane rattles and rolls, smooth is the last thing on yr mind.&lt;br /&gt;When i saw thailand airport, i was like woah shit! its sooo damn big! and its pretty nice too. Flashback to my past experiences in thailand.&lt;br /&gt;I was primary 2&lt;br /&gt;i went with my family and another friend family&lt;br /&gt;i got tummy ache and could not go into their *snowcity* which was supposed to be damn good&lt;br /&gt;i broke the hotel room glass cup and tried to hide it in the dustbin but was discovered when we were leaving for our flight&lt;br /&gt;i broke a vase when i was playing catching with my friends at this store, the vase was taller then me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo when someone says thailand i get all this negative images, o ya one more , i went to pukhet the last time and guess where i saw my hotel in picture again?&lt;br /&gt;It was on the straits times when they featured the place tsunami happen to drop by and i saw what was supposed to be the hotel i stayed in. The macdonals outside had a W instead of a M. Yupps that sorta like sums my whole thailand memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i saw the airport, hope ignited in my heart, like a spark in the darkest night. Suddenly the disturbing images i had of thailand slowly faded away, like a shooting star. ok this is really poetic. But yea it was really nice&lt;br /&gt;however after stepping into the airport....i was like... is this completed? ok what i saw was , let me try to describe it, imagine underground carpark, the grey concrete. got that image? ok paint that all over our singapore airport and minus away the heavily carpeted floors. Thats thailand international airport for you. But it was still big on the inside. Way better then their previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO we went in blah blah took a coach to the hotel which was called patu( sth sth) princess hotel which was located in the heart of the city, like mandarin hotel in singapore. the best part was, it was connected to a shopping complex called MBK! like they hav an enterance from the hotel to the shopping complex! how cool is that! ok the shopping was kinda nothing special, the foodcourt there sorta like uses a card or coupon system, so like u wanna buy u go there and tap the card then at the end when u exit then u pay at one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the kings palace in thailand. Took a boat there from one of the sky train( mrt) stations. the sky train is more passenger friendly then the one in singapore. In singapore the hand hold/ rail is just one stright bar and it sorta like cuts off where the doors are at. So if u are standing near the door u got nothing to hold except the glass door which doesnt assure you that u wont fall. The skytrain however has handrails stretching all the way to the doors so u can hold it even if u lean next to the door, which is good design and good thought. singapore should learn from them. The palace was really big and they had temples in the palace, thailand is a buddist state so they had the buddist temples inside the palace. It was really grand, everything was painted in gold and alot of  time must have been spent buidling it. But it was really commericalised. What do i mean, first you have to pay an enterance fee to visit it, secondly the king does not stay there, he stays at the side where the gate is so big and mighty its unclimbable. So the part we went were for like tourist. THirdly people there were selling those lotus plants they use for their offerings to tourist and last but not the least significant, there was a souvenior shop.&lt;br /&gt;who knows next time they might build a macdonals there&lt;br /&gt;yupps so it was really crowded and hot, so after awhile you get pissed off and just wanna get out of the huge maze of people and concrete.&lt;br /&gt;We visted chinatown too, kinda like singapore chinatown just that they bbq seafood there openly and speak thai.&lt;br /&gt;we also had a thai massage which was kinda crap&lt;br /&gt;1hr massage&lt;br /&gt;40 minutes spent on the leg&lt;br /&gt;what sort of full body massage is that&lt;br /&gt;might as well call it lower limb massage.&lt;br /&gt;nothing really special happened after that&lt;br /&gt;shopping centres hav metal detector doors that u must go through before u can enter&lt;br /&gt;throw a stone and u can hit a police officer&lt;br /&gt;yupp that sorta sums up thailand&lt;br /&gt;at least thats my image of thailand for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-6080530099076686378?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/6080530099076686378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=6080530099076686378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/6080530099076686378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/6080530099076686378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/12/thailand.html' title='thailand'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-377777359628336112</id><published>2007-11-15T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T05:36:23.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day four!</title><content type='html'>Today is day four of my volunteer work! yesterday, which was day three was just ok. Got to know that the exploded flesh that i mentioned in my previous post is actually known as bedsores. Saw more of that yesterday and how to clean it. but nothing much about yesterday seriously.&lt;br /&gt;But today! i got to approach a occupational therapist! this was like THE path i was going to choose if i could not make it into nursing. It was really cool to know what an occupational therapist does. They help patients to be as independant as possible while doing everyday task. For example switching on the light, wearing clothes, walking , climbing stairs etc. Yupp and they rehabitate the patient by letting them do some activities. Today the OT(occupational therapist) asked the patient to use his hands to do a cycling motion on a stationary machine to strengthen his arms and thrown small rubber hoops of various distance from the seated patient into a basket. The OT told me that this helps to strengthen his balance and his strength. An OT will also visit the home of the patient and advise the caregiver of the patient what to install to aid the patient in everyday living, example a ramp to go over a small curb. Yupps! so it is an really interesting job as you have to come up with creative ideas to help the patient. Its somewhat like physiotherapy too.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is my home nursing attachment, apparently the nurse forgot to help me ask the home nurse people. Hope it does not happy tomorrow! cross my fingers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-377777359628336112?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/377777359628336112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=377777359628336112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/377777359628336112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/377777359628336112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-four.html' title='day four!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-6134664151743210057</id><published>2007-11-13T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T03:20:01.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St luke day 2</title><content type='html'>Today had to wake up at 6.30 to make it to st lukes hospital. Its the second day of my attachment and its getting more interesting by the day. Yesterday which was the first day, it was kinda ok ok only, had lecture then was at the ward until around 4. Learnt how to take blood pressure, temperature, pulse and respiration rate. I didnt know all the graph drawings that we learnt in secondary school will come into use when recording all those readings. The readings are actually drawn as a graph to see the fluxuations. Blood pressure is drawn in red and temp and pulse in blue.&lt;br /&gt;Today was much more exciting. In the morning the patients were showered. I saw them do a trolley shower, that means the patient is placed in a trolley and they shower him when hes lying down. They use this hand gloves to shower and scrub the patient. Its really complicated cause the patient cant really move himself so imagine two tiny nurses flipping him over to the side.&lt;br /&gt;I also wittnessed a sponging of a patient. This patient has like a contagious wound disease, so when u go near him, you have to wear gloves and an apron. one of his leg was amputated and his hair was kinda like falling out. He was on diapers so when the nurses opened his diaper, its not a pretty sight with "discharge" all around the diaper. Later they peeled open a dressing to reveal a wound. This is the worse wound i have ever seen. Its located somewhere near the pelvis area and the flesh is like blasted open. I actually saw his spinal cord bone! as it was near his anus, some "discharge" also went into this wound and as the wound had a contagious disease, the nurse could only squeeze the sponge "water" into the wound to clean it. After that they dried him up and clothed him.&lt;br /&gt;around 9 am, i was brought to the out patients' clinic. Its where patients of the hospital, or the public can visit the doctor for followups, x-ray, dental and wound care. I got to sit next to a speech therapist! He said he did his degree in malaysia and came to singapore to work. He specialises in swollowing disorders and i noticed he was talking to the patient about anything under the weather. He told me later that this is one form of checking for any slurring or stuttering. He also made the patient swollow water to check if there is any obstuctions in the trachea.&lt;br /&gt;After looking at what a speech therapist does, i went over to sit in for two consulations by a doctor. He basically follows up with the patient and provides appointments and medication for the patient. He got some missing information off the net when he could not find the hardcopy, i didnt know our medical records were all recorded online!&lt;br /&gt;After that i went for lunch before heading back to the ward to measure BP, temp, pulse and respiration. I was also taught how to use the manual measuring BP instrument! i always wondered how the mercury filling up would tell u the bp until i discovered the secret today!&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a fun and exciting day. Tomorrow i might be attached to a house nurse, woo exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-6134664151743210057?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/6134664151743210057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=6134664151743210057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/6134664151743210057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/6134664151743210057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/11/st-luke-day-2.html' title='St luke day 2'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-5070332573759086112</id><published>2007-11-10T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T21:49:11.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No worries!</title><content type='html'>yay i got promoted! though overall my chem was still Ungraded. My bet with Jesus has came true. Yea i sort of challenged him to this promos. My faith was pretty weak before this promotional exams so i had a gamble with God, i said " dear God, if u are true and real, and all that i have learnt is authentic and genuine , you will make me pass my promotional exams. My faith is not strong and i need this reassurance from you so that i can directly see that you are true." Something along those lines. So i waited and waited, without a worry cause i knew that somehow God will answer my prayer. I see my prayers gettting answered not really instantanously but slowly, from the doing of my exam papers, to the hardcore mugging behind it. I felt a sense of spiritual encouragement to push me to strive to promote. But i still needed that last confirmation on 9 of nov to see if Jesus is real to me. Well yes he is! although i know it was wrong to challenge God like that, i just really needed this affirmation when i was starting to lose my trembling faith. Like a newborn calf i stumbled when i tried to pull my faith together, but now i can proudly say i have a new testiment to make! And that is Jesus promoted me! He promoted my faith, my belief, my confidence, my trust, my love and all that is good! God is good! All the time! through the darkest nights, His light will shine! Yes i have not worshipped a pagan God all these while!&lt;br /&gt;I punch my Fist up into the air, for i know my renewed faith will carry me through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-5070332573759086112?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/5070332573759086112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=5070332573759086112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5070332573759086112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5070332573759086112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-worries.html' title='No worries!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-7747819094898744540</id><published>2007-11-02T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T08:28:01.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boring</title><content type='html'>Its the holidays now, thought i hav Op next monday. Sure feels boring. O ya my promo results were ok, i got BBU for my 3h2 and CDU for my 3h1. so kinda like sitting on the fence, dunno if i can promote anot. Its november already, the year sorta flew by so quickly, it seems like only yesterday i was still at JJC. My volunteer attachment at st lukes home for the aged is coming up in a week, and so is my metro SIF charity , in december i have my lions gift for sight programme where i help kids at laos prescribe spectacles. Looks like i have a busy holiday ahead and might not be so boring after all. Church camp is also coming up on the last day of december. Activities activities activities, and i stil have my untouched holiday homework. I should find some time to exercise too for next years nafa test. Getting all flabby and unfit this few months. work work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-7747819094898744540?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/7747819094898744540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=7747819094898744540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/7747819094898744540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/7747819094898744540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/11/boring.html' title='boring'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-1953566458896946800</id><published>2007-10-16T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T05:27:27.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OPOPOPOP</title><content type='html'>today was Op rehearsal day! i didnt look at the slides before hand so my presentation was just spontanous. So next time 1) no hands in pocket 2) speak at a regular pace 3) use eye contact&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong to follow my social etiquette trainer to stand with thumb in the pocket and four fingers in. Said i appear unconfident. sigh&lt;br /&gt;one of my group mates was also down with fever so luckily another of my group mate could adapt in time and take his position too.&lt;br /&gt;sigh life between A lvl pw/ chinese and release of promotion results sucks ass. Feels like holiday but cant play due to the tremendous workload from the chinese department.&lt;br /&gt;Only thing better is that canteen issnt as crowded cause J2's dont have to come to sch, though some still turn up =/&lt;br /&gt;have to go back and do my damn chinese 3compo and 3 full papers. chinese sucks ass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-1953566458896946800?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/1953566458896946800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=1953566458896946800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1953566458896946800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1953566458896946800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/10/opopopop.html' title='OPOPOPOP'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-8066982738670541204</id><published>2007-10-15T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T08:02:33.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dental</title><content type='html'>Today was a school holiday. slacking the whole day. Chinese sucks so i didnt do the ws. Had a dental at 4.&lt;br /&gt;Dental nowadays are not free anymore, and its not cheap too&lt;br /&gt;for the fillin of 3 tooth at 35 bucks a pop and x ray of wisdom tooth at 15 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;But the dentist was kind and charged me only 100 bucks and gave me an additional mouthwash =)&lt;br /&gt;but still its bloody expensive for dental nowadays&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to have no consession in JC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-8066982738670541204?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/8066982738670541204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=8066982738670541204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/8066982738670541204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/8066982738670541204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/10/dental.html' title='dental'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-4067071211968816736</id><published>2007-10-13T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T07:18:17.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>odies</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning, somethings on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas i went to an old folks home today to help out&lt;br /&gt;it was a church activity so it was kinda fun&lt;br /&gt;the girls were singing songs with the old people&lt;br /&gt;and the boys were cleaning the place up&lt;br /&gt;woah first time i see such dirty windows in my life&lt;br /&gt;lizard shit, dead insects, grime and dirt for like 10 years all there&lt;br /&gt;almost made me go crazy and run off just by looking at them&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun with my friends helping out too&lt;br /&gt;it was nice seeing old folks singing along and doing the actions to the song&lt;br /&gt;some were very enthusiastic but some were just kinda bored i guess&lt;br /&gt;when i clean around their cupboards and all&lt;br /&gt;some were broken off hinges&lt;br /&gt;some were cracked&lt;br /&gt;my heart just went out to them&lt;br /&gt;next time when i earn and income&lt;br /&gt;i vow to donate some money to homes like these&lt;br /&gt;to help them live the other half of their life.well&lt;br /&gt;joining a trip to laos to help people there regain their eyesight again&lt;br /&gt;hope all goes well and i can go&lt;br /&gt;may Jesus continue to remind me how fortunate i am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-4067071211968816736?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/4067071211968816736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=4067071211968816736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4067071211968816736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4067071211968816736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/10/odies.html' title='odies'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-1087180505746347541</id><published>2007-10-11T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:56:42.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be rich</title><content type='html'>I just happened to chance upon this blog that wrote" to be rich is not by what you have, but what you need less" Today i was walking to a coffeeshop to seam some buns, supposed to be for the cell group that was gathered at my house. I was walking to the mrt when i saw this familiar old lady selling tissue paper. Normally i would just try to avoid hearing her say " kim jua" (hokkien for tissue paper) cause it really just makes me guilty. However today i bought some tissue paper from her for 2 dollars. I dont think its alot of money but i hope it would help to make her life easier a little. Its really heart wrenching to see her squat there with a pile of tissue paper trying to sell them just to make a living. here i am complaining about Pw and how i need new clothes and there is that old lady trying to make a living selling tissue paper. Sometimes i think that i should be constantly exposed to such hardships in Singapore to kick me into reality. I take too many things for granted and never give thanks often. In Evan Almightly, Evan was told to build an ARK to " change the world" as Evan prayed to God. ARK actually stands for A Random act of Kindness. So to change the world we should all start with small acts of kindness to one another. This is really true to me, i am really blessed with alot of things and its time i should give back to the society.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i am going to volunteer at st luke home for the aged in my holidays! Where i can help old folks in the home be it feed them or change bedsheets or just talking to them. My eyes will tear when i see old folks (esp ah ma's ) having a hardtime in the later stages of life, maybe its because i am really close to my ah ma that whenever i see old people i see an image of her which just spurs me to help them.&lt;br /&gt;O ya my friend ernie started a prayer group in pjc today! He is really brave, if it were me i wont even budge into such stuff. Met some new friends like glen who prayed for me. I think it is really wonderful to be a christian, although we just meet for the first time( me and glen) , i could feel him sincerely praying for my needs. Its like we all know one another really well because we are christians. I thank ernie for this wonderful opportunity and of course my beloved friend Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Can feel my faith gradually increasing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-1087180505746347541?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/1087180505746347541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=1087180505746347541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1087180505746347541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1087180505746347541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-to-be-rich.html' title='How to be rich'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-1755788039518355908</id><published>2007-10-07T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T05:25:52.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eat!</title><content type='html'>Wow its after my exams and i just had lunch with my aunt and family today! we went to triple three resturant at the mandarin hotel. The food was really damn damn damn good! there was dory fish, rabbit meat, fresh oyster, raw salmon, chocolate fountain, raspberry ice cream, stir loin cuts and many many more mouth watering dishes! the best was the dory fish man, totally boneless and a whole chunk of juicy tender fresh fish meat. Man was it heavenly. They even gave my dad a birthday cake as it was his birthday on thursday. The richness of the chocolate is enough to turn anyone diabetic. My dad is 50 years old now! i wish that he can have good health to enjoy the latter century of his life :).&lt;br /&gt;As for my exams, well i am sure God will take me into his hands and provide the best for me. Faith !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-1755788039518355908?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/1755788039518355908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=1755788039518355908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1755788039518355908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1755788039518355908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/10/eat.html' title='eat!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-2561048978381744274</id><published>2007-09-19T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T03:26:02.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY IQ is 122!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations, Samuel!Your IQ score is 122&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others. Your Intellectual Type is Visual Mathematician. This means you are gifted at spotting patterns — both in pictures and in numbers. These talents combined with your overall high intelligence make you good at understanding the big picture, which is why people trust your instincts and turn to you for direction — especially in the workplace. And that's just some of what we know about you from your test results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-2561048978381744274?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/2561048978381744274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=2561048978381744274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/2561048978381744274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/2561048978381744274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-iq-is-122.html' title='MY IQ is 122!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-3051899376800314257</id><published>2007-09-15T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T07:53:51.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>I am starting to doubt my faith. All this years of worshipping and praising, is God real? I start to lose my focus in church, because i cannot convince myself that God is real. I do not attend cell group so frequently now, and prayers are always slipshort and un-earnest. What is happening.&lt;br /&gt;So many questions to answer being a Christian, why is life always so unpleasant, why are there seperations even in christian denominations, why did mother teresa doubt God too. I am struggling to solve this burning doubts, but its all in vain. I do not know what is true now, is Jesus real? Do i even need God? Who is God?&lt;br /&gt;My results in school are not really good, and i pray with such fervour that i was on my knees, but i do not seem to see any changes. I am dissapointed at myself, and God. I once said that i would never look back after following Jesus, that i would sing of His praises forever, but those words cannot come out now. Is my life empty now that i have placed Jesus aside? I seek answers but none can answer. I know i need help, its like wearing a huge "HELP ME" sign but not wanting to receive help. Maybe its me, maybe i am weak.&lt;br /&gt;If you are really out there God, whoever you are, please send me a sign. Please renew my Faith and keep me burning. My wax is running short and my wick is wearing thin. If you are real Jesus, please show me a way. For this candle for you may just die out soon. Jesus are you the King of this life, this heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-3051899376800314257?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/3051899376800314257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=3051899376800314257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3051899376800314257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3051899376800314257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/09/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-4294278829107998817</id><published>2007-08-25T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:17:00.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>Ernie was asking me why i never update my blog nowadays le. Well i am either too busy or too lazy. theres sth interesting to report about . Malaysia's government ordered a Tamil-language daily to immediately halt publication for a month Friday as punishment for printing an image of Jesus Christ holding a cigarette. But do i see christians burning down tamil temples? Do i see christians boycotting those that provoked their religion? I dont think so. The firm even pleads for a lighter sentence that try to dismiss it as a careless mistake. Even in my local newspaper this report is given as big a report as the weather forecast. Although i do feel that this matter was taken too lightly, i still find myself forgiving them. For they do not know what they have done. Jesus has taught us well. And he is the solution to problems big or small.&lt;br /&gt;Love solves all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-4294278829107998817?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/4294278829107998817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=4294278829107998817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4294278829107998817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4294278829107998817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/08/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-4669028448491231013</id><published>2007-07-29T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T08:12:38.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gods plan</title><content type='html'>I had always been taught&lt;br /&gt;to ask God for what I needed&lt;br /&gt;and that he would give me&lt;br /&gt;whatever I ask for in his name.&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked God for&lt;br /&gt;prosperity, power, popularity,good grades, safety, success,good friends, health, and wealth.&lt;br /&gt;In all these things,&lt;br /&gt;I asked God for more of what I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;but he gave me more of what I needed:&lt;br /&gt;Himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-4669028448491231013?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/4669028448491231013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=4669028448491231013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4669028448491231013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4669028448491231013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/07/gods-plan.html' title='Gods plan'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-2864254505145495467</id><published>2007-07-26T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T06:05:44.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>lifes very bad at the moment. Results are not good. Life is hard to keep up. feel like i am rolling downhill....fast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-2864254505145495467?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/2864254505145495467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=2864254505145495467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/2864254505145495467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/2864254505145495467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/07/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-4525335232822535406</id><published>2007-07-06T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T07:13:46.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6/7/07</title><content type='html'>Tomorrows like the 777, 7 of july of the 7th year of the second millennium. Many people are getting hitched and one of them is my preacher. Anyways, its also earth day tomorrow. All AL gores bright idea, proceeds will be like channelled to some non-profit organisation founded by Al gore too. But the idea of having like music concerts all around the world that consumes enough energy over 24 hrs to feed a small country is like hypocritical to the cause. On one hand we are desperately trying to promote anti- ozone depletion and anti-global warming, on the other hand we are consuming so much energy just to raise this awareness. So the assumption is that after 7/7/7 we will all be like save energy man! icebergs melting! after hearing bands like linkin park we will somehow relate it to using energy effiecient light bulbs.&lt;br /&gt;I dont see the link, maybe it will raise awareness for a little bit, but for all the energy they consume for it....it better last.&lt;br /&gt;Its good that this idea is raised, just that its not really fully functional. Some ideas may seem good but are not practical. Like this Live Earth thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly. Is wearing green going to stop icebergs from melting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-4525335232822535406?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/4525335232822535406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=4525335232822535406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4525335232822535406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4525335232822535406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/07/6707.html' title='6/7/07'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-7451487161410527174</id><published>2007-06-30T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:15:41.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love transends all</title><content type='html'>Yes i have not been blogging lately, maybe it was due to the exams i was facing or just pure laziness.&lt;br /&gt;Although i have not been blogging, i have been reading other peoples blogs.&lt;br /&gt;I used to use blogging as a way to vent my frustrations when i was at the pinnacle of throwing myself off the building. It was just a pure moment of bliss when i read the hateful things i have wrote in matters of injustice in life. I thought that by letting others know my very strong views and takes about those matters, i would change something. It might be their thinking of that person or event. I just enjoyed being in control when i blog about other people. I knew that by impersonating the names i would get away scott free without trouble from the authorities. But all this were just temporal. Everytime i visit my blog, i would see "Jesus, king of this life, this heart" and my postings which were just pure lousy at being a living testimony for christ. I choose to ignore it as i thought it was just a skin, something that was a facade. But thank God that gradually i began to sense the wrong in posting such devious things and cracking jokes out of such crude humour. I thought to myself, is Jesus really the king of My heart? this was really hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;It was then that i chanced upon this verse, that says " This commandment we have from him; whoever loves God must also love his brother." 1Jn 4:21&lt;br /&gt;Have i been loving my brothers by speaking of such evil about them? i would love to say yes, but sadly i shook my head. I had not shown the love that Jesus had shown for me, and i still say that i am a christian.&lt;br /&gt;For what is a christian if he has no love for his neighbours and enemies?&lt;br /&gt;I would rather not be a christian if i had no love for others.&lt;br /&gt;I had no acceptance for others and was unwilling to just love others for who they are, i tend to love the good side of people and despise the bad.&lt;br /&gt;Was this what Jesus had shown for me?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;He loved me when i was a sinner and through this i could find the strength to love others unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;"we love because he(God) first loved us" 1jn 4:19&lt;br /&gt;Yes we must all learn to love and accept one another.&lt;br /&gt;because " anyone who does not love.does not know God" 1jn4:8&lt;br /&gt;Thus love your others as you love yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-7451487161410527174?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/7451487161410527174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=7451487161410527174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/7451487161410527174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/7451487161410527174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-transends-all.html' title='Love transends all'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-4684350504525969821</id><published>2007-06-21T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T02:09:22.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAYS ONE DAY AWAY!</title><content type='html'>WOahs todays physics was like....wtf? so many questions and not easy. looking forward to tomorrows maths then chinese on monday and then....end of mid years! hopefully can pass 2h2 and 1h1 and gp. I wan to get promoted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-4684350504525969821?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/4684350504525969821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=4684350504525969821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4684350504525969821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4684350504525969821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/06/fridays-one-day-away.html' title='FRIDAYS ONE DAY AWAY!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-7516549243419166761</id><published>2007-06-14T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:52:25.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1723 camp!</title><content type='html'>WOW! tremendous feeling of warmth and fellowship was experienced last night after i took a nap from my camp. I took a leap of faith by investing 4 days into church camp though next week is my MId years and God rewarded me FULLY! I finally found old friends and pulled the distance between my church friends! THe feeling of fellowship and the LOVE is just GREAT! I wanted to change church before this camp cause i did not LIKE the WORSHIP. but it is only after this camp that i know that my LOVE is with BBPC! though i LIKE the worship over at HOPE but my LOVE still remains with BBPC! i have really grown through all the numerous opportunities PROVIDED by 1723! I was given the role of group LEADER! it was not easy to lead a group of brothers and sisters who were more EXPERIENCED than me. i was given the knowledge of the PROBLEMS faced by the church and I feel INDEBTED to HELP! I have been cultivated and harvested in BBPC, and by no reason should i NOT help them BACK! I LOVE my CHURCH and my FRIENDS and of course JESUS who SAVED me! I shall continue in 1723 to GROW in FAITH with GOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-7516549243419166761?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/7516549243419166761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=7516549243419166761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/7516549243419166761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/7516549243419166761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/06/1723-camp.html' title='1723 camp!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-4143727884333501963</id><published>2007-06-06T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:02:11.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He saved me</title><content type='html'>Today was a really mudane day, until i went for a jog. I ran from my house up to railmall then to ford factory then bukit batok nature reserve and back passing by all the condos. That was not the interesting and really miraculous part. As u can see i have to pass by quite a few traffic lights as i run this path. Theres this traffic light before reaching ford factory directly like down the hill from all the " hume 1,2 ..." I was running and i saw that the light was red, i didnt really see carefully and looked at the on coming cars if there was any. I saw this blue comfort taxi zooming downhill and i was like, its red light, it should stop. With my Mp3 player playing eminem's guess who's back playing at the background, i could feel my feet wanting to move to the beat. However as i tried to cross the road, my legs just did not cooperate and kept jogging on the spot! i was like hey what the... then the taxi brushed past me at high speed. It was then that i realise that the red light was not for the taxi, it was a red MAN! If i continued to run without stopping right there, i wont even be blogging now. I did not really notice this until after my run when i was doing my stretching.&lt;br /&gt;I looked back and like was really wowed! This may sound really werid but i know that Jesus was there pulling me back, holding my legs from running forward. There was no reason why i could not run on, i was not tired, i was not weak and i just started my run. Jesus saved me today and for that i am thankful to have an all knowing and powerful God. I used to doubt miracles would happen in today's context like turning water into wine and stone into bread. But if not for this miracle that happened today, i would not have lived.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus saved my soul and he will save yours too, if you believe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-4143727884333501963?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/4143727884333501963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=4143727884333501963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4143727884333501963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4143727884333501963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/06/he-saved-me.html' title='He saved me'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-2207997920921057777</id><published>2007-06-05T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T07:56:36.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday</title><content type='html'>Today i had to literally dig myself out of the bed in the morning. Was like so sleepy and had to keep giving myself this surges of motivation to sit up and get out. Managed to do physics today, so the day was not too wasted, though i have to continue later with maths. This saturday i am going to try out this new church called ' hope church'. Partly due to the fact that i need a new form of worship and sort of like stir up my passion to worship. the passion sorts of gets killed every sunday when i go to church and the worship is like singing this traditional chinese songs in which are in old chinese. Some words i cannot even read and the tune is somewhat the same. I know its not in the music that i must worship, but its hard to stay on something that does not really make me feel into it. What is the point of singing a song which i cannot read and understand. Its not that my current church is lousy or it sucks, its just that i need this change.&lt;br /&gt;I do agree that when it comes to sermons, the marvels of chinese language is that it comes as very sincere and very warm to me, partly because its my mother tongue. Sermons in English just do not really have the same effect as chinese sermons, chinese sermons make me think more deeply into it. I guess i do learn more in chinese service, if only they could make the worship interesting .&lt;br /&gt;I am a young man living in a generation where music of pop genres greatly interest me and if i am confined to the singing of just traditional songs in church, i am afraid i lack the drive. The hard to read chinese words do not help at all in the singing of the song, sometimes i find myself just humming the tune without knowing what it means. this is just pointless in worshipping, i find that if i have to worship, i hav to know what i sing so i can sing it with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that Jesus paves my way in front of me that i will continue to sing and praise him forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-2207997920921057777?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/2207997920921057777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=2207997920921057777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/2207997920921057777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/2207997920921057777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/06/tuesday.html' title='tuesday'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-4031338448501960867</id><published>2007-06-04T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T07:37:47.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one more week!</title><content type='html'>Gosh went for gp today and i failed my compre test! heng my essay got quite high so it sorta like counter balance the shitty compre. The compre wa piang! my summary cock up la, dunno who tell me the language not important, its the points that counts. Then i dumb dumb go and try, never change the words then my gp teacher placed like sporadic "L" throughout my summary. L means lifted and which is a subset of language, not loser or lame -.-'. Cause of that, i was not awarded any marks for the 15 points that i had which i did not rephrase. Damnit next time cannot anyhow listen to other ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Go home tt time si bei suay, rain so heavily. Then i only got one umbrella, but shu wei on the bus with me. I ask him if he wan to share anot, but he very kind say dun need. I feel very bad and guilty la. I alighted from the bus le, walking home then suddenly see Jianmin aka machine at the bus stop. I was like wtf? he never go Gp lesson why he need to go school. Later then he tell me is he go and do PW. then also suay take bus rain. So also quite heng never share umbrella with shu wei, if not 3 ppl how to share one umbrella. Got one small boy dun hav umbrella, so he gung ho chiong home. Heng he never fall down, if not wet , bleed and pain.&lt;br /&gt;This week hav to chiong le, if not next week got church camp no time to prepare for mid years. Kanna sai i still blogging here, somemore in singlish. Kao i need to go do work man. WORK WORK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-4031338448501960867?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/4031338448501960867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=4031338448501960867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4031338448501960867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4031338448501960867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-more-week.html' title='one more week!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-8645523462585535594</id><published>2007-05-31T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:40:14.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd week le</title><content type='html'>Wa piang second week of my holidays are ending le. Still got two more weeks in which one is taken up by church camp to revise for my mid years. DIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-8645523462585535594?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/8645523462585535594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=8645523462585535594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/8645523462585535594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/8645523462585535594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/05/2nd-week-le.html' title='2nd week le'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-8386534465891610721</id><published>2007-05-31T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T04:06:55.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>house upon the rock</title><content type='html'>today was pretty eventful, went to ming li's place for some fellowship thingy for adults.&lt;br /&gt;He said he would be going for this week's 1723 =) praise the lord.&lt;br /&gt;After that my mom wanted to go and visit the new house to see how its like. I myself was kinda looking forward to it after i heard that there are like new kitchen cabinets and like windows and all. I was rather optimistic about the look of the new house. However when i saw the kitchen, i was like...what the hell? why did it look so mismatched, the colours didnt go, the texture of the cabinets were dreadful. But i was like heck, its just the kitchen. I went over to look at my would-be room. I stepped in hoping for some really nice and presentable windows, instead i was greeted with windows that brought me back to the 1960s. Gosh they were so terrible and so fugly. I screamed in my mind when i stood there gazing at the MISTAKE. I would never picture such ugly and unsuitable windows anywhere, but now its in my room! I went over to open it and i noticed that the handle was so flimsy that in years to come i could imagine myself breaking it one day due to the fact that it is so fragile. screaming in my head and unable to comprehend such lousy taste, i ran to my parents would-be room. GOSH! Something like albino tree made cupboards were staring back at me! there was no contrast to the colour of the pale shaded room and the cupboards look so OUT!&lt;br /&gt;So i said to my dad, " this sucks! especially the windows" . His reply was " well just live with it, mom finds it beautiful thats why." (  cheap rather than beautiful was my shot back)&lt;br /&gt;Now i find myself dreading the day that we have to move. To a house which was not even designed by the more sensible people in my family, my dad and i. It was the master piece of my Mom the "creative genius"&lt;br /&gt;Still unable to fully accept the the fact that our new house looks like shit. All thanks to the designer, my mom&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for some divine interception to turn this nightmare around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-8386534465891610721?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/8386534465891610721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=8386534465891610721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/8386534465891610721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/8386534465891610721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/05/house-upon-rock.html' title='house upon the rock'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-7537716968665506192</id><published>2007-05-29T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:17:21.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PW HELL</title><content type='html'>Crappy day experienced today. My pw grp had a meeting to go and visit museums and like scout for old air-conditioners today. The rain was pretty bad as we met up with school, my groupmates ben and enrui were like already drenched before the "adventure" started. Why did i use adventure? well you will find out as i write.&lt;br /&gt;First we had to make our way to the bus stop which is located around 300m away from our school, if the distance is not daunting enough, add torrential rain and lack of umbrellas to the picture. We braved to storm and made it pass to the carpark which was behind the bus-stop,success! Witnessing a middle aged man slipping from the slope which was covered with puddles and grass showered with rain, made us weary of our steps. Seeing his slipper fall apart into two after his balance was gambled with the strap made us grateful that we had shoes. Onward group ! we made it safely up onto the bus, abit making ourselves wet in the process.&lt;br /&gt;On the bus xun kai managed to find a seat though the bus was packed. The other group members could only gather around him and hope earnestly that a passenger would alight soon. Soon we were all seated but it was like... just two stops away from our destination. Exception was shu qing who wanted to stand through out the whole journey.&lt;br /&gt;We managed to dig out some information from the counter girls at the national museum however we were still short of the interview that we yearned.The ladies at the counter were friendly and cheerful, abit mocking at the start when we asked them our fundamental question of what they thought of air-conditioners. Next stop, was the SAM( singapore art museum)&lt;br /&gt;SAM was pretty close by, just a stones throw away from national museum. It was once a school so the designs were nostalgic for some. The man at the counter was pretty unfriendly at the start but soon he sorta like calmed down. Maybe it was due to the fact that my groupmate shu qing took over the conversation from me. I know i look like a pia kia with my current hairstyle but why the discrimination. My other mate xun kai was fliming the process down so maybe thats what made the man at the counter behave. We made off with similar findings from the national museums. Outside the SAM, ben and i were invited to pose for a picture for some unknown lady. Being friendly students of pioneer, we agreed without doubting her intentions.&lt;br /&gt;Completing half of the task that we ventured out for, we left for boon lay, oblivious that dangers were lurking ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Took about 45 minutes to travel from " duo mei ge" hahas dhoby ghaut mrt to boon lay. The guys manged to sit down with the lone lady still standing stubbornly. We went to have a short snack at jurong point before taking 246 down to jakan tukong. We waited at the bus stop with only another old man in line besides my pw group. I was thinking, must be damn isolated and located in some suburban part of undiscovered singapore. that sadly came through, worse, it started raining again while we made our way there. Thus after we alighted, we were stranded on some really freaky place, the kind that has " danger!" written all over it. The industrial sheds there looked like they really needed a new lease of life. The continuous downpour did not make the windows of the rundown sheds look any less ghostly, the sheds look like hiding places for kidnappings and murders. I shit you not on that, but my group has many brave souls, so we casted aside our worries of getting kidnapped, robbed, stabbed, beheaded, shot, ran over, or lost and we braved the storm in search of the truth of the myth of the sale of second hand air-conditioners in that place. Travelling around there was not a walk in the park. Dogs threatened the safety of my fellow comrades ( hahas its like a battle) and the people there were like those evil people you see on tv. Assumptions you can say, but everyone of those people working on that lane that we met looked like a possible criminal suspect. This shook our already quavering confidence that we would make/ crawl out alive. The search was in vain and we headed for something we could all agree on for familiarity, the bus stop. At last! the bus arrived to bring us out of that unpleasant place that gave us the chills just by looking at it. i could say i was transported back to civilization when the bus deported us at the terminal.&lt;br /&gt;Phew what a day! guess we really stepped out of our comfort zones totally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-7537716968665506192?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/7537716968665506192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=7537716968665506192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/7537716968665506192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/7537716968665506192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/05/pw-hell.html' title='PW HELL'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-424532054250391073</id><published>2007-05-27T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T06:56:58.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>motivated</title><content type='html'>damn sian nowadays, dun feel like studying for MId years, dont feel like doing anything. even blogging is boring. sheesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-424532054250391073?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/424532054250391073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=424532054250391073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/424532054250391073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/424532054250391073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/05/motivated.html' title='motivated'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-4398050113989426890</id><published>2007-05-13T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T07:30:38.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i went for sunday service, it was as enriching as ever. today the pastor talked about how Jesus gave 3 men 100 bucks and how two of them returned with 1000 and 500 respectively but the last one didnt do anything with it. Jesus gave 10 empires to the first man and 5 to the second, but to the third he said he wanted to have him punished. I guess its like that in our lives too. We often receive many gifts from God but if we do not use them to serve him, we too will be punished. One of my 1723 members just called me around 9.30pm and i took the first step to tell her that i wanted to serve God. He shall lead me from here i believe. When He comes again will i be able to say that i have ran the race and fought the fight? I shall confirm that with actions of service.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i have chemistry test! got to mug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-4398050113989426890?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/4398050113989426890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=4398050113989426890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4398050113989426890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4398050113989426890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-i-went-for-sunday-service-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-7479003845352167767</id><published>2007-05-12T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T08:21:48.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great !</title><content type='html'>Today my friend Si Jin came for my 1723 fellowship! extremely happy and estatic about it. There was this one scene where i sat between him and my other pal Alan and i actually dreamt of that scene! no kidding man. Today the bible study was about your gifts from God. My friends had gifts like playing the piano and leadership qualities. Me? i am not sure. Is my gift persuading my friends to church? cannot be since i only brought around 3 since secondary 3. My gift leading people? cant be since i feel unmotivated at times when i have to lead. I guess my gift is to talk to people and share their problems with me. I can really just sit down and start to understand people well. Think thats my gift. I am also one that encourages and comforts, though sometimes i need those myself. But i always found it easier to comfort someone than myself, same goes for encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;I have a 1723 church camp coming up on the 11 of june, i really want to go but i got mid years the week after. I am in a state of confusion if i should go for the camp though i feel that it might affect my studies. My seniors in the church hinted that i might have a chance to serve God as they might put me in a serving position, not just a participant. I find that its very important to serve God now that i am able to. I have always been on the receiving end and seldom gave back. I think i would have to go for the camp and forgo studying for the mid years. Sometimes i have to think eternally to make decisions like this. What would last forever? will it be my studies? my career? my family? or God? i am certain the answer for me is God. that would be answered in my camp.&lt;br /&gt;may i continue to stay forever in faith and service to the church and my saviour Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-7479003845352167767?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/7479003845352167767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=7479003845352167767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/7479003845352167767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/7479003845352167767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/05/great.html' title='Great !'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-1742531193714616716</id><published>2007-05-07T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T05:49:08.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>werid blogger</title><content type='html'>bloger is getting werid. just went to collect my O lvl cert today. School was empty due to mid years. Holiday coming soon. Chem spa on wed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-1742531193714616716?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/1742531193714616716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=1742531193714616716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1742531193714616716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1742531193714616716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/05/werid-blogger.html' title='werid blogger'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-6306898566313383673</id><published>2007-04-29T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T06:44:35.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday</title><content type='html'>Today i attended sunday service. It was really great, i learnt that to walk with Jesus, one must have the courage to walk with him first. He gave us an example of how one pastor would follow you around for 10 days. After 10 days you would know his bad habits and his likings and stuff you didnt know before. So are we that brave to have Jesus walk beside us?&lt;br /&gt;we always think of God as high and almighty, but is he really that far? For he stays in our hearts. There was this very insightful example he provided too. He said that at his church( he was a guest speaker) there was this pastor who addressed God as Ba*ba*(chinese) which is father. I have never thought of it that way that we can address him as Ba* ba*. I have always addressed Him as Jesus, or God. Never ba* ba*. Maybe because the chinese way of calling him father ( ba* ba*) draws us closer to him. For ba* ba* is looked upon as the one whom have watched you grow up and gave you life. How ever similar to our Lord, it has never struck me that i could call him Ba* ba*. Guess every sunday really renews me and teaches me something.&lt;br /&gt;I was very delighted to have my friend Lit hien during service. He has not been attending the adult service for a number of times and i was kinda dissapointed. But today he did not dissapoint. I thank God for bringing him back to our midst.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i have this goal for myself, it is to bring two of my classmates to Christ. They made me feel fortunate and blessed and i badly want to share this good news with them. Pray that Jesus would heal them and touch their hearts. I also pray everyday to be more on Fire for Jesus. I have not been very passionate about spreading the gospel in class lately. Maybe its due to the fact that everyone is still new and its not exactly the best time to spread the gospel. I fear rejection and i fear that i might not be eloquent enough to convey the message. I fear that my life might not be glorifying His name. I have many fears. Pray that i will have strength to overcome them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-6306898566313383673?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/6306898566313383673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=6306898566313383673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/6306898566313383673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/6306898566313383673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/04/everyday.html' title='everyday'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-1383670187574910379</id><published>2007-04-25T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T06:35:59.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>Nowadays when i talk to my classmates around me, i find that i am a very fortunate child. Broken families, financial problems, transport headaches and hungar pangs i have none of this. Everyday i have my dad to bring me to school and talk to me, my mom who welcomes me when i come home. Sometimes i just take all of this for granted, like its supposed to be,when its not. I complain when dinner is not warm, i shout when i am reminded, i guess i need to change.&lt;br /&gt;I need to change and be reminded that what i have may not last forever. I need to learn to help those that are in need. I need to learn not to judge, for i will be judged that way. I need to be compassionate, for i may need pity and compassion one day. lastly i need to learn to forgiven, as i have been forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;Today i skipped choir practice, i have no excuses, i am pushed. Out of SYF. Should i rejoice? Or should i cry? Injustice? or just pure lack of talent. I agree with the latter. I would pull the choir team down. Prevent them from gunning that GOLD. Dissapointing them with my weakness. Sigh i guess life still goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-1383670187574910379?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/1383670187574910379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=1383670187574910379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1383670187574910379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1383670187574910379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/04/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-5693774064518131612</id><published>2007-04-18T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T07:41:16.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silver</title><content type='html'>Today was the schools annual sports day, as usual it was filled with adrenaline pumping boys and girls. I got silver for my shot put event but i didnt do well enough for my javelin to be even qualified. Guess JC standard is much higher. On monday i went for AJC's choir performance at the esplanade(durain) and it was mighty good. 15 dollars for a peformance that lasted around 2 and a half hours with perfect pitching on everysong and actions that were sychronised so well you would have thought they were in uniform groups. I have a voice check coming up on friday and i am supposed to perfect the SYF set piece which is song without words. Yes literally song without words, so its just pure pitching. That is quite a feat for me to perform considering that i only used my voice to shout in npcc last time. O ya today my friend lit hien( who now wants to be known as Alan) did his campaign speech for council. I guess it was pretty much ok except that leotard and i were fliming him, which gave him unwanted stress hahas. Hope i can do well in my voice check on friday and that choir can cut us J1's some slack. Its only the second month into choir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-5693774064518131612?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/5693774064518131612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=5693774064518131612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5693774064518131612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5693774064518131612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/04/silver.html' title='silver'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-3001941095939324577</id><published>2007-04-13T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T06:58:48.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cant be too loud</title><content type='html'>this week was full of ups and downs. Had alot of stress since monday, after chemistry test which totally destroyed my morale for that day. i could not sleep well and i kept thinking of how concert would be on saturday and that i may not be up to standard. and i had two more test coming up. But Jesus gave me strength to pull through. He told me to let go, let it go onto Him and He will carry it for me. He did carry it for me and i survived this really stressful week. I was so stressed on monday night that i had a fever, so had to take MC. But although i had many rocks of obstacles thrown at me, i still consider myself blessed.I still can sing and i still can go to school, today i had diarrea, i dunno whats wrong but it was just really bad. but i have learnt to let go and to just give myself some slack time. no more late nights in school after choir concert tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-3001941095939324577?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/3001941095939324577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=3001941095939324577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3001941095939324577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3001941095939324577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/04/cant-be-too-loud.html' title='cant be too loud'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-6470906870030215891</id><published>2007-04-01T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T08:07:18.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>delighted</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my grandmothers 80th birthday! celebrated it at safra mt faber as it was handicap friendly. Almost all of our extended family came to celebrate with my Ah ma. We sang and danced for her. She was really estatic and happy. On the way home i sang her two songs i learnt in church and she said i sang really well. I seldom sing for other people but as it was for my beloved ah ma, i sang my best. At first it was really awkward in the car as it was silent and there was this deadly silence. But i kept thinking that if i didnt sing now for her, will there be a next time? So i started by telling her i joined choir then singing the songs for her. Thank God that my Ah ma is saved by salvation and this really makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i think about how she showed me strengths that really like tells me" wow if she can do that, why cant i?" My ah ma is half paralyzed but she still does everything with ease. through my experiences with my ah ma, i am made stronger in character. I hope my Ah ma lives long enough to see me start a family, and for me to make her smile again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-6470906870030215891?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/6470906870030215891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=6470906870030215891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/6470906870030215891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/6470906870030215891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/04/delighted.html' title='delighted'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-3507666504997323931</id><published>2007-03-27T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T06:35:10.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GP!</title><content type='html'>yay choir pract over at 7.15 again. draining me continuously. yay today most ppl voted me as best debater in class, partly due to the fact that only like 5 was talking. woophie ran 2.4 km today and clocked 12 min ++. sigh so tired and hav to do homework. Choir is really killing me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-3507666504997323931?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/3507666504997323931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=3507666504997323931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3507666504997323931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3507666504997323931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/03/gp.html' title='GP!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-4788599277271147962</id><published>2007-03-21T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T06:07:28.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh</title><content type='html'>Everyday i come home like around 7 plus due to choir, not that i dont like choir but what the hell, everyday of the week. This is really eating into my well being in the area of sleep. Sigh had a sore throat for like a week already and today i had to sing some super high notes for boys. My throat felt like a thread over stretched until the point of breaking it. I think choir people should train our vocal techniques first before introducing us to the songs, since i have no pior background to music or singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now on the way home, i was really disturbed by this sight. It was this well dressed lady who was properly groomed scavaging through the donation point outside the salvation army. She was like hunting for something that was of use to her and she did not look like she was really in need of something. First she ransacked the place where people usually drop off clothes and bags, then after finding nothing valuable, she moved to the toy section. By that time i was already up the flight of stairs at the overhead bridge and was throughly disgusted at that sight.Someone should put a THOU SHALL NOT STEAL sign there to fend off this ugly thieves in the vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing i learnt today was during my civics lesson. The project work question from cambridge was given out in class and as you know the retainees didnt have to do it again. Or rather they cannot. i have always had a very bad or negative impression of retainees as the rowdy and aloof bunch of retainees in Jurong JC had etched so deeply a negative connotation to the word retainee.Thus it was no different in my class. I shall be honest and admit that i do to some extent look down on them. howevery things took a different turn today.I remember what the civics teacher said which really hit me hard. She said" You guys are very lucky to have senior J1's in your class! they have greater experience in PW and can really help you along !" WOW that really hit me especially the first part in which we are lucky to have retainees in our class. I never ever had that thought before until today. This really changed my perception of them and now i can honestly without blinking say that i do not look down on the retainees anymore. I have always associated them with words like lazy or untidy or just plain stupid but never greater experience. But now i see the good points in them and this really covers up the bad points that they have. I must admit i am rather naive or foolish to think that i am greater than them in many ways, but now i know that they too are precious in the class. Really thankful for this eye opener , thanks Civics teacher!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-4788599277271147962?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/4788599277271147962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=4788599277271147962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4788599277271147962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4788599277271147962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/03/ahhh.html' title='ahhh'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-4928723329026571438</id><published>2007-03-19T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:37:22.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New class! Fear!</title><content type='html'>I am officially in 07s22 IN PJc now! wow my class has like 28 students with like 6 girls(only) and a huge massive 22 boys intake. Sigh why so little girls. All the boys look like they want to pick a fight and the retainee looks like hes very BU Shuang with the class. Reminder to self, it is only the first day and things will turn out fine. My civics tutor is Mrs angie ng or was it ang....Shes really strict about grooming and she tried to speak to us in perfect english though she is a chinese teacher, good effort i would say. However when writing down the timetable, for mother tongue she happily wrote (chinese) beside it not realising we have an indian in our class. Gee teachers nowadays, outright discrimination. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to voice my opinion on someones opinion from the straits times forum in home today which is the 19 of march 2007. Dear mr joel chia ze hong wrote that he is disturbed by the fact that a rapist could own a pet shop. let me type out his concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disturbed by the article, "rapist gets 16 years, 10 strokes' (st march 10) not only because of the young age of the victim and the offender's lack of remorse, but also because of the fact that someone with such a history of crime, violence and gang activites could be allowed to own a pet shop. the clientele of a pet shop would definitely include young people and children. furthermore, no one knows what hurt or harm he had done the the animals under his care. in some countries, former offenders are not allowed to own businesses. although i belive that we should give ex-offenders a chance to turn over a new leaf and encourage them to be gain fully employed, we should not aloow those with such violent past offences to own businesses like pet shios, where they are very likely to come into contact with young people, and can use their " gang connections" to instil fear in thier customers, in addition to having defenceless animals at their mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were his exact words published in the newspaper. after reading it, i felt a need to do justice to the rapist owning a pet shop though i have no connections with him whatsoever. Firstly mr joel said, rapist blah blah blah.. to pet shop the first sentence.For a rapist to get 16 years in jail and 10 strokes of the cane is not something to joke about, okay he has made a mistake and raped a young victim but how does the author know that he shows absolutely no remorse over the matter? surely after the 10 strokes of the cane, your remorse will spill out like the blood on yr backside liao. So he has history of crime violence and gangster activities, does that give Mr Joel the right to blacklist him in society? Has Mr Joel done nothing wrong in his life? I dont mean killing or burning people's houses but little things like lying and cheating? If His life is so perfect that he has no wrongdoings too, i can accept it that he openly accuse and points his finger at such a man. But if he has wrongdoings too, should he be blacklisted in society too? For there is no greater wrong or lesser wrong, wrong is wrong and he who has no sin can cast the first stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, he said that the pet shop would like clientele of young children, this i can agree, as more pet owners are indeed getting younger, but what was he trying to hint? that he would rape his young customers? for when you read on you can see that he didnt explain that point until the last part when he said that they are likely to come into contact with young people. So what does Mr joel want the rapist to do? lock himself in insolation and avoid all contacts with young children for he will instantly feel the urge to rape them? i think Mr joel is being very narrow in his viewpoint by saying this sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, he said, no one knows what hurt or harm he had done to the animals under his care. Again what is his point in making this sentence? stirring up suspicion and doubt in the readers heart? or just proving that he is making such an assumption that when you look at it deeply, you can see the naiveness in the writer?ponder upon that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next point would be he said" in some countries, former offenders are not allowed to own businesses" By saying that, he is blantantly trying to discourage the chance of letting offenders start afresh again, he is trying to say that hey, other countries are doing it, so why not in Singapore. It was a very weak point as he did not list out the countries,making him lacking evidence in his argument.Singapore cane ppl on the backside, does that make other countries follow suit? no! if Mr Joel is not happy with the policies that the government has drawn up, he can jolly well pat his backside and go north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Ironically he says that he believes that ex offenders should be given a chance to turn over a new leaf and that they should be employed. Now it is hard enough trying to employ offenders giving the kiasi situation in Singapore. So why not make them employers? will there be such a vast difference if i withheld them from being employers and only restrict them to  being employees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of his argument comes " we should not allow ......can use their "gang connections"&lt;br /&gt;to instil fear in their customers , in addition to having defenceless animals at their mercy"&lt;br /&gt;THis is pure BULLSHIT! when i read this, i was wondering if the person who submitted his feedback had a mind of a dimwit. he has made a sweeping statement that all rapist have gangster power and can force the customers to fear them. what the hell is that man, if you are a customer in a pet shop, would you buy a dog just cause the shop owner uses his gangster stare or his connections to threaten you? If he wanted to do that, he would have became a loanshark and not a pet shop owner right, what the hell is wrong with you Mr joel? were you ever afraid of the shop owner before? more likely it was the other way round. Last part to sum it up, havint defencless animals at their mercy, so the rapist owns a pet shop, and what does he do? sell pets right? so if he mutilates his pets, would anyone be sane enough to buy? wont he be making a loss? Mr joel says as if he owns a pet shop so he can toy with the animals and abuse them. Does mr joel know that animals can attack back if provoked? just hit a stray cat on the road and see what happens, and i would say that defenceless is not suitable anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO the bottom line is, if you have a weak argument and screwed up imberciles mind, dont put yr name to shame by writing on the forum in ST, for it will just be an object of humiliation for others like me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-4928723329026571438?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/4928723329026571438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=4928723329026571438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4928723329026571438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/4928723329026571438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-class-fear.html' title='New class! Fear!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-702266069149063298</id><published>2007-03-18T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T06:16:08.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JC students taking the poly route</title><content type='html'>The average students (def: L1R5 &gt;20) from the 'o' lvls are screaming that they cannot get a place in the coverted courses in poly and are thus forced to take the courses that they dont want. while the top students in the o lvl's are saying mockingly that since they scored well, they get the right to push those weaklings off the courses they want. Harsh it may sound but i do agree with the top scorers, since you did better, naturally  you can get into your choice of selection. My solution to all the average kiddos there? RETAKE YOUR O LVL LA! seriously do better and get into your dream course, if you are not cut out for it, you probably wont survive in the poly course that you want even if it crushes yr dreams and slices off your soaring wings. Pick yourself up and study something else, surely everyone has other talents, its just if you discover them soon enough before you grow old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do despise those top scorers for making such cutting remarks on the newspaper and adding insult to injury, they had a photo of themselves. Bet you those average students will etch the faces into memory and assult them on sight after this article. If you do well, dont boast and say something that everyone doesnt like to hear like" o its my right to choose, o i studied so i deserve it" we all know that very well and we dont need you all to rub salt into our wounded pride. so my advice to all this smart asses on the street? WATCH YOUR BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i went to cell group yesterday, and i learnt something that cannot be found in ten year series or textbooks. That is whatever you achieve now, is all Gods grace, he gives them to you, so it doesnt mean if i study hard i will surely get the results i want. You will only get it if God gives it to you, and like the Curse of the golden flower quote" what you cannot have, you cannot snatch" when chow yan fatt spoke to jay chou. Same applies in life, its all Gods grace that you have what you have now, if He said stop, what would you survive on? ponder on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrows the start of lecture week in PJC, really hope i have a good class that provides good support to my A levels. BUt in my heart, i think 4c1 06 is still the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-702266069149063298?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/702266069149063298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=702266069149063298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/702266069149063298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/702266069149063298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/03/jc-students-taking-poly-route.html' title='JC students taking the poly route'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-5080996872167186713</id><published>2007-03-16T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T19:02:26.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XLass</title><content type='html'>Just slept from 6pm yesterday to 9 am today. Guess this is what happens when u stay up late for the past two nights. I even felt the effect of not sleeping much on the second day of the chalet at night when my classmates were playing BUrnout on Xbox. My senses were like half a beat slow, when the car crashed in the game, it took me one second to realise it. This chalet was pretty fun though we had a bunch of ah bengs for our neighbour. Not like those fake ah bengs but real ones with tatoo. Scary to stay beside them as we are all good students with no connections with the underworld and as such when we were at such close aproximity with Them, it really scared us bad. It was great to  be back with my ex-class again, nothing has changed much, everyones personality is still the same. CHalet life can be summarised in three words, Eat, Sleep and DS. It was just a cycle of going out to eat, then sleeping or playing Nintendo DS. Luckily i brought it along if not everyone would be dead bored in a spartan chalet room. Wow i must mention the toilet. Before the swarm of people arrived, i was actually the first to enter the chalet. I was looking at the toilet and saying, wow this is not bad, it has nice decorations and layout. After the chalet, wham! the toilet was so gross that people didnt dare to venture in anymore and bathing at the public toilet was becoming top piority. Hahas thats the funny part about chalet, although you dont think individually you would dirty the toilet so badly, after two days you look and the toilet and go ewww.&lt;br /&gt;After the chalet i went to khai enns house along with chloe. Her dog was not very bold with strangers. It was shy and kept. Wonder why was that. Then i played Sims on khai's computer and built a house spelling my name and got the -.- look from khai. nothing much funny or interesting to blog nowadays, lifes getting mudane. Looking forward to singing english songs in Choir now, since the SYF pieces are like one japanese, one russian and one without words, just the tune. lastly hope that  my throat is ready for wednesdays choir practice. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-5080996872167186713?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/5080996872167186713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=5080996872167186713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5080996872167186713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5080996872167186713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/03/xlass.html' title='XLass'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-8760768617925566199</id><published>2007-03-06T04:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T04:53:46.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!</title><content type='html'>todays my birthday! and i celebrated it by watching Hannibal rising! lol gory show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-8760768617925566199?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/8760768617925566199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=8760768617925566199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/8760768617925566199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/8760768617925566199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy.html' title='Happy!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-1806672415324195798</id><published>2007-03-04T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T05:14:33.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DS</title><content type='html'>TODAY I GOT MY NINTENDO DS!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOO FUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! lOVE THE STYLUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-1806672415324195798?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/1806672415324195798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=1806672415324195798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1806672415324195798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1806672415324195798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/03/ds.html' title='DS'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-5792317585008152250</id><published>2007-02-28T04:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T05:09:27.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after i did my homework, i went to watch the ARENA. RI vs HCI leh, mai siao siao, two top end school using mouth to fight. See so many young punk there all look so fierce and steady, except the last punk from HCI really CMI. The topic was are youths today really apathatic about politics. Hmm i would say ABU THEN! look at things like lift upgrading, sure concern us one what, we vote for opposition then no more lift to every floor! but got upgrading also SiBei noisy, also no good. But politics not only about lift upgrading. Also got many many many more. The first punk from HCI damn exceptional, talk like machine gun, super fast and super articulate. Not like other punks got the 30 sec countdown all gabra, anyhow talk, end up lose so pai sei. Got one young punk from RI very short and look very puny, but he beat the HCI guy flat man, he attack attack attack, HCI punk cannot answer, only want to read from script. BOO i say to HCI! No o lvl big ar! People shoot you question cannot reply, still ask people allow u to ramble on your points, no wonder lose!&lt;br /&gt;Just now watching the DANCE FLOOR, wa see liao very buay ta han, all dance until so suck, judge still stand up and say HO! Only li Lin sensible say bo ho, the rest all want to gain audience favour, say good. Keep it like that, i tell you the winner only can be busker on orchad road. I see Ang Mo You Think You Can Dance all the dancer all sibei ho la, can dance hip hop also can tango, everything also can. Here u see those lao kok kok people, how to hip hop u tell me? everyweek only can dance tango or cha-cha, this is competition at national level leh, not some Community Centre competition. You old folk only know one dance how to become versatile dancer? Go international platform sure kanna wack left right centre.&lt;br /&gt;So i say, singapore reality show all Bo standard de, entertain people can, compete with internatioal tv show, sure tio pwn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-5792317585008152250?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/5792317585008152250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=5792317585008152250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5792317585008152250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5792317585008152250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/02/ramblings_28.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-1893300199777497268</id><published>2007-02-28T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T05:07:56.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after i did my homework, i went to watch the ARENA. RI vs HCI leh, mai siao siao, two top end school using mouth to fight. See so many young punk there all look so fierce and steady, except the last punk from HCI really CMI. The topic was are youths today really apathatic about politics. Hmm i would say ABU THEN! look at things like lift upgrading, sure concern us one what, we vote for opposition then no more lift to every floor! but got upgrading also SiBei noisy, also no good. But politics not only about lift upgrading. Also got many many many more. The first punk from HCI damn exceptional, talk like machine gun, super fast and super articulate. Not like other punks got the 30 sec countdown all gabra, anyhow talk,  end up lose so pai sei. Got one young punk from RI very short and look very puny, but he beat the HCI guy flat man, he attack attack attack, HCI punk cannot answer, only want to read from script. BOO i say to HCI! No o lvl big ar! People shoot you question cannot reply, still ask people allow u to ramble on your points, no wonder lose!&lt;br /&gt;Just now watching the DANCE FLOOR, wa see liao very buay ta han, all dance until so suck, judge still stand up and say HO! Only li Lin sensible say bo ho, the rest all want to gain audience favour, say good. Keep it like that, i tell you the winner only can be busker on orchad road. I see Ang Mo You Think You Can Dance all the dancer all sibei ho la, can dance hip hop also can tango, everything also can. Here u see those lao kok kok people, how to hip hop u tell me? everyweek only can dance tango or cha-cha, this is competition at national level leh, not some Community Centre competition. You old folk only know one dance how to become versatile dancer? Go international platform sure kanna wack left right centre.&lt;br /&gt;So i say, singapore reality show all Bo standard de, entertain people can, compete with internatioal tv show, sure tio pwn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-1893300199777497268?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/1893300199777497268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=1893300199777497268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1893300199777497268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1893300199777497268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/02/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-5163453587948431383</id><published>2007-02-26T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T04:58:58.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>glad</title><content type='html'>Wow finally i can blog without worrying that w/e i type would disappear. Today school was as usual, kinda boring during chemistry lecture, the lecturer spent half an hour talking shit and in the other half throwing shit at us. The last part was really very hard to understand and he choose to just spend half an hour on it rather then forgo the first half hour talking about useless theories that cannot be relevant in today's context anymore. The rest of the lessons were kinda sian sian as usual. Chinese lesson became lantern riddle solving lesson. A whole lot of playing with words and trying to come out with sensible riddles. The chinese teacher is either very free or losing interest in her ORGINAL work. O wells it beats having to read the textbook and answering those questions that are supposed to be answered morally right.&lt;br /&gt;During PC it was also kinda slack. We just ran one round around the track and off i went to play squash. It was all quite fun until some J2 asshole decided to come inside and show off his squash power. ALthough it wasnt pure Pwnage for us, it was not very pleasant to see someone trying to bully the NOObs in the game. Some people should be shot on sight.&lt;br /&gt;Posting of results are coming soon and so is my birthday! It was written on the JAE book that it was supposed to be 6th march. Now there are rumours that its 2nd. Just like the release of O lvl results, why cant MOE just freakin decide on A date and CONFIRM it with us. Instead of us playing the guessing game. I just bluetoothed a song to some unknown dude around my block and i was expecting a song in return. But to my dismay, no nothing returned. Should have sent a virus instead =P just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-5163453587948431383?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/5163453587948431383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=5163453587948431383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5163453587948431383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5163453587948431383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/02/glad.html' title='glad'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-8064456855752875723</id><published>2007-02-25T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T06:19:07.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>prototype</title><content type='html'>This is just a post to see if blogger is really screwed, if it is, then i cant blog with the assurance what i type would appear. if not then i will continue to blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-8064456855752875723?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/8064456855752875723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=8064456855752875723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/8064456855752875723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/8064456855752875723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/02/prototype.html' title='prototype'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-6745238281894851720</id><published>2007-02-18T03:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T03:47:33.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cny</title><content type='html'>Happy chinese new year ! hahas today was a werid and nostalgic day. for the 4c1 bbq coming this friday, the people going are,Khai enn, wai chuen, samuel , chloe, michele, tat lin, jun hui, bad, salih, wai jif,wei ting, wei xian, zhen liang, kin kei, samirah, zhen lin, benedict, paul, isabella, lu xuan, benjamin, mrs chua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-6745238281894851720?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/6745238281894851720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=6745238281894851720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/6745238281894851720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/6745238281894851720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny_718.html' title='Cny'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-1588732087295236012</id><published>2007-02-18T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T03:46:16.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cny</title><content type='html'>Happy chinese new year ! hahas today was a werid and nostalgic day. for the 4c1 bbq coming this friday, the people going are,Khai enn, wai chuen, samuel , chloe, michele, tat lin, jun hui, bad, salih, wai jif,wei ting, wei xian, zhen liang, kin kei, samirah, zhen lin, benedict, paul, isabella, lu xuan, benjamin, mrs chua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-1588732087295236012?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/1588732087295236012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=1588732087295236012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1588732087295236012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1588732087295236012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny_18.html' title='Cny'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-5183775413534468075</id><published>2007-02-16T05:58:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T06:11:31.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>CNY 's eve is tomorrow so it makes it the eve of eve today =) Today i played squash with seb and chloe, chloe's improved alot and seb is actually better then me =P duno why they did not choose him for squash trails. No foresight that i would not stay in jjc but seb would. Went back to visit my secondary school today. Talked to my teachers and basically like exchanged greetings and stuff, the usual. Before that on the way there i had this huge stomachache, hurts so bad and plus the freakin cold air-con blowing down, i was already going into spasm mode. Thus i pretended to be really immersed in the song that was playing on my mp3 hiding the clentched up face by burying in into my bag. My legs hurt like mad now, due to fatigue from yesterday and today. No main idea that i can blog about. O ya thank you to khai enn who actually remembered that i had stomachache and asked me through sms. Hahas and melissa from jjc for helping me burn cd's like planet shakers and hillsong. =) i could go on and on here thanking everyone but hahas, my fingers are lazy until Dota-mode. Tomorrows the eve and i am going to spend my evening with my paternal side, hope they don't play those spastic gong xi songs, makes me want to smash the device playing it. Happy lunar new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-5183775413534468075?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/5183775413534468075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=5183775413534468075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5183775413534468075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/5183775413534468075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny_2279.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-1901973041091897120</id><published>2007-02-16T05:58:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T06:10:37.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>CNY 's eve is tomorrow so it makes it the eve of eve today =) Today i played squash with seb and chloe, chloe's improved alot and seb is actually better then me =P duno why they did not choose him for squash trails. No foresight that i would not stay in jjc but seb would. Went back to visit my secondary school today. Talked to my teachers and basically like exchanged greetings and stuff, the usual. Before that on the way there i had this huge stomachache, hurts so bad and plus the freakin cold air-con blowing down, i was already going into spasm mode. Thus i pretended to be really immersed in the song that was playing on my mp3 hiding the clentched up face by burying in into my bag. My legs hurt like mad now, due to fatigue from yesterday and today. No main idea that i can blog about. O ya thank you to khai enn who actually remembered that i had stomachache and asked me through sms. Hahas and melissa from jjc for helping me burn cd's like planet shakers and hillsong. =) i could go on and on here thanking everyone but hahas, my fingers are lazy until Dota-mode. Tomorrows the eve and i am going to spend my evening with my paternal side, hope they don't play those spastic gong xi songs, makes me want to smash the device playing it. Happy lunar new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-1901973041091897120?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/1901973041091897120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=1901973041091897120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1901973041091897120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/1901973041091897120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny_816.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-3612718123451389682</id><published>2007-02-16T05:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T06:09:55.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>CNY 's eve is tomorrow so it makes it the eve of eve today =) Today i played squash with seb and chloe, chloe's improved alot and seb is actually better then me =P duno why they did not choose him for squash trails. No foresight that i would not stay in jjc but seb would. Went back to visit my secondary school today. Talked to my teachers and basically like exchanged greetings and stuff, the usual. Before that on the way there i had this huge stomachache, hurts so bad and plus the freakin cold air-con blowing down, i was already going into spasm mode. Thus i pretended to be really immersed in the song that was playing on my mp3 hiding the clentched up face by burying in into my bag. My legs hurt like mad now, due to fatigue from yesterday and today. No main idea that i can blog about. O ya thank you to khai enn who actually remembered that i had stomachache and asked me through sms. Hahas and melissa from jjc for helping me burn cd's like planet shakers and hillsong. =) i could go on and on here thanking everyone but hahas, my fingers are lazy until Dota-mode. Tomorrows the eve and i am going to spend my evening with my paternal side, hope they don't play those spastic gong xi songs, makes me want to smash the device playing it. Happy lunar new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-3612718123451389682?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/3612718123451389682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=3612718123451389682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3612718123451389682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3612718123451389682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny_16.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-3835060530185949972</id><published>2007-02-16T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T06:08:31.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>CNY 's eve is tomorrow so it makes it the eve of eve today =) Today i played squash with seb and chloe, chloe's improved alot and seb is actually better then me =P duno why they did not choose him for squash trails. No foresight that i would not stay in jjc but seb would. Went back to visit my secondary school today. Talked to my teachers and basically like exchanged greetings and stuff, the usual. Before that on the way there i had this huge stomachache, hurts so bad and plus the freakin cold air-con blowing down, i was already going into spasm mode. Thus i pretended to be really immersed in the song that was playing on my mp3 hiding the clentched up face by burying in into my bag. My legs hurt like mad now, due to fatigue from yesterday and today. No main idea that i can blog about. O ya thank you to khai enn who actually remembered that i had stomachache and asked me through sms. Hahas and melissa from jjc for helping me burn cd's like planet shakers and hillsong. =) i could go on and on here thanking everyone but hahas, my fingers are lazy until Dota-mode. Tomorrows the eve and i am going to spend my evening with my paternal side, hope they don't play those spastic gong xi songs, makes me want to smash the device playing it. Happy lunar new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-3835060530185949972?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/3835060530185949972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=3835060530185949972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3835060530185949972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3835060530185949972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-3724636932241950032</id><published>2007-02-11T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T06:47:33.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>Todays sunday, two days has gone by since i collected my O lvl results. well i tink it was pretty much expected though i thought i wld do better. But i am not really down and sad and shitty about it, i guess i just have to take it with an open heart. Today i went to youth fellowship in the english service. I expected it to be more happening but o wells i guess its pretty much on par with the chinese side. I really have nothing much to blog but i think that i have learnt one lesson over the past few days. Thats do not have too high an expectation of yourself. I see people , or rather my friends falling from grace during the O lvl results and getting all worked up over what they deem as failure or doomed results. I see strong people break down and i just feel really bad for them. I guess its an learning experience for them as well as for me. In my primary school pei hwa i remember this prayer that was always said when we got back out results. It was no matter what happens, if you get good results do not boast and if you did not do so well, dont be discouraged, cause Jesus have plans for you and have faith and your lifesong will sing for Him. I find this prayer very encouraging and true, it is true that when you did well, do not boast. if you did badly, do not be discouraged. This is a strength i am sure everyone needs. Pray and everything will be fine, truly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-3724636932241950032?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/3724636932241950032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=3724636932241950032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3724636932241950032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/3724636932241950032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/02/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-117093595972097357</id><published>2007-02-08T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T03:59:19.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>wow tomorrow is the release of my O lvl results! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO nnervous man! Hahas but i believe Jesus will pave the way for me! Today my friend asked me a very good question , he asked me, why are you praying for the o lvl results? it is already marked? whats done cannot be undone! well i think that is certainly true, but i am praying for Jesus to give me the courage to face my results and change my emotions when i receive them. I pray for the courage and the faith that Jesus will walk with me together on this rocky path in my life. I know that i cannot change an F9 to an A1 but i know i can change the way i look and feel about it! That is what prayers are for! It is to encourage and motivate! To comfort and to reassure! That is how good Jesus is!&lt;br /&gt;So when people ask me if i am nervous, of course i am ! But i know that behind every dark cloud there is a silver lining! And for everything i do, Jesus will be there for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-117093595972097357?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/117093595972097357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=117093595972097357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/117093595972097357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/117093595972097357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/02/tomorrow.html' title='tomorrow!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-117068759872539508</id><published>2007-02-05T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T06:59:58.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday!</title><content type='html'>I was in my slumber and suddenly i heard, " hey son the results will be out on friday! you can collect it from school after 2.30" half believing what i just said i tried to continue my sleep and moments later the impact sunk in. SHIT! its FRIDAY! Gosh! memories of me screwing up my physics pract and social studies start to swarm in my head, i try to drown them out by sleeping. Luckily i was successful. But like a irritating housefly attracted to shit, it keeps coming back to haunt me, not saying my head is shit. Now i squat in the shadows of the recollection of the screwed up and not successful times in my O lvl exam. Man i feel so pathetic, like i am being fed into this cage of devouring memories of me screwing up and though i try to escape it is just in vain. Pray that whatever comes i would take it with a stride and try to restrain myself from slashing my wrist or attempting to test the newton's second law on a car. i really hope i can get 10 points, nothing more, anything less. But if i don't well i just cry and come out better the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Really not in the mood to go to school for this week as the results released are round the corner. well life of an experiment rat in a rat race continues nonetheless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-117068759872539508?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/117068759872539508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=117068759872539508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/117068759872539508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/117068759872539508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday.html' title='Friday!'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-117033852199886849</id><published>2007-02-01T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T06:02:02.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT?</title><content type='html'>This coming saturday is JJC'S love fiesta and our class is in charge of the satay store. Thats fine but guess what? the school wants us to order 10000 satays!!!! YES ITS TEN THOUSAND! and guess what the smart thing the school did, they provided us with 1000 dollar funding, which can only buy like....700 over satays? HOW SMART! now we the poor students managing the store have to DIG into OUR own POCKETS to fund the store. Magical i tell you. Its like me telling you i want to eat 100 happy meals and only giving you $4.95. And adding on to that, you have to return me the $4.95 as it is a loan. Yay we have like 3 days to prepare all the necessary utensils and equipment and 10000 satays. How much time we have on our hands! how much risk we must take to at least earn back the money! with the school taking like 70% of our earnings! YAY i feel so delighted about the way we are treated! We are learning to take risk and be entrepreneurs! JUSt like what JJC wants us to be! horray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANother note, now my friend tells me she saw our class also having the hair styling store. SHIT! ITS JUST TWO DAYS AWAY !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-117033852199886849?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/117033852199886849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=117033852199886849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/117033852199886849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/117033852199886849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/02/shit.html' title='SHIT?'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-116964299061926780</id><published>2007-01-24T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T04:49:50.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>I just had squash training today, people seem better now, the fat dude didnt turn up. my head hurts like shit due to lack of sleep but still i will blog.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while i was on msn, my friend in secondary school asked me which church i was from, and then he asked if i could bring him there. This is like a big wow to me, all this years i have been trying desperately to invite people to church and they all turn me down with excuses, now i have my friend who willingly wants to come to church, Praise the Lord for that. After he told me that i was really excited, this was what i have been praying for all this years, the salvation of my friends and now its answered. I was really happy and estatic and it was this feeling that i have never felt before, a sense of happiness and joy and fullfillment. He told me that he needed help in his life and his school was a mission school, thats how he came to know Jesus. I guess when you are down in life, you need someone to turn to, some one who will always be there and never abandon you, that someone is Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;I am not just speaking empty words, but i speak from life experiences. Last time i was never really a true christian, i was always trying to poke fun of people, laughing at them, never really living like a christian. But Jesus never forsake me because of that, he was still there, and he renewed my faith. Every week when i have troubles, i look for help, but found none. Let me quote an example, I just received the news that my grandmother is very ill and cannot even get up from her bed. Sure i can tell my friends and they can console me but there is this void that i still cannot fill, this sure panic and worriedness that overwhelms me each time i think of my grandmother. She was not just any grandmother, she was the only one who really let me see how strong a person can be, though disabled. I remember the time when i was in primary school, as my parents had to work, i would always go to my granny's house after school. It was like very routine but i always tried to make the best of everyday, i tried to buy her food, but she would just smile and say that i needed it more. there was this once i was really into skipping, as my granny was taken cared of by my maid, i would ask the both of them to help me toss the skipping rope round and round so i could jump to my hearts content. My granny is half paralyzed and though so, she used her only good hand and swung the rope, i could see it was really hard for her but she still swung and smiled at me. I guess now when i fondly recollect the memories, i find it hard not to tear.&lt;br /&gt;Now shes not well and i really needed help, i was looking for answers to this very problem, i knew i was no doctor so i could not really help her, but thats when i knew i had Jesus&lt;br /&gt;So i prayed for her with all my heart and i smsed my church mates to pray for her too.&lt;br /&gt;Never did i know that my church mate actually called me to ask! How wonderful is that! i was expecting them to just pray for my ah ma but she actually called me and ask in concern. I was really touched and its things like that that my faith is renewed endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Today on the way home, the bus was quite packed and i was thinking to myself that what can make my day is me giving up my seat to someone who needs it more. I was just thinking that thought and listening to my music, then at the 3rd bus stop, there was this elderly that needed a seat, and i gave it to her. In my heart was this sense of happiness that can never be expressed. You will know that when u help someone. So through this i find Jesus very real in my life and thats why i live for him, he helped with all his heart and never expected anything in return, through his examples am i able to follow and now i know why he never expected anything in return, cause what you receive from helping is more than enough. Thus i wish that you could too experience this and that whenever a helping hand is needed, please extend yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-116964299061926780?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/116964299061926780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=116964299061926780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116964299061926780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116964299061926780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/01/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-116946951192348330</id><published>2007-01-22T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T04:38:31.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH ma</title><content type='html'>My ah ma cannot get up from her bed, please pray for her to get well.Sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-116946951192348330?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/116946951192348330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=116946951192348330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116946951192348330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116946951192348330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/01/ah-ma_22.html' title='AH ma'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-116921474661996259</id><published>2007-01-19T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T05:52:26.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o my</title><content type='html'>Guess what my sec sch made it into the news for? Its officially flooded! wow gosh how could it be flooded in our tiny island singapore? Was it a curse? how about a retribution? wells i am not sure but let me share my finest thoughts when i saw that my own sec sch made it into the news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i flip open the newspaper and i was reading life section, after that i moved on to home. As i flipped open the crisp newspaper, i saw a picture of two indian girls knee deep in a flooded area. I was thinking " o my, how sad for the sch students in malaysia, such poor living conditions, really pity them" however my eyes caught the sight of my ex-sch's uniform( after staring at it for 4 years i noe how to spot a real one from a fake) . After close examination, i exclaimed" WOW IT IS MY EX-SCH" and its in the news, although not for the right reason, but heck we had never had such a big picture delicated to the plight of our students before! Horray for moving the first step(though in the wrong direction) ! hahas now at least our little island would be able to see for themselves the understanding that the school gives the students, even though it was flooded, it was still neccessary to go to school! how can they miss sch! it is so important that students have to fight though muddy water and stain their snow white socks just to hear what words of gold that come out of the teachers mouth, especially so in my ex- sch! how sensitive and caring of them to not even provide them the permission not to go to sch! bet those students really valued their lessons that day!&lt;br /&gt;education is important folks! so cannot skip sch cause of flood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-116921474661996259?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/116921474661996259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=116921474661996259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116921474661996259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116921474661996259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-my.html' title='o my'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-116902753973628040</id><published>2007-01-17T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:52:19.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>arrogant</title><content type='html'>Two types of people i hate in this world, the arrogant kind and the selfish kind. Unfortunately i would have to share my experience of meeting this two kinds of people today.&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to try out for squash, i suppose the people who all signed up actually have no training in squash and is there to pick up a new sport. I tried and fortunately i got selected out of the rest of the people. there were a total of 8 selected. later we played amongst ourselves and i found this fat dude really pissing me off, of course i didnt put my thoughts in actions if not i would have delivered a punch to him. We were all playing friendly games and trying to let the other opponent hit the ball as we were all begineers and thus we wanted to gain experience in tryin to continue the game as long as it could. But this slimy BASTARD was playing really nastily, he kept doing those light shots and just letting the ball bounce off the wall preventing the other player from getting a good shot at it. I agree we all play to win, but we win with integrity, playing like this on everyones first shot at squash really made me annoyed. The way he played did not show that he was good at it, but instead it showed how foxy he could be, that just ticked me off really bad. His face was all smiles when he won with underdox medthods that also pushed the annoying meter past its orginal mark. Another dude was ok he didnt use any "slimy" medthods to win but he kept prep talking, he was talking about how good he was, and if someone defeated him, he just could not accept it without saying that it was luck.&lt;br /&gt;As we were all new and none of us had rackets, we were using the school's rackets, the boy i just mentioned that was arrogant had his own. so clutching it like his family jewels, he refused to share it with any of us, this action though small and may seem insignificant, i would not rely much on him if i was short of anything.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore i had come to the conclusion that black sheep does screw up the whole flock and this impression that was left on me on the first day does not motivate me to go for next week's training. Maybe i should quit squash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-116902753973628040?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/116902753973628040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=116902753973628040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116902753973628040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116902753973628040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/01/arrogant.html' title='arrogant'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-116868801325367705</id><published>2007-01-13T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T03:33:33.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>please pray</title><content type='html'>Please pray for my church friend lousie, pray that she will recover soon with Jesus to lead the way. many thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-116868801325367705?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/116868801325367705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=116868801325367705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116868801325367705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116868801325367705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/01/please-pray_13.html' title='please pray'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-116868762493545821</id><published>2007-01-13T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T03:27:04.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I went to church fellowship today and learnt about friendship. I think its true for me that when i look for a friend i look for sth that we have in common, which is our everlasting God. This example that my cell leader raised made alot of sense to me and i find that it is very true in our everyday lives. Let me ask you a question, if you and another person had nothing at all in common, would you still be that persons friend? nothing at all, not even the same sch same likes or dislikes, absolutely nothing at all. I personally find that impossible. Lets say i like to cook and my friend too likes to cook. But after a while i lose interest in cooking and while my friend still does not, after a while we do not really click anymore. Thus i believe that whenever i look for a new friend i look for that something that is everlasting, which is our faith in Jesus Christ. He is the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end, therefore my friend and i will always have something in common, something everylasting. I personally find that this is very helpful in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;To those who are my friends but have yet not to come to know Jesus, then it will be my responsibility to let you know Him and so that we can forge a bond that is everlasting. In the bible there is jonathan and david, they were great friend because of two things. One is the honesty in one another, jonathan's father wanted to kill david as he was afraid that the throne would go to david. But as david's good friend, jonathan was willing to give up the throne and even going against his father's wishes just to save and warn his best friend david. The pure honesty and trust they have in each other i something i wish to learn from. Second thing is that God was in their relationship, so both of them had a common faith and that faith created a stronger bond between the two of them such that jonathan could say that he loved david more then his own life.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore now i know that there are two elements in a long lasting friendship or relationship, that is honesty,  and a common belief. I wish to share this with all my readers as i find it very useful personally.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing my teacher mentioned today which i found was true was that our circle of friends gets lesser and lesser each day, as i move from primary school in which anyone whose name i know was my friend to now my college life which i only mix with either my classmates or group mates. thus the lesson learnt is that to treasure each and every friendship i have now and not lose it easily. this does not come easily as sacrifices have to be made for this to happen. Time and companionship is some of the factors that drive a friendship to the ends of the world. An example would be waiting for your friend at the bus-stop for his bus before you take your leave, even though you could have long went home. This are the little things in a relationship that make it happen and make it last.&lt;br /&gt;So treasure your friends now! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-116868762493545821?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/116868762493545821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=116868762493545821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116868762493545821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116868762493545821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-116851670080477653</id><published>2007-01-11T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T03:58:20.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH Ma</title><content type='html'>My ah ma is not feeling well, please pray for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-116851670080477653?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/116851670080477653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=116851670080477653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116851670080477653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116851670080477653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/01/ah-ma.html' title='AH Ma'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-116851117187190728</id><published>2007-01-11T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T02:26:11.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sch</title><content type='html'>Jc is really different from sec sch. the timetable does not have lessons after lessons. there are breaks in betweens and its lecture style. so if you do not get what the lecture is about, too bad. i have never really had any lessons in the classrooms since monday, wonder how it will be like. one class has only around 20 students , half of my sec sch class. freedom is too vague a word to be used to describe jc life,  maybe carefree is a better word. no one really cares if you attend the lecture anot, it just boils down to your grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lvl results are going to be released on the 5 of feb i heard, i really hope that i can do well and make it into one of the mission based school. strongly feel that mission schools have a better school spirit, judging from my primary and secondary school. I went back to my former sec school on monday and not surprisingly i was not really welcomed there. teachers were hardly friendly and warm, cold i would say towards my friends and i. well thats the treatment you get for not making it into the top 5 jc's in Singapore. i bet if i would to go back to my primary school, my former teachers would welcome me with open arms. thats one difference between a mission based and a non mission based school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling very tired now and feverish, maybe its the weather thats why i am feeling down. well just happy that i am now classified into my class everyday in jc and not og. not that my og sucks or anything like that, just that sometimes there is no connection between me and them. hopefully i can find that in my class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-116851117187190728?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/116851117187190728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=116851117187190728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116851117187190728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116851117187190728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/01/sch.html' title='Sch'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-116808562438330023</id><published>2007-01-06T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T04:13:44.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-116808562438330023?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/116808562438330023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=116808562438330023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116808562438330023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116808562438330023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/01/eat.html' title='Eat'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-116782872956403701</id><published>2007-01-03T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T04:52:09.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F@#!ED JC</title><content type='html'>first thing, i hav to reach my damn jc at 7am in the morning, while half of the population is still in their slumber and guess what, there was still a damn traffic jam  before my jc. So i went in seeing my friends and was happy but only for a short while. Later i was bombarded by talks and talks and talks, first by the principal who cannot even differenciate between singular and pural adding a "s" whenever he likes it. He always calles terms by the so-called what, screwed up sentence structure and not even the least friendly. For example he also uses redundant words like "your parents give u pocket money in your pocket" like duh who the hell doesnt know. Such low standard of a principal makes me doubt the ability of the teaching staff. And hell he still has the cheek to brag that in china people pay him 100,000 ren ming bi to talk in a 3 day course, screwed up character with limited vocab and a weak command of english= my jc's principal. He even said that he does not welcome us as we exceeded the 'dream' population of 1500 as we flooded it with 1800 although the campus was built for 2004 or 2400 i do not know as his words were as clear as muddy water. So he said that if we did not like it here we could "get out" those were his exact words, "get out" what a friendly way to greet his would be students, bet he lost some students after saying that.&lt;br /&gt;After the talks by the lousy english speaker who by some miracle became jc principal and adding to the collection was another lousy english speaker who i know is the DM of the school. His vocab is wonderfully limited and so is his english. Screw they should just speak in chinese. We had many many many cheers and their so called(as used by the principal) family time until we skipped lunch and lunch was replaced by miserable snacks. First time in my life i ate 5 oero biscuits for lunch and it lasted me till 7 when they finally had the sane mind to release us before i crawled home for a much looked forward meal.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the start of their so-called orientation camp, which they are so proud of, doubt it will change the impression that i had of them anyways.&lt;br /&gt;just in case you will dunno, i hate this &lt;a href="mailto:F!*@ing"&gt;F!*@ing&lt;/a&gt; JC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-116782872956403701?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/116782872956403701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=116782872956403701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116782872956403701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116782872956403701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/01/fed-jc.html' title='F@#!ED JC'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32053652.post-116766233317682695</id><published>2007-01-01T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T06:38:53.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>wow its already 2007 already! My o lvl year is gone and whats left are footprints of memories... feelings now are mixed, kinda happy that the new year is here but sad that the hand holding on to secondary school life is letting go. time seems to fly so fast, that in a whirl my o levels are over, regrets complains and stress, i had it all.&lt;br /&gt;I see people on the television screaming 5,4,3...2...1 too fast..its all too fast.&lt;br /&gt;I count my regrets one by one as countdown draws near.&lt;br /&gt;Ending it all with a prayer&lt;br /&gt;That the new year will be better&lt;br /&gt;I wish that a metorite will strike me&lt;br /&gt;to break me from this painful recollection&lt;br /&gt;laughter in the classroom&lt;br /&gt;getting scolded together&lt;br /&gt;i miss them all&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends&lt;br /&gt;its just the start of the new year&lt;br /&gt;and everyday i think of my classmates&lt;br /&gt;i dream up a school day&lt;br /&gt;grabbing on to the tiniest bit of memory&lt;br /&gt;reliving it to the max&lt;br /&gt;Npcc days are over&lt;br /&gt;days of torture&lt;br /&gt;days of anger&lt;br /&gt;days of pain&lt;br /&gt;missed&lt;br /&gt;Days of staring at the clock with my pals&lt;br /&gt;Mentally forcing the minute hand to move faster&lt;br /&gt;Are regretted&lt;br /&gt;But all in all&lt;br /&gt;glad the big exam is over&lt;br /&gt;And i still have God by my side&lt;br /&gt;never isolating me&lt;br /&gt;never leaving me&lt;br /&gt;always loving me&lt;br /&gt;and of course my church friends&lt;br /&gt;who share the pain and the joy&lt;br /&gt;of school life&lt;br /&gt;who move on with me&lt;br /&gt;and assure me that&lt;br /&gt;each week&lt;br /&gt;i will see the same faces&lt;br /&gt;with reassuring smiles&lt;br /&gt;telling me&lt;br /&gt;that they will be there&lt;br /&gt;so my lifesong sings&lt;br /&gt;that i will live this year&lt;br /&gt;to glorify God's name&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32053652-116766233317682695?l=sam-take-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/feeds/116766233317682695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32053652&amp;postID=116766233317682695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116766233317682695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32053652/posts/default/116766233317682695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-take-that.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520165016321459894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
