<?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-6881524</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:50:08.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verbalism Personified</title><subtitle type='html'>Banality is best when taken with massive quantities of alcohol.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-3035469414161075457</id><published>2007-08-28T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T13:15:19.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sound of Thunder</title><summary type='text'> Demonstrative of the kind of torrential rain Lion City experiences, the amount of water unleashed is enough to blot out the skyline.Good for water catchment reservoirs but bad for anyone heading out to town on an appointment.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/3035469414161075457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=3035469414161075457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/3035469414161075457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/3035469414161075457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/08/sound-of-thunder.html' title='A Sound of Thunder'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1321/1254479483_c8beacf8f2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-8164364663983522190</id><published>2007-08-26T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T20:21:30.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Sheet!</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, big taste!With food items being given weirder named by the day, big 'sheet' could have turned out a whole lot worse!Chew up, people!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/8164364663983522190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=8164364663983522190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/8164364663983522190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/8164364663983522190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-sheet.html' title='Big Sheet!'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1038/1239284857_56880b653b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-1421488431604730533</id><published>2007-08-21T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:25.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing Chunks, Part 4</title><summary type='text'>It had to happen sooner or later. Having to leave the place smelling like fried chicken is just too much of a good thing, especially after a greasy lunch.Wind dynamics had made it necessary to give the huge extractor fan on top of Megabites a longer neck. After blowing chunks into the floor area of the adjacent building for a month, there will now be another problem arising from blowing cooking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/1421488431604730533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=1421488431604730533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/1421488431604730533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/1421488431604730533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/08/blowing-chunks-part-4.html' title='Blowing Chunks, Part 4'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RsqBKaRQstI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8fxSwtfgHxw/s72-c/21082007677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-3921192388701211451</id><published>2007-08-08T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:25.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut from the Same Cloth?</title><summary type='text'>Try to spot the difference.Separated at birth?Both men, seated at a round red table, at one of the Spinellis outlets with red walls, drinking the same drinks, donning red collared shirts in solidarity with Lion City's Booted-Out Day, spotting close cropped hair, totting white Macintosh laptops, both wear glasses, are into internet media and publishing, have the same interests in ecology and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/3921192388701211451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=3921192388701211451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/3921192388701211451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/3921192388701211451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/08/cut-from-same-cloth.html' title='Cut from the Same Cloth?'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/Rrs1qKDvMCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/SfPNSu_S_Kg/s72-c/Kenneth+%26+Siva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-3483522042972574146</id><published>2007-08-04T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:26.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Icon</title><summary type='text'>I took more shots of the concourse at the Esplanade Theatre while waiting to dinner a friend. The last time I came through was in April this year to attend an organ recital by the fabulous Carol Williams.Drawing the crowds.When the plan for the Esplanade was unveiled, the reaction from anyone who saw it ranged from the derisive to the intrigued. Some likened it to bugs eyes that should have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/3483522042972574146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=3483522042972574146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/3483522042972574146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/3483522042972574146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/08/icon.html' title='Icon'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RrYKwKDvL9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9Lc1QaRjjj4/s72-c/Concourse+0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-1627418861663078685</id><published>2007-08-02T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:26.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac OS X and a Pile of Junk</title><summary type='text'>Clearing house is always fun. Stuff that is added in minute amounts, end up a torrent of junk when you open your closet of skeletons. So this afternoon was no different for Otterman.    One day, this will all be yours!   After two days of ripping, tossing and burning, Otterman has completed most of the move to his new office. And among the casualties were the carcasses of four iterations of Mac </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/1627418861663078685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=1627418861663078685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/1627418861663078685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/1627418861663078685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/08/mac-os-x-and-pile-of-junk.html' title='Mac OS X and a Pile of Junk'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RrHvSqDvL2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/hel7xP_PhIM/s72-c/Trash+0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-399288715307848977</id><published>2007-08-02T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:27.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing Chunks, Part 3</title><summary type='text'>"I have to warn you, this [milkshake] is addictive."- Megabites Floor Manager.Four scoops of chocolate ice-cream, a cup of milk and a blender will whip you up a tasty shake. With that amount of chocolate swirling, a rich taste is guaranteed to rival other celebrated establishments save for Billy Bombers.Is that all?Not quite.Otterman, Ruoyu, Huaqin and myself were down after another day of work, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/399288715307848977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=399288715307848977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/399288715307848977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/399288715307848977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/08/blowing-chunks-part-3.html' title='Blowing Chunks, Part 3'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RrICVqDvL6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/XDMnhfgrXHk/s72-c/Shake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-617222693343438392</id><published>2007-07-31T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:27.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing Chunks, Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Naturally it was too late when we walked over. Otterman and I had just finished our lunch and we were heading round the bend to grab our drinks.It's about time.True enough, the area where the huge extractor fan was blowing down on, smelled of fried chicken. After a month of construction and furtive glances by enthusiastic foodies, the staff at Megabites were dishing out plates to the hungry lunch</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/617222693343438392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=617222693343438392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/617222693343438392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/617222693343438392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/07/blowing-chunks-again.html' title='Blowing Chunks, Part 2'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/Rq9cWqDvLyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JWHFZocaR5A/s72-c/Megabites.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-4020411056486534140</id><published>2007-07-24T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:27.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey Trap</title><summary type='text'>So this is dengue season. People are dropping like flies all around you. Posters line the streets reminding you constantly of the potential breeding zones. You ransack your home for any pools of stagnant water. From pots and pans, to flower pots and toilet brush holders. You've looked everywhere and found none. Hey, you should be credited for being a fastidious and meticulous house </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/4020411056486534140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=4020411056486534140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/4020411056486534140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/4020411056486534140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/07/honey-trap.html' title='Honey Trap'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RqYlY6DvLxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YrxiYz0kHLg/s72-c/screenshot_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-5930941963681875309</id><published>2007-07-22T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:28.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Soggy Trek</title><summary type='text'>While breakfast at Al-Azhar was appetizing, the state of our footwear was the missing ingredient for gravy.Going around in circles.The spill-over in the weather made fools of us all as we stood like lame ducks in the rain with umbrellas. However the cowardly act of passing over an assault on Bukit Timah summit was too much a waste of effort after dragging ourselves out of bed. Acroamatic, Ann, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/5930941963681875309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=5930941963681875309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/5930941963681875309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/5930941963681875309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/07/soggy-trek-ii.html' title='Another Soggy Trek'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RqSuOKDvLwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AF030JE-kI0/s72-c/Feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-1968722620650807190</id><published>2007-07-15T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:28.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brisk Xiamen</title><summary type='text'>"Hurry, your transit flight is waiting!" urged an airport officer in Mandarin and Hokkien as I stepped off the plane.My flight out of Beijing was no good. It didn't have the same satisfying feel as when I arrived seven days ago.I really enjoyed Old Beijing, going everywhere and eating everything. However I could have been placed in the middle of Baghdad and still find some way to enjoy myself. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/1968722620650807190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=1968722620650807190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/1968722620650807190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/1968722620650807190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/07/brisk-xiamen.html' title='Brisk Xiamen'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RpuGYfb5aTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ssZryLQPXSI/s72-c/Xiamen+0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-5396180355052421095</id><published>2007-07-10T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:28.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Paper!</title><summary type='text'>The tickets I had accumulated during the week, which is only natural being a tourist.Interestingly, the airport bus and highway toll tickets have user IDs and pin numbers printed on them.  I have no idea what they are used for.So much paper!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/5396180355052421095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=5396180355052421095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/5396180355052421095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/5396180355052421095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-much-paper.html' title='So Much Paper!'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RrCodqDvL0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/0LoLqKCXsro/s72-c/Tickets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-8966778319028001699</id><published>2007-07-08T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:30.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qianmen Gate</title><summary type='text'>We headed back out to Tian'anmen Square again at daylight. This time, we had smog in our faces.Zhengyangmen, or Qianmen, at the southern end of Tian'anmen Square.Self explanatory.Old Beijing is actually huge, encompassing both an Outer City and Inner City. And Zhengyangmen, or Qianmen as it is popularly known, is the main gate to the Inner City. Both cities had high walls surrounding them for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/8966778319028001699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=8966778319028001699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/8966778319028001699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/8966778319028001699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/07/qianmen-gate.html' title='Qianmen Gate'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RpufYvb5abI/AAAAAAAAAHE/p1YYCD9zM-w/s72-c/Qian+0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-5076512787364285290</id><published>2007-07-07T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:30.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raffles Founded Beijing</title><summary type='text'>Just past The Forbidden City, along Wangfujing District, stands a hotel with that familiar, household name.It ain't what the history books say.Built in the 1900s, the Raffles Beijing isn't some luxurious knock-off but it is an official establishment of the Raffles Hotels and Resorts Group. The same boys own and operate the Raffles Hotel Singapore.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/5076512787364285290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=5076512787364285290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/5076512787364285290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/5076512787364285290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/07/raffles-founded-beijing.html' title='Raffles Founded Beijing'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/Rpooz_b5aJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SpnNgJhzH50/s72-c/Raffles+Beijing+Hotel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-2353840904967133060</id><published>2007-07-07T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:31.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tian'anmen Square at Night</title><summary type='text'>So what if it is only our first day? Out for walk we went.Judging from the street map we had, Tian'anmen Square is shown to be a few streets down from where we are staying. However China is vast, so the layout and distance of Old Beijing City should not be anything less.The weather was comfortable and not very humid. After Brisking Macritchie so many times in the past months, I was looking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/2353840904967133060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=2353840904967133060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/2353840904967133060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/2353840904967133060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/07/tiananmen-square-at-night.html' title='Tian&apos;anmen Square at Night'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RpuMxvb5aYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Uh56FrWsgmE/s72-c/Tian+0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-8706713046126217304</id><published>2007-07-07T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:31.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh off the Plane</title><summary type='text'>Stepping on Chinese soil at 6.00 AM in the morning was an impact lost to me. I've stepped off at so many airports and ridden on so many airport buses that, changing the faces of people around would not make any difference what so ever.But it is my first trip to China, the first of many I've determined, and to see the country for myself is a realization of a plan hatched two months ago with my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/8706713046126217304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=8706713046126217304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/8706713046126217304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/8706713046126217304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/07/fresh-off-plane.html' title='Fresh off the Plane'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/Rpo5Svb5aRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TQVTs5x3_3w/s72-c/Essentials+0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-6803343076516848999</id><published>2007-07-06T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:32.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing Chunks</title><summary type='text'>Foodies at my organization will be treated to the addition of another culinary outlet very soon.A portion of the floor space which used to serve as seating for diners had been chewed out for the new outlet, aptly named Mega-Bites. This is certainly news to anyone who has been clamoring for more variety and choice.And to signal that they are here to serve a big fry-up, the outlet has made their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/6803343076516848999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=6803343076516848999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/6803343076516848999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/6803343076516848999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-big-blower.html' title='Blowing Chunks'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/Ro44uoZqaoI/AAAAAAAAADY/OZeHQjBHWu4/s72-c/Fried+Chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-9115204189302731490</id><published>2007-07-03T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:32.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubber to Burn!</title><summary type='text'>Now this looks interesting.Came my way from fellow watchnut, Kelvin. He reckons that the popular Casio G-Shock "Mudman" is going mainstream by fielding these chunks of rubberized watchcases in alternative colors such as red, tan, green and green-camo. And in case you were wondering, the Mudman series is made from stain-proof resin that will wash off anything from mud, dust, sand to what else.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/9115204189302731490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=9115204189302731490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/9115204189302731490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/9115204189302731490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/07/casio-mudman.html' title='Rubber to Burn!'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/Roye34ZqanI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-s5jpnydE3Y/s72-c/Casio+G-Shock+Mudman.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-7408964419507915970</id><published>2007-07-02T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:32.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...And the Devil Cried</title><summary type='text'>Lion City will brace the second coming of Ronnie James Dio and Black Sabbath. Reunited for Heaven and Hell, their new 2007 world tour see the island state on their stop over through North America, Europe and Australia.Geezer Butler, Ronnie James Dio, Tony Iommi, Vinny AppiceThough this will be the second concert on the island since 1995, the band will feature the four original members, except for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/7408964419507915970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=7408964419507915970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/7408964419507915970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/7408964419507915970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-devil-cried.html' title='...And the Devil Cried'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RonvAoZqamI/AAAAAAAAADI/umBHm0VBH9U/s72-c/Black+Sabbath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-4594007263210967740</id><published>2007-07-01T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:33.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nokia Walks the Talk</title><summary type='text'>You know something ain't quite right when the world's largest cellphone maker releases software to sync its phones with hardware produced by a computer company powered by the world's largest chip-maker.This is definitely a tactical response to the iPhone, which is projected by industry analysts to shoot the lids off sales charts and market share. Nokia is the only company with enough clout to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/4594007263210967740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=4594007263210967740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/4594007263210967740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/4594007263210967740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/07/nokia-walks-talk.html' title='Nokia Walks the Talk'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RpoRivb5aHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wWBxXtmxGQk/s72-c/Nokia+Media+Transfer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-7965044182219557445</id><published>2007-06-29T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:33.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up for Grabs!</title><summary type='text'>After watching the Cat in action and ingesting a gut-busting supper at Swenson's, SMRT 61 was just the ride I was waiting for.Walking towards the bus stop with Otterman and Ladybug, I spied an earlier 61 speeding away. Eyeballing that bus as it sped off didn't raise any concerns with me as I had a hunch that another would be on its way shortly.True enough, the minutes could not have ticked by any</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/7965044182219557445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=7965044182219557445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/7965044182219557445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/7965044182219557445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/06/ride-to-oblivion.html' title='Up for Grabs!'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RofNUYZqakI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JSUr-d7Odeg/s72-c/Where%3F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-6218855779306707057</id><published>2007-06-28T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:34.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris at the Hilton</title><summary type='text'>The cameras were clicking away. The atmosphere was tense with expectation. The crowd was exhaling in gasps.Sleek lines and sexy moves were laid out for all to see as the cat came round the bend. The photographic firepower deployed that night was devastating! This was Paris at the Hilton."Over here, baby!""Oh yes...! Yes!""More! More! More!"It was certainly worth the wait. As sagging bodies and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/6218855779306707057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=6218855779306707057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/6218855779306707057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/6218855779306707057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/06/cat-escapes.html' title='Paris at the Hilton'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/Ro48m4ZqapI/AAAAAAAAADg/JkhpgQ9WCkA/s72-c/Firepower+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-7411399230656975293</id><published>2007-06-22T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:34.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Singapore Dell Sale</title><summary type='text'>They just keep coming. Marketing at its best. Straight forward, direct and to the point.Everything but the toaster.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/7411399230656975293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=7411399230656975293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/7411399230656975293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/7411399230656975293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/06/great-singapore-dell-sale_22.html' title='The Great Singapore Dell Sale'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/Rn6UXxMB78I/AAAAAAAAACo/H3zBLnkJQoA/s72-c/Dell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-5337774569509785144</id><published>2007-06-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:34.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten</title><summary type='text'>I woke up to this bomb shell. Apple's tenth update for the fourth version of its Operating System X, or Ten. Never in the history of software updates has Apple ever dropped a Ten.Otterman says "Go Fetch!"Installation is very simple. I download the combo update, all 295MBs worth, before running a permissions repair. Then I reboot into Safe Mode while holding down the Shift key. After applying the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/5337774569509785144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=5337774569509785144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/5337774569509785144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/5337774569509785144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/06/ten.html' title='Ten'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RnqXCRMB72I/AAAAAAAAAB0/0ZmtqG9xwBA/s72-c/Tiger+Intel+Update.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-2818215107514122158</id><published>2007-06-21T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:34.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plenty of Pulp</title><summary type='text'>For a second year running, The Economist gets my money again. Throwing up the standard subscription rate, plus an added 10 percent sweetener for auto-renewals, this weekly news magazine delivers beyond its price point.So you've got a deal for me?Any of these subscription plans will not only give full access to the web edition, a weekly print edition will find its way into your mailbox.This is an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/2818215107514122158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=2818215107514122158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/2818215107514122158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/2818215107514122158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/06/plenty-of-pulp.html' title='Plenty of Pulp'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RnqOOxMB71I/AAAAAAAAABs/uV0vDjCsuaQ/s72-c/Economist+Offer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-34427140343819648</id><published>2007-06-20T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:34.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Club 21 Sale</title><summary type='text'>And not a day too late when this notice arrived.By far, this is the End of Season event when all fashion boutiques under the Club 21 stable go on sale.So never mind where I shop, cause I won't tell. But some friends have already guessed at how I feed by wardrope.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/34427140343819648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=34427140343819648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/34427140343819648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/34427140343819648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/06/club-21-sale.html' title='The Club 21 Sale'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RpojPPb5aII/AAAAAAAAAEg/Fsj0fyWTvNI/s72-c/Club+21+Sale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-8440378250174212701</id><published>2007-06-19T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:35.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Four, Seven</title><summary type='text'>A check of BOINC yielded these results. After instituting a policy of never shutting down the PCs under my care, this is what I have to show for.Get back to work!And that was four years ago. Since then, the computing power of central processing units has grown exponentially. Many globally distributed computing projects have sprung up like mushrooms under the unified BOINC architecture. All of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/8440378250174212701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=8440378250174212701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/8440378250174212701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/8440378250174212701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/06/twenty-four-seven.html' title='Twenty Four, Seven'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RnqdVxMB73I/AAAAAAAAAB8/uhrdfF_7kZY/s72-c/Work+Done.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-7864735256288246228</id><published>2007-06-17T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:35.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soggy Trek</title><summary type='text'>Trekking through Mount Tamborine Nature Reserve in the middle of a Gold Coast winter seemed like a thing to do on a lazy Sunday. It had rained earlier and the weather was so damp, you could see the moisture droplets floating in the wind.This doesn't look right somehow...It was just Jon, Kim and myself that day. We had just finished breakfast and had taken the car up the winding road to find a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/7864735256288246228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=7864735256288246228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/7864735256288246228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/7864735256288246228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/06/tropical-rainforest.html' title='Soggy Trek'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RnadExMB7yI/AAAAAAAAABU/jmUD17zrl18/s72-c/Rainforest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-1413610520973095885</id><published>2007-06-17T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:35.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd do Anything for Sushi!</title><summary type='text'>This notice of Bebe the Missing Cat, was seen on one of the blocks in my estate.Where's my sushi?It has been more than a week since 6th June and the poster is still on the wall. Presumably no one has seen or heard from Bebe.On the other hand, Bebe may have dropped by your house for some sushi and has decided to stay.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/1413610520973095885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=1413610520973095885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/1413610520973095885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/1413610520973095885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-up-pussycat.html' title='I&apos;d do Anything for Sushi!'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RnTdZhMB7xI/AAAAAAAAABM/yBUQvnZ3FBM/s72-c/Bebe+Missing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-5164628644826521018</id><published>2007-06-12T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:35.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage and Omegamania</title><summary type='text'>Horologer Harry Tan has put out the call! The Heirloom Gallery will see Dr. Bernard Cheong will give the low down on vintage mechanical timepieces!Organized on Friday 29th June, The Heirloom Gallery is a natural choice for the event given its preference for all machanicals Omega.Once one of the leading watch houses of Switzerland, Omega had suffered the same near-death experience during the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/5164628644826521018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=5164628644826521018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/5164628644826521018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/5164628644826521018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/06/vintage-and-omegamania.html' title='Vintage and Omegamania'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RoPXQ4ZqajI/AAAAAAAAACw/0vOvfMl4ruU/s72-c/Omega+Vintage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-134600703253619096</id><published>2007-06-03T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:36.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sarotech Hardbox</title><summary type='text'>Storage Studio at Sim Lim Square was my immediate destination. Research by AnandTech had found the Hitachi 500GB SATA drive with 16MB cache to be the best performer in the drive shoot-out against Seagate and Western Digital.This time I needed an external case to house the thing. It wasn't too long ago when I used to smirk when my disadvantaged MacUsing buddies will scratch their heads pondering </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/134600703253619096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=134600703253619096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/134600703253619096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/134600703253619096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-tough-nut.html' title='The Sarotech Hardbox'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RnAdSxMB7uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ri0n_V3tW0U/s72-c/Strong+BoxJPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-3133399206384069383</id><published>2007-06-02T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:36.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Lane Highway</title><summary type='text'>The Federal Express agent handed the box over as I initialed my signature. It had taken OWC just three days to ship the RAM for Snow White, who had been hungry for that most basic and cost-effective of upgrades. Random Access Memory.Highway expansion tools.The current generation of iMacs are powered the 64-bit Intel Core 2 Duo "Merom" CPU slotted on the Mobile 945GM Express 'Napa' chipset. One of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/3133399206384069383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=3133399206384069383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/3133399206384069383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/3133399206384069383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/06/two-lane-highway.html' title='Two Lane Highway'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/RnTYnRMB7vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yr0yx76HZ_0/s72-c/Two+Lane+Highway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-323192674911133407</id><published>2007-06-01T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:44.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow White spinning Beach Balls</title><summary type='text'>After more than a decade, a day was all it took to transition me from yesterday's landfill to tomorrow's inevitable landfill. My trusty Dual 1.25GHz G4 MDD had been sold. This cleared the way forward to Apple's Intel platform.As I unpacked my 20" iMac from its box, I mused at one of the computing industry's short-lived comedies, the G5. Apple had been goading IBM to flog the living lights out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/323192674911133407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=323192674911133407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/323192674911133407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/323192674911133407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/06/snow-white-and-beach-ball.html' title='Snow White spinning Beach Balls'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/Rm_cjRMB7qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EkaezpTZ8Wo/s72-c/iMac+Refurb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-3854707840611032502</id><published>2007-04-20T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:54:18.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audiophile Paradise, Part 3</title><summary type='text'>The PS Audio Prelude power cord wins! With the van den Hul Orchids piggybacking as the interconnects, it was that simple.The lead up to my decision was five nights of intensive listening to a whole genre of music. It was certainly worth the effort and I caught up with the vast improvement in cable technology in less than a week!Off the cuff, the van den Hul power and interconnect combination </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/3854707840611032502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=3854707840611032502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/3854707840611032502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/3854707840611032502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/04/audiophile-paradise-part-3.html' title='Audiophile Paradise, Part 3'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-117661751024513536</id><published>2007-04-15T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:27:01.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audiophile Paradise, Part 2</title><summary type='text'>This is the best part!Mikhail was kind enough to lend me a pair of ven den Hul Mainstream MkIIIs for comparison. Contrast with the PS Audio Preludes, which darken the sound and close up the top end, I'm curious to hear just how the Mainstreams will improve things.On loan for the road to paradise.In addition, I ditched my Cardas Cross interconnects and replaced them with the highly acclaimed van </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/117661751024513536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=117661751024513536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/117661751024513536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/117661751024513536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/04/audiophile-paradise-part-2.html' title='Audiophile Paradise, Part 2'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-117622233007179645</id><published>2007-04-10T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T12:01:14.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audiophile Paradise, Part 1</title><summary type='text'>Straight out the box, I understood what Mikhail, my audio dealer, had told me to expect when I plugged the new power cord into my headphone amplifier.Given that the PS Audio xStream Preludes cost a fifth of my headphone and headphone amplifier combo, it isn't unreasonable to wring every ounce of musical detail from my sound system.Long is the road.Compared to my old Ensemble powercord, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/117622233007179645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=117622233007179645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/117622233007179645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/117622233007179645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/04/audiophile-paradise-part-1.html' title='Audiophile Paradise, Part 1'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-117586481919704474</id><published>2007-04-06T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:27:37.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the Old. In with the New.</title><summary type='text'>Popping by Queensway earlier this afternoon, I shelled out nineteen thousand and five hundred cents. Walking out of Sports 2000, I came away with another pair of Nike running shoes.My old pair of Nike Shox 2.45s have lost their spritely springs. Running them into the ground after a year, they are passed the seven-month replacement interval. The reason why they've stayed with me this long is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/117586481919704474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=117586481919704474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/117586481919704474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/117586481919704474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/04/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the Old. In with the New.'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-117587826260789568</id><published>2007-04-06T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T12:10:51.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in May</title><summary type='text'>Toting my trusty SonyEricsson (SE) K750i for the last two years, just what would SE would have up their sleeves after the launch of their successful and year-old K800i? I'd admit that I wasn't too thrilled about the protruding lens cover for their 3.2MP Cybershot camera. But the direction in which SE were heading kept me waiting for a new version to be launched.Lost some weight, honey? Oh, I like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/117587826260789568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=117587826260789568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/117587826260789568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/117587826260789568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/04/only-in-may.html' title='Only in May'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-117579174975133197</id><published>2007-04-06T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:28:39.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Arrow</title><summary type='text'>This is what happens when you look away for an instant.No, that ain't the foreskin.Yes, there I was writing until I was interrupted by a colleague. So down, I set my pen before opening my ears for some inane banter. Unfortunately, my attention was interrupted by a 'crack'.Looking down, I realized that my pen had rolled off the table. The impact broke the front plastic resin from the silver body. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/117579174975133197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=117579174975133197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/117579174975133197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/117579174975133197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2007/04/broken-arrow.html' title='Broken Arrow'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-5117336862704725967</id><published>2006-12-07T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:52:44.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Juice</title><summary type='text'>The NewerTech battery arrived from Other World Computing today for my organization's Revision A G4 "Titanium" Powerbook. In addition to beefing up the RAM to one gigabyte and installing a new Hitachi eighty gigabyte hard drive, this battery is the icing on the cake to replace the original that had long given up the juice.NewerTech even has a battery recycling program, where you pack your old and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/5117336862704725967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=5117336862704725967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/5117336862704725967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/5117336862704725967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/08/lots-of-juice.html' title='Lots of Juice'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhPDJLL1J0g/Rm65GRMB7pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2cblgB8dJw/s72-c/NewerTech+74W+Battery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-115340703106691161</id><published>2006-07-20T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:52:13.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen of the Reich</title><summary type='text'>One of great progressive metal bands around, Queensryche started life back in the 80s when big hair was all the rage. Queen of the Reich was a brilliant introduction for the band before moving on in sophistication and accomplishment.Thanks to YouTube however, this has come back to haunt them. The music video has a plot and cheesy acting all thrown in. But everyone has got to start somewhere and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/115340703106691161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=115340703106691161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115340703106691161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115340703106691161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/07/queen-of-reich.html' title='Queen of the Reich'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-115367630561239840</id><published>2006-07-13T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:47:41.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IWC at the movies</title><summary type='text'>IWC is in the movies!Dressing actors in Lucky Number Slevin and Miami Vice, one of Switzerland's respected watch houses is making an entrance to film featuring its Aquatimer Minute Memory and Portuguese Automatic Chronograph.IWC Aquatimer Minute MemorySince taking the helm at IWC, CEO Georges Kern is increasing the visibility of the company by having its watches appear in movies and television. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/115367630561239840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=115367630561239840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115367630561239840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115367630561239840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/07/iwc-at-movies.html' title='IWC at the movies'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-115224887792791677</id><published>2006-07-10T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:22:51.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll see you in Australia</title><summary type='text'>At 57 years of age, my uncle will not see his grandson grow into a fine young man. He will not live see his second grandson born in the months ahead either.Thinking of my dear uncle, who was diagnosed with intestinal cancer six months ago, it has been the sad and inevitable lead up to this weekend. Arriving at his home this weekend was my only chance to say goodbye.Arriving that early afternoon, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/115224887792791677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=115224887792791677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115224887792791677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115224887792791677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/07/ill-see-you-in-australia.html' title='I&apos;ll see you in Australia'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-115193629503139339</id><published>2006-07-03T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:17:18.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><summary type='text'>I went home for a month to get away from you. To get away from the way you make me feel. That fuzzy and sickening feeling I get when we are together. Here I am six weeks to the day I left. What has changed?I've gone on so many long runs at night, that exertive distraction from the longing to call you. I run long. I run far. I run for my life. I run from what might be.  I find no peace of mind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/115193629503139339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=115193629503139339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115193629503139339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115193629503139339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/07/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-115211830369577782</id><published>2006-06-29T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T13:30:59.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frontal Lobotomy</title><summary type='text'>Barbie stopped by for a visit earlier tonight. I didn't hear her call as Black Sabbath was drowning out everything with Dehumanizer. Plonking herself on my easy chair, I proceeded to give her backrubs as she purred in contentment. With eyes half-closed, she was comfortable and safe in my company. Then the strangest thing happened.Would she sense it if I had the sudden urge of stabbing her with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/115211830369577782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=115211830369577782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115211830369577782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115211830369577782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/06/frontal-lobotomy.html' title='Frontal Lobotomy'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-115329169021189242</id><published>2006-06-20T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T15:59:36.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Kilograms</title><summary type='text'>One of the great indulgences that home has to offer is food. And the food was magnificent! Eating like a refugee from Somalia, I wolfed down salads, dips, meats and pastas. Not forgetting Indian food, where a bevy of restaurants have sprung up like mushrooms around Sydney and Melbourne, some of their offerings were good while others were commercial.However the cold in Sydney and Melbourne made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/115329169021189242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=115329169021189242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115329169021189242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115329169021189242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/06/three-kilograms.html' title='Three Kilograms'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-115058971318915631</id><published>2006-06-12T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T02:36:51.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen</title><summary type='text'>I met mother today for the first time in years. The journey that took me to Ingleburn was an instant replay of rage, blame, recrimination and acrimony.Sitting face to face, I saw that mother hadn't changed much at all. It seemed as if her vitroil had preserved her in time. Our meeting was one of those dialogues arranged by mediators. K's sister had invited me up again. This time however, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/115058971318915631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=115058971318915631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115058971318915631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115058971318915631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/06/thirteen.html' title='Thirteen'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-114887372688281787</id><published>2006-05-29T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:33:09.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Will and Will Not Do</title><summary type='text'>Three weeks. Three weeks of talking and outings. That's the result of what a chance encounter at a movie house does to people when they are busy making other plans.So many things have been said and the long litany of history has been unfurled, enough to write tomes of multipart best sellers. And yet, there is so much left unexplored and uncharted. But if only we made time for things that we want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/114887372688281787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=114887372688281787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114887372688281787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114887372688281787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-i-will-and-will-not-do.html' title='What I Will and Will Not Do'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-115215227591596243</id><published>2006-05-17T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:32:01.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive</title><summary type='text'>The lead track from Automatic for the People, Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Mike Mills and Michael Stipe open a sombre tone with one of the classic albums of the 90s.Featuring a stripped down sound with nothing more than accoustic guitar, strings and Michael's unmistakable voice, Drive paints a dark and ominous path to oblivion.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/115215227591596243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=115215227591596243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115215227591596243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115215227591596243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/05/drive.html' title='Drive'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-114722796670665608</id><published>2006-05-10T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T11:35:39.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise Now</title><summary type='text'>What goes on inside the mind of a Palestinian suicide bomber? Paradise Now sheds light on guarded territory as two young men from the West Bank city of Nablus, cross over to Tel Aviv in an attempt to send themselves, with as many Israelis as possible, to God.Apart from the bloody history lesson and complex politics stiffling Israel and the Palestinian territories, Paradise Now is a story about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/114722796670665608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=114722796670665608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114722796670665608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114722796670665608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/05/paradise-now.html' title='Paradise Now'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-114744473190248431</id><published>2006-05-04T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:54:21.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will Fix You</title><summary type='text'>"They'll fix you. They fix everyone."- Robocop, 1987.As far as off-the-cuff speaches made by politicians go, the one delivered by Prime Minister Lee in a televised speach would make a viewer cringe. Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong of Singapore remarked that he would have to spend his time fixing opposition politicians if more of them were elected into parliament. In addition to having to "buy my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/114744473190248431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=114744473190248431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114744473190248431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114744473190248431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-will-fix-you.html' title='I will Fix You'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-114619188572507202</id><published>2006-04-28T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:08:21.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben comes Calling</title><summary type='text'>Ben came calling this morning as I opened the door to leave for work.Meowing outside my door for a good fifteen minutes, I whipped out the crispy crunchies that he, Alex and Barbie love so much.However, Ben wasn't interested in eating. As he proceeded to twirl around my legs, I guessed that my neighbour had already fed him and this contented cat was in the mood to play."Sorry dude, I gotta rush. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/114619188572507202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=114619188572507202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114619188572507202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114619188572507202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/04/ben-comes-calling.html' title='Ben comes Calling'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-114601846226893665</id><published>2006-04-26T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:51:45.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Does It?</title><summary type='text'>If Microsoft had produced the iPod instead, how would they market it?But that's a moot question, as many believe that the Redmond Washington-based company, wouldn't have the imagination for something as Apple's simple and elegant iPod.Courtesy of Otterman.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/114601846226893665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=114601846226893665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114601846226893665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114601846226893665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-does-it.html' title='How Does It?'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-114593843408526452</id><published>2006-04-25T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:52:17.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Need for Speed</title><summary type='text'>Well this should please Otterman.FirmTek just announced their new eSATA PC ExpressCard for Apple's Intel-powered MacBook Pro, which will be available later this year.Having bought a 15" MacBook Pro a month earlier, Otterman was asking what the offerings were for this new PC card standard adopted by Apple. Apart from the boring Firewire 400/800, USB 2.0, wireless bridge or flashcard-reader </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/114593843408526452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=114593843408526452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114593843408526452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114593843408526452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/04/need-for-speed.html' title='The Need for Speed'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-114589155001910249</id><published>2006-04-23T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:09:15.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing Baby Sunday</title><summary type='text'>Went to meet Christian, proud new baby to beaming parents, Kevin and Gace. As I sat on the train to Tampines station, some passengers couldn't help but look at me intently.Now I wasn't outrageously dressed in some hot-pink shirt, loud green pants or bright yellow Crocs. No, I wasn't wearing my Crocs today. More importantly, I wouldn't be caught dead with that combination of outfit, unless of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/114589155001910249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=114589155001910249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114589155001910249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114589155001910249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/04/kissing-baby-sunday.html' title='Kissing Baby Sunday'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-114570882020173907</id><published>2006-04-19T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:53:17.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice for Thought</title><summary type='text'>Over lunch with Otterman, Dachsie and Mr. Budak earlier this dreary day, Dachsie gave us a highlight about the book she was currently reading.Collapse, by Jared Diamond, was the same title I had recommended to Professor Benito Tan weeks earlier. I ran into him at Borders and for want of a brain-shredding and insomnia-inducing title, I pulled this book from the shelf and placed it in his hands. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/114570882020173907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=114570882020173907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114570882020173907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114570882020173907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/04/choice-for-thought.html' title='Choice for Thought'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-114568412565323238</id><published>2006-04-18T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:23:49.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Deal</title><summary type='text'>No, it ain't gonna happen.A was relieved when she read that. She's convinced I'll be saving myself from heartache and trouble.K, always the optimist and the pragmatist added: "She's not the only one. There are plenty of other women out there."And J, when I finally told her about it, exclaimed: "My God, have you lost your mind?"Yes, my dear ladies. I realize the folly at hand. And as punishment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/114568412565323238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=114568412565323238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114568412565323238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114568412565323238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-deal.html' title='No Deal'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-114554824866974665</id><published>2006-04-12T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:23:00.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing the Hand</title><summary type='text'>And talking about curved balls, I awoke two mornings ago with that all-familiar feeling in my gut. Seems that I've taken a fancy to someone I'd just met.Spending two whole days with her seemed ordinarily normal. Among other things like small talk, eating this, drinking that, walking here and looking there, there wasn't any inspirational epic in the making other than me wanting to get to know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/114554824866974665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=114554824866974665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114554824866974665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114554824866974665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/04/dealing-hand.html' title='Dealing the Hand'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-114551774191543780</id><published>2006-04-09T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T20:35:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before my Eyes</title><summary type='text'>"I just met your twin sister over the weekend." said I to J.Coming out of two whole days of ball-tossing by fourteen tough-guys at the Singapore Sevens, this is a curved-ball of a surprise.The likeness was uncanny. Almost an exact match given the coincidence of bumping into someone from your past. After introducing myself, M flashed a quick smile as she tried digesting the news. Alcohol slows </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/114551774191543780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=114551774191543780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114551774191543780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114551774191543780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/04/before-my-eyes.html' title='Before my Eyes'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-114606285992052234</id><published>2006-03-08T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:47:39.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shot in the Arm</title><summary type='text'>This afternoon's outing to Sim Lim Sqaure started out with a simple statement a few days ago: "You Mac needs more RAM."Though Otterman had bestowed the coveted road warrior status on his G4 iBook, it is his trusty Dual G4 MDD he employs to pick up the slack. Watching him flog this machine daily, it is evident that his Dual G4 has legs to grow yet.The G4 MDD, or Mirrored Drive Doors, is considered</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/114606285992052234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=114606285992052234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114606285992052234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114606285992052234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/03/shot-in-arm.html' title='A Shot in the Arm'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-115229424492491915</id><published>2006-01-08T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:06:35.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterdays Friends, Todays Enemies</title><summary type='text'>Secretary of Defence Donald Rumsfeld met former-Iraqi President Saddam Hussien many years ago during Iraqi's war with Iran.That was a different time when Iraq was considered an essential buffer against the Islamic Republic of Iran. Two decades later, Saddam Hussein should have seen the writing on the wall when Rumsfeld was made Secretary of Defence.AdblockAdblock</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/115229424492491915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=115229424492491915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115229424492491915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/115229424492491915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2006/01/yesterdays-friends-todays-enemies.html' title='Yesterdays Friends, Todays Enemies'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-112462105176209072</id><published>2005-08-21T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:55:21.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Better or For Worse</title><summary type='text'>"Baby, sometimes love just ain't enough"- Patty Smyth and Glen Burtnik, 1992Rag and Bone man, Khiew Chee Keong, who proposed to his girlfriend in The Sunday Times two weeks ago, has blown his chances at happiness.As expected, Ms. Sally Khoo, principal of a childcare centre, has backed off because of the sudden publicity surrounding her relationship with Mr. Khiew. To date, she hasn't given him a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/112462105176209072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=112462105176209072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/112462105176209072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/112462105176209072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2005/08/for-better-or-for-worse.html' title='For Better or For Worse'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-114625489279833581</id><published>2005-07-20T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T12:15:11.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back At You</title><summary type='text'>So another birthday gone and another year passed. Mingling again with your friends that night was a treat.Through the candle-light, I watched as you moved among the crowd. People, friends of yours, keep showing up at the door in an ever growing crowd who bring you joy just to see them again. Watching you greet them with hugs, kisses and pleasantries, your knack for making friends and making them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/114625489279833581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=114625489279833581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114625489279833581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/114625489279833581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2005/07/looking-back-at-you.html' title='Looking Back At You'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-112006367200619053</id><published>2005-06-28T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T16:42:55.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruffie the Desolate</title><summary type='text'>A chat buddy and budding briskwalker sent me this post about Ruffie, her favorite stuffed-toy and squeeze.Ruffie has not been getting his share of cuddles lately and is feeling somewhat neglected. Is she too busy with work or just too distracted by other things? Poor Ruffie sounds as melancholiac as he smells mouldy. He needs a good bath, girl!When he's not busy writing about the world, you can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/112006367200619053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=112006367200619053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/112006367200619053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/112006367200619053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2005/06/ruffie-desolate.html' title='Ruffie the Desolate'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-111972223212693100</id><published>2005-06-23T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T01:00:12.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poverty Chooses</title><summary type='text'>Fed up with elitism, nepotism and rampant corruption within the ruling Iranian elite, there is a likely chance that the poor and oppressed masses will elect a hardliner for the Iranian presidency.Iranian voters will have only two options to choose from when the nation goes to the polls tomorrow. Whatever anyone says about the legality, or the lack of, about the election, the country will know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/111972223212693100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=111972223212693100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/111972223212693100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/111972223212693100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2005/06/poverty-chooses.html' title='Poverty Chooses'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-111933419707028287</id><published>2005-06-15T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T15:45:17.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Party Gripe?</title><summary type='text'>Lately the local media has been going through another round of belly-aching about a Singaporean blogger who posted artistic nudes of herself. Enter Sarong Party Girl, Isabella Chen blogs about her life and relationships.This should not raise any more eye-brows than sweat trickling down your forehead and most of the time I would have just ignored the negative criticism and kept on reading. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/111933419707028287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=111933419707028287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/111933419707028287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/111933419707028287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2005/06/singapore-party-gripe.html' title='Singapore Party Gripe?'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-111960051672032679</id><published>2005-06-02T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T15:14:34.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packed with POMs</title><summary type='text'>What a day!I rushed to the office this morning, rushed to finish most of the work, rushed down town, rushed my lunch, rushed to find a gift for Jon and Kim, rushed to pay and gift-wrap it in pretty looking paper and tie it up with an even prettier ribbon before rushing back to pack.Looking at my wristwatch, I found that two whole hours had passed. It seems somewhat like a timewarp while shopping,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/111960051672032679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=111960051672032679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/111960051672032679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/111960051672032679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2005/06/packed-with-poms.html' title='Packed with POMs'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-111942593883251906</id><published>2005-03-22T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T00:50:26.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tower of Babel: The Marathon Man Part 3</title><summary type='text'>Just for kicks, I'm going to try for the vertical marathon at the Swissotel in November this year. No, this ain't the Tower of Babel and climbing all the way to the top won't be easy either. After running two marathons, this is something new to try.In all, there are seventy-three floors and fourteen hundred steps, about a hundred or so people participate in this short but gruelling burst to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/111942593883251906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=111942593883251906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/111942593883251906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/111942593883251906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2005/03/tower-of-babel-marathon-man-part-3.html' title='Tower of Babel: The Marathon Man Part 3'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-110813914945216757</id><published>2005-02-03T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T00:44:27.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Iran?</title><summary type='text'>George W. Bush has a reputation for being a straight shooter, the kind of leader who sends a clear, decisive message to the nation's adversaries in the war on terrorism. But as the Americans try to persuade Iran to give up its nuclear ambitions, the White House has been sending out mixed messages as to what would be the most appropriate course of action.After declaring that America would not rule</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/110813914945216757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=110813914945216757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110813914945216757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110813914945216757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2005/02/next-iran.html' title='Next Iran?'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-110739632847743403</id><published>2005-02-01T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T00:36:24.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why a free Iraq will Work</title><summary type='text'>When Prime Minister John Howard was in Baghdad for Anzac Day last year, one of his meetings involved Massoud Barzani, the leader of the Kurdistan Democratic Party.Barzani is the leader of Kurdistan, a relatively peaceful, humane and broadly democratic enclave in northern Iraq that has been under US protection for more than a decade.Like Turkey, Kurdistan demolishes the myth that Middle East </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/110739632847743403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=110739632847743403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110739632847743403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110739632847743403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-free-iraq-will-work.html' title='Why a free Iraq will Work'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-110431807015267766</id><published>2004-12-08T06:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:35:51.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being socially responsible...</title><summary type='text'>... and economically naive."Greed is good."- Gordon Gecko, 1987.The Great Singapore Casino debate has taken on a life of its own. In recent months, we've seen and heard the entire spectrum of arguments for and against the idea.Naturally the government, with the expressed purpose of projecting itself responsibly, is taking a pragmatic stance by seeking proposals from industry players and feedback </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/110431807015267766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=110431807015267766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110431807015267766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110431807015267766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/12/being-socially-responsible.html' title='Being socially responsible...'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-110230427087423488</id><published>2004-12-05T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T22:00:10.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run for your Life: The Marathon Man Part 2</title><summary type='text'>So what's next after the Kenyans left everyone, including Dr. Vivian Balakrishnan, in the dust?First. Food and drink. After plonking down seventy bucks for registration, training the last five months and waking up before dawn to run forty-two kilometers on a lazy Sunday morning, is just the typical excuse for everyone to stuff themselves silly.One hour ago however, food was the last thing on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/110230427087423488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=110230427087423488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110230427087423488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110230427087423488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/12/run-for-your-life-marathon-man-part-2.html' title='Run for your Life: The Marathon Man Part 2'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-110209833515181317</id><published>2004-11-28T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T01:03:54.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelude to Disaster?</title><summary type='text'>With the American dollar weakening against the Singaporean and Australian, it seems like a good opportunity to buy in on the cheap while anticipating a global economic resurgence in Two Thousand and Five.Or is it?Could this slide be attributed to American fiscal policy, that if left unaddressed, be ultimately its undoing?After the Second World War, the dollar has been the leading </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/110209833515181317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=110209833515181317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110209833515181317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110209833515181317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/11/prelude-to-disaster.html' title='Prelude to Disaster?'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-110122922665664057</id><published>2004-11-25T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T09:25:14.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Language of Lust</title><summary type='text'>"Feel my cunt..."She purred with her face inches from mine. At that very moment, I felt the heat build in my loins as I tasted the lust in her breath. That naughty gleam in her eyes made the moment so visceral and nakedly arousing.For a word that is supposedly crude and offensive when blurted out by a man, just seems like the kind of tasteless vulgarity that you'd expect from the uneducated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/110122922665664057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=110122922665664057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110122922665664057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110122922665664057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/11/language-of-lust.html' title='The Language of Lust'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-110114045498302921</id><published>2004-11-20T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T09:48:45.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me, are you a G-Star slut?</title><summary type='text'>Today marks the first time in seven years since I've put on a pair of jeans. All credit going to Joelle as we headed out to the newly revamped Tangs on Orchard.For the last few months, through our numerous conversations over lunch, she would expouse and emphasize the merits of G-Star Denim over all other brands. Her lists of reasons are no doubt compelling, from the choice of fabric, weave, cut</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/110114045498302921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=110114045498302921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110114045498302921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110114045498302921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/11/excuse-me-are-you-g-star-slut.html' title='Excuse me, are you a G-Star slut?'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-110069693682563330</id><published>2004-11-17T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T17:14:57.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run for your Life: The Marathon Man</title><summary type='text'>With the Singapore Marathon less than three weeks away, I've been piling on the milage in the run-up to the big day.Unfortunately I did not run a mile when I was at home. My shoes, which came along for the ride, didn't earn their keep.So what to do after spending fourteen days eating, drinking, sleeping and travelling? I've implimented ten-kilometer runs during the weekdays and two-hour runs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/110069693682563330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=110069693682563330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110069693682563330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110069693682563330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/11/run-for-your-life-marathon-man.html' title='Run for your Life: The Marathon Man'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-110053596632086056</id><published>2004-11-14T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T12:09:38.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two hot Chicks!</title><summary type='text'>Coming out of a wonderful dinner at Senso along Club Street, Anna and I headed over to Zouk to dance the night away. Prior to that we had met up with Hanna for pool at Orchard Cineplex. As Wei Kong was already at Zouk with his friends, nothing seemed out of the ordinary when we arrived.Retrospectively, the music that night was below average. It was clear that the DJ was making too many 'rest' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/110053596632086056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=110053596632086056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110053596632086056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110053596632086056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/11/two-hot-chicks.html' title='Two hot Chicks!'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-110105584473468087</id><published>2004-11-12T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T19:08:19.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Grave</title><summary type='text'>Just when you think that you've heard the last of Scorpions and their played-to-death single, Still Loving You, one pops up to grill your ears again.Out at IMM with Otterman, we stopped by Daiso for two-dollar fish and butterfly nets. As he needed them for a crab expedition, these would come in handy.No sooner had we stepped in, the guitar cords of that notororiously familiar song came </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/110105584473468087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=110105584473468087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110105584473468087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110105584473468087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/11/back-from-grave.html' title='Back from the Grave'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-110102820104603077</id><published>2004-11-10T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T00:06:50.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPodding Kumar</title><summary type='text'>It was expected of course, or thereabouts. My boss came to me yesterday morning and whipped out a shiny new 20G iPod from his trouser pocket.It was apparent from his grin that the wall of reason had been bulldozed by his son’s insistence on having “one of those”. No coincidence that my boss had came asking about them prior to me flying home.In the age of consumerism and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/110102820104603077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=110102820104603077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110102820104603077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110102820104603077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/11/ipodding-kumar.html' title='iPodding Kumar'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-109999926660040947</id><published>2004-11-09T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T19:43:46.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now! Now!</title><summary type='text'>Is the answer to people asking "When? When?"Mozilla finally released mile-stone version 1.0 of its famous browser, Firefox.Full featured with tabbed browsing and lots of bug fixes on this release, the browser runs on version 1.7.5 of the Mozilla engine.Those adventurous enough for the Nightly Builds will find these cutting-edge builds running on version 1.8a5.So download your copy today </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/109999926660040947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=109999926660040947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109999926660040947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109999926660040947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/11/now-now.html' title='Now! Now!'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-110059816854965633</id><published>2004-11-09T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T12:22:12.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath</title><summary type='text'>Well the holiday is over. As we look through the wreckage of our credit card bills online, it was as if a bomb had gone off. The decimal point seems further away from the dollar sign than normally is the case.Claire basically received a thirty percent discount to the dollar while poor me had to cough up an additional twenty five. But playing host to the greatest city in the greatest country on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/110059816854965633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=110059816854965633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110059816854965633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110059816854965633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/11/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-110053285268574467</id><published>2004-11-08T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T23:34:12.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Way Out</title><summary type='text'>Making my way to the office this morning seemed like a whole new experience. It even felt like I was walking into a new job. "What am I supposed to do now?" I wondered. This was clearly a good sign that I was starting out the next five months mentally refreshed and physically recharged.It would have a been a very bad thing had I chosen to keep tabs by digging into my e-mail. And with the bulk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/110053285268574467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=110053285268574467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110053285268574467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110053285268574467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-way-out.html' title='No Way Out'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-109976251558394701</id><published>2004-11-07T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T21:48:03.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I, Depressed</title><summary type='text'>With Claire many miles away by now, I spent the remaining day cleaning the house and weeding the garden. Suddenly, I was enveloped by that all familiar silence as I pottered around.How about some Bach? No, I thought. This kind of solitude is a rare commodity and should be indulged. These two weeks were spent on the move, eating, drinking and in and around people. So better to relish it and stock </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/109976251558394701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=109976251558394701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109976251558394701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109976251558394701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-depressed.html' title='I, Depressed'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-110001558837474774</id><published>2004-11-01T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:04:30.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possums and Hot Air Balloons</title><summary type='text'>This was actually Plan B.We decided that if the weather was going to be wet and cold, we would head to Sydney for the weekend. Fortunately, Victoria was blessed with twenty degree weather and sunshine after being battered by cold, rain and wind.So what to do and where to go?Once you've shopped at one shopping centre, eaten at a restaurant or walked down a boulevard, you've done them all. No doubt</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/110001558837474774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=110001558837474774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110001558837474774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110001558837474774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/11/possums-and-hot-air-balloons.html' title='Possums and Hot Air Balloons'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-109984329624529022</id><published>2004-10-31T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:27:41.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Membership has its Priviledges</title><summary type='text'>If you are a convicted felon for a capital crime in Poland, you should thank the European Union. Again.Recently, the Polish Parliament voted 198 to 194 to keep the death penalty buried. Abolished in Nineteen Ninety Seven, this was done to meet human rights standards and qualify for membership into the E.U.However following a series of recent high profile murders, the right-wing Law and Justice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/109984329624529022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=109984329624529022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109984329624529022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109984329624529022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/10/membership-has-its-priviledges.html' title='Membership has its Priviledges'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-110146432058847067</id><published>2004-10-25T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T01:26:59.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then come Here...</title><summary type='text'>"I look haggard." I say as I see my reflection in the mirror."Yes. And thin too." She observes."And you know why?" I ask."Because you run too much. And you stay up with me online till the wee hours of the morning." She replies."Yeah, you're up bright from having slept your fill the night before while I'm to get up six or seven hours later. Sometimes less. I'm so tired." I say."Then come</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/110146432058847067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=110146432058847067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110146432058847067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/110146432058847067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/10/then-come-here.html' title='Then come Here...'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-109842572259928074</id><published>2004-10-22T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T11:07:28.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Sublime</title><summary type='text'>It's one thirty in the office and the usual hustle and bustle have left for lunch.Just outside my window, looking at the pouring rain brings a sense of tranquility. But it is really the work of Bach's French Suites filling the air that sets a mood that is serene and sublime.There is mathematical precision in all of Bach's compositions, especially with his solo works for violin, cello and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/109842572259928074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=109842572259928074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109842572259928074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109842572259928074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/10/something-sublime.html' title='Something Sublime'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-109836118948885556</id><published>2004-10-21T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T22:03:14.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Bloody mad Rush!</title><summary type='text'>Working feverishly to put stops in all the pending holes before going home for two weeks, I'm sitting here in my office when everyone else has gone home. And that's with the exception of right-now as I'm typing this.But a little quiet is best when you become tired of the noisy distraction that is so pervasive during working hours. In fact some of my best writing comes during the wee hours of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/109836118948885556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=109836118948885556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109836118948885556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109836118948885556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-bloody-mad-rush.html' title='What a Bloody mad Rush!'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-109825374439996403</id><published>2004-10-20T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T12:43:42.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trading Places</title><summary type='text'>Last night, I tossed my internet-downloaded tracks of Internationalist by Powderfinger. Taking delivery of this illusive disc at long last completes my collection of the band's commercial discography.I didn't warm up to Powderfinger immediately when they released Internationalist in Nineteen Ninety Eight. Effectively their break-through album, Triple-M would play their songs to death while I'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/109825374439996403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=109825374439996403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109825374439996403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109825374439996403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/10/trading-places.html' title='Trading Places'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-109833239670988627</id><published>2004-10-18T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T12:49:36.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Performing Acrobats</title><summary type='text'>Coming out from a musicially inundating weekend, I was rather uninspired about starting the week in the office. Fortunately Adobe Acrobat version Six Professional came to my rescue and I spent Monday learning about it over delicious fried beef kuay teow at The Deck.Being an Acrobat junkie since version Five, version Six provides many enhancements in the creation and editing of .pfd documents. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/109833239670988627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=109833239670988627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109833239670988627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109833239670988627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/10/performing-acrobats.html' title='Performing Acrobats'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-109801177622674570</id><published>2004-10-16T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T22:10:10.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Strikes and you're Ouch!</title><summary type='text'>MRT rides can be as entertaining as the next reality television show.On my way to the Esplanade earlier this evening, a young family boarded my train from one of the above-ground stations. A father and mother in their early thirties with their three year-old daughter. Looking like everyone else, they moved into the middle of the aisle as all the seats were taken. Nobody batted an eye-lid and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/109801177622674570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=109801177622674570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109801177622674570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109801177622674570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/10/three-strikes-and-youre-ouch.html' title='Three Strikes and you&apos;re Ouch!'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-109820322503817510</id><published>2004-10-15T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T20:03:25.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reed and Mallet Affair</title><summary type='text'>So what do students at the Yong Siew Toh Music Conservatory have to show after more than a year?Plenty.Arriving just in time to hear the first notes sound from the Conservatory Wind Quintet, I settled into my seat for some serious listening. The concert was aptly titled and organized to showcase the talent of young musicians in woodwind and percussion who have spent months blowing and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/109820322503817510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=109820322503817510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109820322503817510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109820322503817510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/10/reed-and-mallet-affair.html' title='A Reed and Mallet Affair'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-109782509106338534</id><published>2004-10-13T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T15:24:51.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you Just love It!</title><summary type='text'>McDonalds Singapore is offering a new rewards scheme to keep you well fed, happy and smiling.Aptly called Rewards, patrons receive five points for every dollar spent on food or merchandise. As an enticer, anyone who signs up during the promotional period will automatically obtain five hundred points free of charge. Linked to your e-Zlink card, this is just the right combination to rack up on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/109782509106338534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=109782509106338534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109782509106338534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109782509106338534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/10/dont-you-just-love-it.html' title='Don&apos;t you Just love It!'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-109722637618852216</id><published>2004-09-13T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T19:51:05.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting down and Dirty!</title><summary type='text'>... I found plenty of eager participants. It wasn't unexpected of course, given that young teens were looking to get down to some hot and sweaty action with experienced adults.Mingling awkwardly, we were given a once-over on the rules. There was to be no high-risk activity or impossible bodily contortions. In addition to the joys of physical exertion, this was meant to be exhilarating, safe and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/109722637618852216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=109722637618852216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109722637618852216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109722637618852216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/09/getting-down-and-dirty.html' title='Getting down and Dirty!'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-109661198929015730</id><published>2004-09-10T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T00:50:07.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It ain't Like that Anymore</title><summary type='text'>This Sunday, Martin and Pui Leng will be relocating back to Detroit. Taking young Cameron with them, we won't be sitting around talking and drinking for a while.Arriving in Singapore some years ago, my parents conspired to keep me in the country for the longest possible time. Being gainfully employed and a productive member of the family was part of the plan. So hardly a month had passed before</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/109661198929015730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=109661198929015730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109661198929015730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109661198929015730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/09/it-aint-like-that-anymore.html' title='It ain&apos;t Like that Anymore'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-109396921529052654</id><published>2004-08-31T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T21:15:33.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What will Utopia offer You?</title><summary type='text'>With "The Sixth Sense", Director M. Night Shyamalan has fallen into the self-laid trap of impossible expectations.As the bleakest of his horror films, "The Village" has a surprise ending most viewers may guess long before it is revealed. However this is a mere technicality and Shyamalan's orchestration of mood and terror is as superb as ever.Sadly, there is an impossible expectation from fans</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/109396921529052654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=109396921529052654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109396921529052654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109396921529052654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-will-utopia-offer-you.html' title='What will Utopia offer You?'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-109466089367106244</id><published>2004-08-28T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T22:30:44.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMAD Saturday!</title><summary type='text'>Almost never happened.It was one of those last minute decisions. Kate, who had been primed to the event one week before, was geared up and ready for action. However due to work and a mild case of indecisiveness, Susan finally made up her mind over drinks at Wala Wala.It's no fun slogging all week only to come out into a void on the weekend. Kate and I were ready for beer and dancing. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/109466089367106244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=109466089367106244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109466089367106244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109466089367106244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/08/womad-saturday.html' title='WOMAD Saturday!'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-109267311486004784</id><published>2004-08-17T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T23:51:24.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dropping like Flies</title><summary type='text'>This is the season for falling ill. In fact it has becomes the norm to see colleagues around you coughing and wheezing in multiples of ten. Siva would know, as he has so plainfully, or rather painfully offered.However, life wasn't 'dis-ease' free when I was growing up. Like clockwork, I would run high fevers and cold chills for two or three weeks at the end of every Primary school semester. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/109267311486004784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=109267311486004784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109267311486004784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109267311486004784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/08/dropping-like-flies.html' title='Dropping like Flies'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-109228128346087287</id><published>2004-08-11T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T13:03:11.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac Users @ McDonalds</title><summary type='text'>Last night's Mac Meet Up turned out to be one eye-popping event. Never in the history of all meet ups has there been so many raised eyebrows.Seng Aik and I had just arrived on the scene when Loh Brothers, KC and CC, were handing out goodies to those who had ordered them. Many were inspecting their merchandise with glee. But perhaps with a little too much glee, as some had their eyeballs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/109228128346087287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=109228128346087287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109228128346087287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109228128346087287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/08/mac-users-mcdonalds_109228128346087287.html' title='Mac Users @ McDonalds'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881524.post-109204538532372254</id><published>2004-08-09T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T19:38:38.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it Enough?</title><summary type='text'>While standing in my kitchen today, I spied a lady attempting to park her car. It would have seemed like any other driver parking any other car on any other day. However on this sweltering afternoon, she spent half an hour at this attempt.On a sunny day, the interior of your car would probably be hot enough to bake bread. Except that is, if you know where to park. In the carpark behind my block</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/feeds/109204538532372254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6881524&amp;postID=109204538532372254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109204538532372254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6881524/posts/default/109204538532372254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teuteberg.blogspot.com/2004/08/isnt-it-enough.html' title='Isn&apos;t it Enough?'/><author><name>Teutoburg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/882579277_233dd554fd_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
