<?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-4083465</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:27:27.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.::z. 8/8.</title><subtitle type='html'>elegantly wasted.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-1937911579627413614</id><published>2009-11-25T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:01:25.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unlubricated</title><summary type='text'>go on, lubricate yourself.www.lubric8.net</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/1937911579627413614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=1937911579627413614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/1937911579627413614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/1937911579627413614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2009/11/unlubricated.html' title='unlubricated'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-2921556967645221978</id><published>2009-06-02T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:11:05.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the creator of the universe</title><summary type='text'>“You are an experiment by the Creator of the Universe. You are the only creature in the entire Universe who has free will. You are the only one who has to figure out what to do next – and why. Everybody else is a robot, a machine.“Some persons seem to like you, and others seem to hate you, and you must wonder why. They are simply liking machines and hating machines.“You are pooped and demoralized</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/2921556967645221978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=2921556967645221978&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2921556967645221978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2921556967645221978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2009/06/creator-of-universe.html' title='the creator of the universe'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-8140342421237442137</id><published>2009-05-12T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:35:28.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the concept of self</title><summary type='text'>whatever a man’s position may be, he is bound to take a view of human life in general that will make his own activity seem important and good. people usually imagine that a thief, a murderer, a spy, a prostitute, knowing their occupation to be evil, must be ashamed of it. but the very opposite is true. men who have been placed by fate and their own sins or mistakes in a certain position, however </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/8140342421237442137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=8140342421237442137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/8140342421237442137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/8140342421237442137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2009/05/concept-of-self.html' title='the concept of self'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-2555266851000509363</id><published>2009-05-07T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:44:07.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love everybody</title><summary type='text'>And now the buildings change. Now the people change. Everything changing. Spirit and matter most apparent. Realised there never was anything to worry about, to doubt was insane. The limited, callow, isolated individuals living on housing estates in Chingford, large detached houses in Kew, tower blocks on the Tottenham marshes, become my gods. I see an accounts clerk from Tooting, I see Zeus. A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/2555266851000509363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=2555266851000509363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2555266851000509363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2555266851000509363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-everybody.html' title='i love everybody'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-7827420201690183431</id><published>2009-04-07T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:32:45.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing does any good</title><summary type='text'>april 2009. ‘It won’t do any good,’ says Ruby morosely. ‘Nothing does any good. You fall in love with someone and they leave you and you feel like dying. You meet their friends in the street and you tell them how unhappy you are and you hope this news will get back to your ex-lover and they’ll take pity on you. Or else you meet their friends in the street and you tell them you’re having a great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/7827420201690183431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=7827420201690183431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7827420201690183431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7827420201690183431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-does-any-good.html' title='nothing does any good'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-1148044097642379586</id><published>2009-01-28T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:51:30.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how u remind me</title><summary type='text'>its been a while since i wrote. a long while.so long, i dont even know where to begin now. so many things happened of cos, and we're already entering february of 2009. so i'm gonna write about random things. and if this gets too long, its cos i lack the time to make it short.sarah turned 3 on sunday. a simple celebration at mr teh tarik tampines. blackforest cake, butter cereal prawn, milo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/1148044097642379586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=1148044097642379586&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/1148044097642379586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/1148044097642379586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-how-u-remind-me.html' title='this is how u remind me'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-9005194178140375687</id><published>2008-10-30T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:27:27.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>till then, love.</title><summary type='text'>i havent been writing.everytime i wanted to write something, i would tell myself "wait till xxx gets settled, and then i'll write the whole story and it'll end with good news, a happy ever after story".like for example, the story of my princess sarah. its been a month since i saw her. she has disappeared from our lives and it was so sudden, the whole family is still in a daze and trying our best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/9005194178140375687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=9005194178140375687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/9005194178140375687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/9005194178140375687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/10/till-then-love.html' title='till then, love.'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-4674269069842648406</id><published>2008-08-22T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:31:24.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/4674269069842648406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=4674269069842648406&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/4674269069842648406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/4674269069842648406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-135226239944975789</id><published>2008-08-13T09:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:12:09.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamscape</title><summary type='text'>my sleeping pattern is back to chaotic, the same one i had exactly a year ago.the kind where i fall asleep at 1am, and wake up again an hour later, and depending on what's on my mind then and what i dreamt of, i will either fall asleep again till morning or repeat the same cycle througout the night.2 nights ago, during that brief 1hr sleep, i dreamt of moving house again. its one of many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/135226239944975789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=135226239944975789&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/135226239944975789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/135226239944975789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/08/dreamscape.html' title='dreamscape'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-5314803918246281394</id><published>2008-08-07T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:39:31.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>august angst</title><summary type='text'>08.08.08Happy Birthday Dino De Laurentiis, Dustin Hoffman, Connie Stevens, Keith Carradine, The Edge, Faye Wong, JC Chasez, Drew Lachey, Louis Saha, Vanessa Amorosi, Roger Federer and Princess Beatrice of York.Happy Birthday, allHappy Birthday, meI miss you, honestly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/5314803918246281394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=5314803918246281394&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/5314803918246281394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/5314803918246281394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-angst_557.html' title='august angst'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-6955433222596715374</id><published>2008-07-31T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:15:34.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>under rug swept</title><summary type='text'>fuckin bad day, fuckin bad week.this is like the 3rd or 4th deal that didnt get through after running around here and there for many nights. i must be doing something wrong. karma? i would like to think so, its a convenient excuse.i went for a financial talk last nite. it was basically a sales pitch to promote dvds/books, but i left the auditorium with this quote from warren buffet in my mind.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/6955433222596715374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=6955433222596715374&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6955433222596715374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6955433222596715374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/07/under-rug-swept.html' title='under rug swept'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-8843458734189466204</id><published>2008-07-24T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:29:49.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what gives?</title><summary type='text'>i fucked up a lot of stuff lately.at work, i am king procrastinator. i got so much work still left undone. no mood. no drive. nothing. its worrying me.at home, i do nothing but sit in front of the laptop, thinking. until i fall asleep, seating. its worrying me.i went for an interview yesterday. i fucked it up. i cant even string a coherent sentence. midway, i hear myself babbling and i thought.. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/8843458734189466204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=8843458734189466204&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/8843458734189466204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/8843458734189466204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-gives.html' title='what gives?'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-5935612655914272392</id><published>2008-06-15T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:59:47.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweet initial</title><summary type='text'>i've waited 10mths for this.it was a quick first meeting. at midnight. at your void deck. in 10mins, i formed a good first impression of you.and then i waited a week before i saw you again.we went out on saturday. we had soup. we walked around town. we shared a slice of green tea cake and exchanged short stories. and then we enjoyed sex (and the city).the very next sunday morning, we ran at east </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/5935612655914272392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=5935612655914272392&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/5935612655914272392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/5935612655914272392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-initial.html' title='the sweet initial'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-8899332517317855723</id><published>2008-06-03T17:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:50:29.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sundown, all around.</title><summary type='text'>such a disappointment.when i completed my first marathon last yr with a timing of 5:09, i thought to myself, if i ran juuust a lil bit faster, i could have gone below 5 hours. 4:xx would be nice.so then came the sundown marathon and i was happy; it was the perfect chance for me to achieve that 4hrs+ finish time. its at night for one thing, no sun, no heat, no problem! i had 6mths to train. i had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/8899332517317855723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=8899332517317855723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/8899332517317855723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/8899332517317855723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/06/sundown-all-around.html' title='sundown, all around.'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-7471752850256678800</id><published>2008-05-28T00:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:43:52.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in praise of the vulnerable man</title><summary type='text'>meanwhile, somewhere up north...a young man comes home after a week in camp. the moment he steps into his bedroom, he takes off his no4 shirt, turns on his PC, and places his handphone beside the keyboard. he clicks on the folder named after his beloved, and many more subfolders appear. he scans through to see which subfolder category best describes the smses that he has been getting the past </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/7471752850256678800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=7471752850256678800&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7471752850256678800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7471752850256678800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-praise-of-vulnerable-man.html' title='in praise of the vulnerable man'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-3873232906527517569</id><published>2008-05-22T14:48:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:32:29.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sun's up</title><summary type='text'>the tan line on my wrist bears testimony to the many hours i've spent under the hot scorching sun riding back and forth on my bike, swimming laps, running along beaches, climbing walls and rowing the rivers of kallang.it has lead to the following results from the latest health screening i went to last week.hmm i gained about 2kg alreadybody fat down to 13.9% (used to be over 20)fat mass: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/3873232906527517569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=3873232906527517569&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/3873232906527517569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/3873232906527517569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/05/tan-line-on-my-wrist-bears-testimony-to.html' title='sun&apos;s up'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/SDUgVjmydWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-0McRFEJswE/s72-c/DSC01190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-145181741043674341</id><published>2008-05-15T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:28:06.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brainfucked</title><summary type='text'>i was updating my resume (yes, yet again) and was looking through the list of programming languages in my skillset when i decided to search the almighty wikipedia for more languages to include. lo and behold, i found brainfuck in the list.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brainfuckbut wait, there's more fuck than you can ever imagine. i've also discovered a whole array of brainfuck programming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/145181741043674341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=145181741043674341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/145181741043674341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/145181741043674341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/05/brainfucked.html' title='brainfucked'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-2267178922272537867</id><published>2008-05-08T12:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:20:49.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bike ramblings</title><summary type='text'>bike ramblings #1this happened 2 weeks ago.i was riding along the ECP on the way to work, and then suddenly the bike started to slow down on its own. thinking that the petrol is low, i switched to the secondary tank. usually this will last me about 20 more km until i can find the next nearest petrol station. well, not this time. this time, apparently, even the secondary tank is empty. so i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/2267178922272537867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=2267178922272537867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2267178922272537867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2267178922272537867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/05/bike-ramblings.html' title='bike ramblings'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/SCqAXHQ-5cI/AAAAAAAAAN8/mdOP5XrAhzA/s72-c/SuzukiGSR6002008_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-1034785158686644765</id><published>2008-04-21T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:03:05.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>80,000km</title><summary type='text'>I was riding my bike to work a couple of days ago and I casually glanced at the speedometer. The digital display says, at that very moment, "80,000km". And then within a minute, it added in another km. 80.001.During the rest of the journey, numbers kept swirling thru my head. 80,000km. Over a period of 4.5years. The same no of years I was in a relationship with you. I thought about the time I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/1034785158686644765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=1034785158686644765&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/1034785158686644765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/1034785158686644765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/04/80000km.html' title='80,000km'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-3228799917255100579</id><published>2008-04-16T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:25:11.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change is good</title><summary type='text'>spotted! at a bakery near bukit merah ntuc.was: $1.20. now: $1.20!hurry hurry before the price goes back to... $1.20!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/3228799917255100579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=3228799917255100579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/3228799917255100579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/3228799917255100579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/04/change-is-good.html' title='change is good'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/SAWaxvkzuwI/AAAAAAAAANk/QctQTSnNdbc/s72-c/DSC00015i.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-986142639711706432</id><published>2008-04-10T11:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:08:03.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so random</title><summary type='text'>random pics, random thoughts, from the past couple of months.1) went back home early one day, and saw princess sarah lying down on her tummy, with outstretched arms and cheeks touching the cold bare floor. i moved closer and noticed that she was fast asleep. mom said that its her favourite spot and position whenever she wants to catch a few zzzs. and then i realised, she's just like me. my style.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/986142639711706432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=986142639711706432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/986142639711706432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/986142639711706432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-random.html' title='so random'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/R_2LcHojc1I/AAAAAAAAAME/Tkg5ofSJaLg/s72-c/DSC00009i.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-6028124895081973572</id><published>2008-03-31T14:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T17:26:57.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beware the ides of march</title><summary type='text'>today is the last day of march. april fool's day beckons.let's see....1) i got free tix to the theatre idol's semi finals and watched the plays with tommy the first night and with leon the second night. and then tix to the finals were wasted cos i couldnt find anyone to go with.2) dan treated me to a nice vietnamese dinner and 10K BC, he got the tix courtesy of safra :)3) the folks back at NUS </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/6028124895081973572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=6028124895081973572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6028124895081973572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6028124895081973572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-is-last-day-of-march.html' title='beware the ides of march'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/R_CouKfXvCI/AAAAAAAAALs/UT-r5qqDLEQ/s72-c/_MG_8042i.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-2684122916176634733</id><published>2008-03-10T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:38:30.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mug shot</title><summary type='text'>i keep a mug at the office pantry. i bought it at the Internal Security Department's gift shop when i visited its heritage centre about 2 yrs ago. its unique. i dont think many ppl have it. i use it almost everyday when i make my hot beverages during coffee breaks. i'll then wash it and put it back on the rack to dry.last week, i was sitting in my cubicle doing my work, when someone walked past </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/2684122916176634733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=2684122916176634733&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2684122916176634733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2684122916176634733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/03/mug-shot.html' title='mug shot'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-2286120877637080062</id><published>2008-03-06T15:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:04:56.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if youth knew, if age could</title><summary type='text'>another story to share. it happened yesterday.there i was queuing up at the axs station right outside the ntuc fairprice at bt merah at about 230pm. beside the terminal, an old man on wheelchair sells singapore sweep tickets every day. he talks in a low coarse grumpy voice, never smiling. yesterday was no different. as i stood waiting for my turn, i could see that the old man was trying to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/2286120877637080062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=2286120877637080062&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2286120877637080062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2286120877637080062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-youth-knew-if-age-could.html' title='if youth knew, if age could'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-6130744978248751769</id><published>2008-03-05T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:58:34.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM what IM</title><summary type='text'>lets talk about IM (instant messaging) and general surfing at the workplace.when i first entered the workforce back in 1999, i was with a government statutory board. not surprisingly, their policy on IM and internet surfing were strict. initially, none of us could get on the internet from our desktop. gradually, a proxy server was used to control the sites that we could visit. we had to apply and</summary><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-5943218653767251192</id><published>2008-03-03T19:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:35:49.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fab feb</title><summary type='text'>first of all, february has (had) 29 days. my mistake in the previous entry. in those 29 days,1) i rock climbed2) i didnt dragon boat for the whole month (long pre and post CNY hols, captain was busy)3) i was on MC for 2 days cos of the eyes again4) the oscars were handed out5) business was good, the seeds i planted a year ago began to bear fruit6) q turned 32, and then got swept off his feet7) kr</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/5943218653767251192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=5943218653767251192&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/5943218653767251192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/5943218653767251192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-of-all-february-has-had-29-days.html' title='fab feb'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-2372239726223868517</id><published>2008-02-24T16:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:34:47.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock on</title><summary type='text'>i tried rock climbing for the first time on saturday. managed to rush and reach safra yishun just in time to meet q, sha and mike. exhilarating! and the best part is, i didnt even have to take the prerequisite $75 course. i used sha's safra card and the 'adventure specialist' didnt ask for the cert when i collected the harness and shoes ;)was a little stressful at first, fell a couplea times, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/2372239726223868517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=2372239726223868517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2372239726223868517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2372239726223868517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/02/michael-learns.html' title='rock on'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/R8EpwxCmzOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yc1OxTMct-0/s72-c/DSC00905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-2481327470184024072</id><published>2008-02-15T16:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T16:23:05.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>show me the greenstuff</title><summary type='text'>i love green tea everything, apparently.so being inspired by the condom, this week i tried the new green tea latte from starbucks, and had green tea muffins from breadtalk.lovely! "lord, keep my memory green" ~ charles dickens </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/2481327470184024072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=2481327470184024072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2481327470184024072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2481327470184024072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/02/show-me-greenstuff.html' title='show me the greenstuff'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/R7VKrhCmzNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/aPOjdR-C3QE/s72-c/image-upload-44-709801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-6845950563602574708</id><published>2008-02-04T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:41:01.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's so zen</title><summary type='text'>they've finally did it.green tea flavoured condom. i was just *waiting* for this to happen.tea, anyone? its full of cathecins. its good for u.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/6845950563602574708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=6845950563602574708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6845950563602574708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6845950563602574708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/02/thats-so-zen.html' title='that&apos;s so zen'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/R6cVWLgWqcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/E0Lgu2exxlM/s72-c/DSC00925i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-2162813139254213662</id><published>2008-01-31T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T10:08:33.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monthly roundup</title><summary type='text'>last day of january 2008.it has been a good start to the year. this month,1) i've gotten the most commisions so far2) i went on a trip with q to avoid one of those little timebombs. for the first time in 5years, it came and went without a sms/call/email. i dont know how to feel. the trip was eventful though, my wallet got stolen, we were made to run around 2 police stations, but the wallet was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/2162813139254213662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=2162813139254213662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2162813139254213662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2162813139254213662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/01/monthly-roundup.html' title='monthly roundup'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-7714209714859400076</id><published>2008-01-28T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:36:23.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy berfday 2u!</title><summary type='text'>happy berfday sarah! she's 2 yrs old :)ok she doesnt look too happy in that pic cos she was under the hot sun for abt 2 hrs walkin around nagoya and jodoh in batam following us around shopping. well, actually i carried her almost all the way though. this is back at the hotel room. but she was happy after that :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/7714209714859400076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=7714209714859400076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7714209714859400076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7714209714859400076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-berfday-2u.html' title='happy berfday 2u!'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/R51M_rgWqbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qHuRaZu15ME/s72-c/image-upload-126-765381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-5945831169931151236</id><published>2008-01-24T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:15:47.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the moon is a harsh mistress</title><summary type='text'>did u guys looked up at the moon tonight?i was riding back home on the ECP just now, at about 930pm, and i stopped a few times along the way to marvel at it. it was full, and it was very low.it was so low, it looked as if it was hovering amongst the buildings.it was so low, i thought someone was sittin at the park flashing a huge spotlight up towards the sky.it was so low, it could have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/5945831169931151236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=5945831169931151236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/5945831169931151236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/5945831169931151236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/01/moon-is-harsh-mistress.html' title='the moon is a harsh mistress'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/R5i4zLgWqUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/87fHSD3vZZ4/s72-c/DSC00857i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-6394932252551095651</id><published>2008-01-24T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:54:57.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heath, i swear...</title><summary type='text'>goodbye, ennis del mar. that final scene and those final words "jack, i swear..." kept me wondering for a long time (heck, even up till now), what ennis wanted to say. heartwrenching. "you know i aint queer"... title of blog courtesy of qh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/6394932252551095651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=6394932252551095651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6394932252551095651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6394932252551095651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/01/now-im-telling-u-jack.html' title='heath, i swear...'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/R5fyqrgWqMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/26vOtbm98fc/s72-c/brokebackshirtLnkic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-2789960284976006989</id><published>2008-01-22T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T11:41:10.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thd on cnn!</title><summary type='text'>i logged on to msn when i reached the office this morning and sofian was online and he was excited abt how his blog, the human defect, was showcased on CNfN's website!!! here's proof!^^^wahhahaha! he gets his 15mins of fame! CNN LEHHHH... here's the link to his blog. read his anfield reports. only if u're a liverpool fan :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/2789960284976006989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=2789960284976006989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2789960284976006989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2789960284976006989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-logged-on-to-msn-when-i-reached.html' title='thd on cnn!'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/R5VjVf0dq7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/5cR5B96-DNI/s72-c/THD+on+CNN+finalc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-2557868943351885824</id><published>2008-01-16T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T10:55:31.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me away</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/2557868943351885824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=2557868943351885824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2557868943351885824'/><link rel='self' 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generator that provided lights and music that lasted the whole nite. didnt matter that the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/6242036946448132965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=6242036946448132965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6242036946448132965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6242036946448132965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2008/01/200f8.html' title='200f8'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-7326281015379436912</id><published>2007-12-31T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:41:48.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tequila sunset</title><summary type='text'>its new year's eve.another year of mistakes. or as kc puts it, "blessings, but now CONFIRMED cannot"."i cannot go to the ocean, i cannot ride the streets at nighti cannot wake up in the morning, without you on my mindso you're gone and i'm haunted, and i bet you are just finedid i make it that easy for you to walk right in and out, of my life?"yeah, i guess i did.whats in store for me in 2008? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/7326281015379436912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=7326281015379436912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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"i remember you". i recognised it the moment the guitar started strummin.."woke up to the sound of pouring rain.. the wind would whisper, and i'd think of you.."now thats a classic. brought me back to gan eng seng days when my posse formed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/1814644194354192715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=1814644194354192715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/1814644194354192715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/1814644194354192715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-last-3-workin-days-of-2007.html' title='masih aku terasa'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/R3MTvf0dqrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5L_kiK8NKTM/s72-c/gersang_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-7874146119712027274</id><published>2007-12-21T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T16:26:46.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is illuminated</title><summary type='text'>i read this a long time ago, posted it up on my old blog, forgotten about it, and, suddenly, i thought about it again last nite as i lay awake thinkin abt stuff. its from jonathan safran foer's book "everything is illuminated.""he knew that i love you means i love you more than anyone lovesyou, and also, i love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you,or will love you, and also, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/7874146119712027274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=7874146119712027274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7874146119712027274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7874146119712027274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-read-this-long-time-ago-posted-it-up.html' title='everything is illuminated'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-7504705948212098230</id><published>2007-12-13T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:17:15.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>desire, despair, desire. r(a)</title><summary type='text'>and so the conversation went like this -&gt;A: so do you wanna bash me or fuck me? only one choice.B: (pauses.. thinks) i wanna bashfuck you.A: fwah. now u're talkin, that'll be cool.B: finally! someone who wants the same thing i do.A: a bashfuck is a waste of time if there isnt any blood.B: woooo i got some ropes we can useA: can we swing belt buckles at each other?B: hehand then they talked about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/7504705948212098230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=7504705948212098230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7504705948212098230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7504705948212098230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/12/desire-despair-desire-ra.html' title='desire, despair, desire. r(a)'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-2715143922841227740</id><published>2007-12-04T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:53:00.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why got the .195 ah?</title><summary type='text'>"The marathon is a long-distance running event of 42.195 kilometres (26 miles 385 yards) that can be run either as a road race or off-road (for example, on mountain trails)."Today's lunchtime wiki crawling is all about the marathon. Aptly so, cos I just finished my first one 2 days ago :)"The name marathon comes from the legend of Pheidippides, a Greek soldier, who was sent from the town of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/2715143922841227740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=2715143922841227740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2715143922841227740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2715143922841227740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/12/marathon-is-long-distance-running-event.html' title='why got the .195 ah?'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-8342761748909885707</id><published>2007-11-23T10:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:28:36.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i should!</title><summary type='text'>what a comedy of errors this morning. within such a short period of time.i set my alarm clock at 5am, but only got up at 537am, panicking. i was late for the 7am pump class at the gym. should i? shouldnt i? dont be lazy. i should.i got up, brushed my teeth, took a quick shower, went back to my bedroom. put on my pants. my body ached. i feel drained. its late. should i? shouldnt i? i shouldnt.i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/8342761748909885707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=8342761748909885707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/8342761748909885707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/8342761748909885707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-should.html' title='i should!'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-6674117514419514199</id><published>2007-11-22T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T16:57:05.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they're all the same</title><summary type='text'> found this after posting the entry below. sneakers are sneakers. bah!afternote: abt 85% of the votes so far has chosen mr orange kayano. i'm a bit swayed towards the red nimbus though. only one thing left to do. to actually put them both on and let my feet decide.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/6674117514419514199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=6674117514419514199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6674117514419514199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6674117514419514199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/11/found-this-after-posting-entry-below.html' title='they&apos;re all the same'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/R0VDb0C0pcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IpVeMU99gq8/s72-c/dilbert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-4791168070393288403</id><published>2007-11-22T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T12:02:02.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orange or red?</title><summary type='text'> i'm torn between these 2 lovelies.meet mr kayano VII (orange) and mr nimbus 9 (red). they're both from the asics clan. mr kayano retails at $264 and mr nimbus, although the newer model, goes at $243. both are isetan prices though, i heard you can get up to 30% discounts at some shops at queensway. i have to get one of them by saturday latest. then i can run in them on my (planned) 20-30km route </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/4791168070393288403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=4791168070393288403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/4791168070393288403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/4791168070393288403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/11/orange-and-red.html' title='orange or red?'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=8008098845809561399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/8008098845809561399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/8008098845809561399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/11/memory-of-running.html' title='the memory of running'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/RzfgNp01eQI/AAAAAAAAADI/gnxaKjlOhZM/s72-c/n709210837_254285_7372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-268813243358840543</id><published>2007-11-01T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:26:06.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunchtime netcrawling and wiki-ing</title><summary type='text'>the topic of today's lunchtime netcrawling is.. running shoes.1) 'saucony is pronounced: saw - co - knee. it is named after the Saucon River in Pennsylvania and means "swiftly running waters."' finally! i've been trying to find out how to pronounce that correctly for so longggg.. saw-co-knee.2) do u know that the founders of adidas and puma are brothers? adidas is named after its founder adolf (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/268813243358840543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=268813243358840543&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/268813243358840543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/268813243358840543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/11/lunchtime-netcrawling-and-wiki-ing.html' title='lunchtime netcrawling and wiki-ing'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-6761980263383414616</id><published>2007-10-23T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:31:37.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soon</title><summary type='text'>patience... patience......soon i'll be able to rilek one corner and write again, in peace.ka han, godspeed to you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/6761980263383414616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=6761980263383414616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6761980263383414616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6761980263383414616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/10/soon.html' title='soon'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-7102737582966825060</id><published>2007-10-01T15:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:34:01.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many monsters</title><summary type='text'>writing this from my new workplace. started here today after a 1 week break.yeah.. i never would have imagined this, when i started work at NUS about 1.5yrs ago, i thought that i would settle down already. i had the fantastic environment and wonderful colleagues (except for 1 or 2), manageable workload etc, but the pay sucks. so here i am. sittin in an open cubicle. with no access to msn and all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/7102737582966825060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=7102737582966825060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7102737582966825060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7102737582966825060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-many-monsters.html' title='so many monsters'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-6204997770739003037</id><published>2007-09-17T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:37:46.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interlude</title><summary type='text'> you give sweet, and how easily, i, i fall deepyour touch pours like honey on my skin, smooth it lingersyou, the cure and the causeof my bluesyour sea it can be freezing, i thought I'd floati sink deeper blue, by you i'm consumedoh i'm such a fool thinking i won't get caught in your downhill flowswept away, what good is a beautiful day, i'm aloneyou keep needing, keep callingthe cure and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/6204997770739003037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=6204997770739003037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6204997770739003037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6204997770739003037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/09/interlude.html' title='interlude'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-2213068272848655072</id><published>2007-08-16T11:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T11:28:53.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long, and thanks for all the fish</title><summary type='text'>rip currents - at least now I know what hit me.source 1:   Most tourist drownings in Thailand involve people caught in RIP CURRENTS on popular beaches. Phuket and big Ko Chang have the worst records, but rip currents can occur anywhere there is a surf running. All that water heading beachwards has to get back out to sea somehow, and that is the rip current. Inexperienced people finding themselves</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/2213068272848655072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=2213068272848655072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2213068272848655072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2213068272848655072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/08/rip-currents-at-least-now-i-know-what_16.html' title='so long, and thanks for all the fish'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-4831108456063295259</id><published>2007-08-12T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:26:01.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're an ocean</title><summary type='text'>we're back in krabi today after 3 days in phuket.this is no joke, i'm not being overly drama, and i am writing this exactly how it happened.there we were, 3 of us, swimming at patong beach. we were taunting the waves. we were tempting fate after what happened on my birthday. we went further and further out into the sea, thinking it was safe. heck, the water was only knee-deep! there were 2 other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/4831108456063295259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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come pick us up. i want to write more about what happened yesterday but we were told the bus will be here in 15mins so, just to keep the statistics true, here's another entry eh.happy national day. bleh."the nurse"The nurse should not be the one who puts salt in your woundsBut it's always with trust that the poison is fed with a spoonWhen you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/375656453033226332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=375656453033226332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/375656453033226332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/375656453033226332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/08/at-cafe-in-krabi-town-waiting-for-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-1856395496630590241</id><published>2007-08-09T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:25:22.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect storm</title><summary type='text'>i cant stay here long! my buddies are waiting for me outside the internet cafe, its midnight and we're waking up early tomorrow to catch a 3hr van ride to phuket.so, in short, we almost died today. really, not joking. our boat dived 45degrees into the water already. the waters were choppy and the waves were engulfing us. 14 passengers and 3 crewmen panicked, lifevests were thrown around the boat </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-7704678619571354144</id><published>2007-08-07T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:39:53.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walk away</title><summary type='text'>i'm off to krabi in a few hours. i'm going there as a single, free, liberated person.   will be back on 13th night. statistically speaking, i usually blog more when i'm overseas. so i hope i'll find a cosy internet cafe there to chill in and write. i leave with these thoughts in my mind. got this off from someone's blog. i didnt seek permission to reproduce it here. i hope u dont mind, i want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/7704678619571354144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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spent writing on my other blog. for those who know me well, you should know where it is. i find that one to be more relevant at this point of my life. i guess i'll just update stuff here in points form and more as a reminder for future events or as a depository of memories that mattered to me.for a start,1) took part in the mizuno run at bedok </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/7600225487627663846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=7600225487627663846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7600225487627663846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7600225487627663846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/08/indebtedness.html' title='indebtedness'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-5896562649205052606</id><published>2007-07-25T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T23:19:41.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an ode to my k750i</title><summary type='text'>sent the old faithful to sony-ericsson's service centre on monday. after queueing up for more than an hour, i was told not to bother sending it in for repairs because1) its no longer under warranty2) its freakin ancient3) it has been in contact with water (they know cos the hp, and i believe all other sony-ericsson phones, have this little white strip inside, behind the battery. if it turns red, </summary><link rel='replies' 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Sarah dah balik!", my mom answers her calls and my dad teases her. Hugs :DOK I dont know how to rotate the video clip to portrait. Teach me leh. What to use ah? I dont have Quicktime PRO.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/6383480864673254870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=6383480864673254870&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6383480864673254870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6383480864673254870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='dah balik!'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-2946872156044444571</id><published>2007-07-13T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T20:22:38.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move any mountain</title><summary type='text'>still in the office.almost all of my appts this week were either cancelled or postponed at the very last minute. after waiting and waiting.once in a while, i have to constantly remind myself that one day, one fine day, i will be in a situation like i was years ago, when everything was beautiful. i will no longer have to worry about numbers.69 months. i have to make that shorter...this is where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/2946872156044444571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=2946872156044444571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2946872156044444571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/2946872156044444571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/07/move-any-mountain.html' title='move any mountain'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/RpdtxucQfyI/AAAAAAAAACY/4CKbyDCC0dY/s72-c/DSC00097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-4485110356946655936</id><published>2007-07-09T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:49:03.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pooh tragedy</title><summary type='text'> Found these in the drain just beside the car park near my block. Strange. Morbid. I had to take a second and closer look before I realise someone had dumped a whole family of Poohs. Or was it a family suicide? Times are tough Mr Pooh, I'm trying to make ends meet myself too, but do you have to resort to this? How sad, really.I didnt call up the police by the way. The next day, they were gone.And</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/4485110356946655936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=4485110356946655936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/4485110356946655936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/4485110356946655936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/07/goodbye-pooh-and-family.html' title='pooh tragedy'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/RpR9DCMzFVI/AAAAAAAAACI/hHv6BSwA9mw/s72-c/ABCD0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-1858382725544421682</id><published>2007-07-02T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:11:45.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we, the posers</title><summary type='text'>at the bukit timah campus with biaogang and alvin.we were there to prepare for the funclub's amazing race event, which happened last friday. i thought it went pretty well. they arrowed me to be the gamemaster/host cos i didnt attend one of the meetings, and i tried to avoid it, but after going through the Communications in 4D course, i decided, hey, why not, it'll be a good chance for me to face </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/1858382725544421682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=1858382725544421682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/1858382725544421682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/1858382725544421682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-posers.html' title='we, the posers'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/RoiyQyMzFSI/AAAAAAAAABo/YDSKVDIWEQ4/s72-c/P1000021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-7692099429072356909</id><published>2007-06-24T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:09:49.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy bird-day</title><summary type='text'>It was mom's birthday on the 16th, and father's day on the 17th. So Allan and I decided to give them a lunch treat at the Rice Table. Le food -&gt; And this is how shocked my mom was when she looked at the bill.Kidding lah. On the subject of food, I mentioned before I got 2 molars extracted. Here they are, pieces of me. Shattered.Sakit AH!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/7692099429072356909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=7692099429072356909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7692099429072356909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7692099429072356909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-was-moms-birthday-on-16th-and.html' title='happy bird-day'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/Rn55ivAOwVI/AAAAAAAAABI/nO2pnDQ0ssw/s72-c/DSC00174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-9103970120306374815</id><published>2007-06-18T09:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:48:45.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who's biting now?</title><summary type='text'>This is scary. I thought only kids wearing imitations will get their "Crocs" caught in escalators. I'm an adult wearing originals. And it happened to me. I was on the MRT escalator when halfway up I felt a sudden tug on my right sandal, I looked down and lo and behold, my Croc was caught in the grooves, and helplessly it couldn't bite back! I panicked, slipped my foot off and my sandal, trapped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/9103970120306374815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=9103970120306374815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/9103970120306374815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/9103970120306374815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/06/whos-biting-now.html' title='who&apos;s biting now?'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/RnYAh_AOwUI/AAAAAAAAABA/avFsXB89ytE/s72-c/DSC00179i.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-8558468435403333872</id><published>2007-06-15T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:02:42.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>june seh</title><summary type='text'>eh, write about something lah.something, anything.too many things.a rare pic of me having "fun" at work. we had a fastest finger contest. sms lah. singaporeans sure win one.many other things happened at work lately. kevin quit. i had to take over some of his systems. a new girl is coming in next week. a manager in my dept drowned at the pool. i went for a 3 days course, taught by 2 italians; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/8558468435403333872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=8558468435403333872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/8558468435403333872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/8558468435403333872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/06/eh-write-about-something-lah.html' title='june seh'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uKrPEIwDbaw/RnJiCfAOwSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NCvEdJRpVeY/s72-c/DSC_0336i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-6033024532544617974</id><published>2007-04-25T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:52:24.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love after love</title><summary type='text'>LOVE AFTER LOVEby Derek WalcottThe time will comeWhen, with elationYou will greet yourself arrivingAt your own door, in your own mirror,And each will smile at the other’s welcome.And say, sit here, Eat.You will love again the stranger who was your self.Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heartTo itself, to the stranger who has loved youAll your life, whom you ignoredFor another, who knows you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/6033024532544617974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=6033024532544617974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6033024532544617974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/6033024532544617974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-after-love.html' title='love after love'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-298506333584020184</id><published>2007-04-10T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:50:46.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pump up the jam</title><summary type='text'>Ok I haven't written in months. My fingers fail me.Just got back from a fuckentastic roadtrip with the posse. Waiting for pics from KC's camera to be downloaded and distributed to us. Wll put them up cos, as they say, a picture is worth a million memories.Ok yeah i just realised i've been saying in my previous entries that i'll put pics up but this page is still as bare as a newborn baby's bottom</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/298506333584020184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=298506333584020184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/298506333584020184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/298506333584020184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/04/pump-up-jam.html' title='pump up the jam'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-341044661278233693</id><published>2007-03-13T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T10:58:43.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its not that i dont care</title><summary type='text'>i found somebody newthough you mustn't believe, that means i'm over youi know that in time, we'll figure it out, you'll read my mindand though i'll wait for that day without making a soundi dont want to be the one who's letting you downi just want you to know, the reason behind the rhymelove is not black and whiteyou'd believe that its true, if you saw me tonighti struggle with what is real, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/341044661278233693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=341044661278233693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/341044661278233693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/341044661278233693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-mot-that-i-dont-care.html' title='its not that i dont care'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-7454194295141637317</id><published>2007-02-21T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T15:31:31.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interlude</title><summary type='text'>1 more for the list before i forget!7) jumper - third eye blind"everyone's got to face down the demons.. maybe today, you could put the past away.. "a bit angry, a bit melodramatic, a lot of angst. i remember their performance on the david letterman show very well, the lead singer smashed his guitar on stage at the end. the shocked look on letterman's face was classic. anyway, yeah. ANGRY.what a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/7454194295141637317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=7454194295141637317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7454194295141637317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7454194295141637317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/02/interlude.html' title='interlude'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-41603331862192963</id><published>2007-02-09T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T21:11:47.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuts both ways</title><summary type='text'>q told me he swam 2k earlier in the day and dared me to do the same. so i did.i went to bv pool since the nus pool was still closed, and swam and swam and swam. i usually just swim the most 1k but heck, the leo in me wanted to prove something. went for a pee break at the 1.4km mark and thought of giving up, but 600m more wouldnt kill, and it didnt. happy.i think i'm annoying. i try too hard. till</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/41603331862192963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=41603331862192963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/41603331862192963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/41603331862192963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/02/q-told-me-he-swam-2k-earlier-in-day-and.html' title='cuts both ways'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-7966211642870792896</id><published>2007-02-06T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T11:52:42.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you make the knife feel good</title><summary type='text'>changes.the NUS pool has been closed for about a month now. i was told they were changing the pump or something. so i bumped into one of the lifeguards while walking around holland village a couplea weeks ago and he told me that the running of the NUS pool has been outsourced to a private company once it reopens, and that all the old lifeguardbirds of the pool were given the golden handshake. its</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/7966211642870792896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=7966211642870792896&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7966211642870792896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7966211642870792896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-make-knife-feel-good.html' title='you make the knife feel good'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-4707349301267225587</id><published>2007-01-18T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T20:39:30.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holland v rendezvous</title><summary type='text'>oh, new year's eve pics.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/4707349301267225587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=4707349301267225587&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>this is the book i never readthese are the words i never saidthis is the path i'll never treadthese are the dreams i'll dream insteadthis is the joy that's seldom spreadthese are the tears...the tears we shedthis is the fear, this is the dread, these are the contents of my headand these are the years that we have spentand this is what they representand this is how i feelDO YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL?'</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/7814963078566300374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=7814963078566300374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7814963078566300374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7814963078566300374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-this-is-what-they-represent.html' title='and this is what they represent'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-4137469917726627626</id><published>2006-12-27T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:13:24.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, i forgot again</title><summary type='text'>- Mr Voo is now a proud father of a healthy baby girl, Alethea Voo Sze Leng. If I remember correctly, daddy told me that the name means Truth in Greek. Let the truth be known then! Happy for you, Voo. Please name your next offspring Deja. :)- I was introduced/got to know/met with a bunch of new people. Some I met one-on-one, some of them were disasters, some I thank my lucky stars that they came </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/4137469917726627626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=4137469917726627626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/4137469917726627626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/4137469917726627626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-i-forgot-again.html' title='ok, i forgot again'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-7153663919031988876</id><published>2006-12-19T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T09:01:33.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, i forgot</title><summary type='text'>I havent written in ages. Time for bullet points.- I ran at 2 more events, the 2nd Link Bridge Run (12 Nov) and the Standard Chartered Marathon (3 Dec). 10km and 21km respectively. First time running a half-marathon, I clocked 2hrs29mins. Wasnt as bad as I expected. But next yr, next year.. I will most definitely try the full marathon, god willing.- I moved house. Still in Pasir Ris though. From </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/7153663919031988876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=7153663919031988876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7153663919031988876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/7153663919031988876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-havent-written-in-ages.html' title='ok, i forgot'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-116174875696386752</id><published>2006-10-25T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:59:16.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bike stories part deux</title><summary type='text'>From: Mohamad Zulkifli Bin YahyaSent: Friday, October 20, 2006 10:25 AMTo: xxxCc: xxx; xxxSubject: Damage to motorcycle due to fallen branchesDear Mr xxx,I am the owner of motorcycle FX2212U. I am currently a Systems Analyst with ITU, Medicine, and my office is situated at MD11, Clinical Research Centre. I park my motorcyle at Car Park 9, at the motorcycle lots in front of block MD9, where there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/116174875696386752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=116174875696386752&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/116174875696386752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/116174875696386752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/10/bike-stories-part-deux.html' title='bike stories part deux'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-116123080829687904</id><published>2006-10-19T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:15:20.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bike stories</title><summary type='text'> The past 2 nights were spent dolling up the Varadero. It was way overdue anyway, when I got the bike back, there were holes on the seat, most of the lights were faulty, the engine didnt run smoothly and it was covered in dust, oil and grime.On Monday, after breaking fast with Beng at Subway NUS and sending him home, I went to the Hyper Bike Werkz LLP shop along Jalan Besar. Had the engine oil </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/116123080829687904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=116123080829687904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/116123080829687904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/116123080829687904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/10/bike-stories_19.html' title='bike stories'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-116098890593700714</id><published>2006-10-16T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:01:30.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i tried</title><summary type='text'>i tried.from the very first day i made the decision.i asked, would u still go out with me once in a while? no reply.i asked again a few days later, "see how" was your answer.i thought about it every single morning, to sms or not to sms. it weighed heavily on my mind, but from your replies, and from counsel, i decided to give it some time.i thought about the previous times, about how it was still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/116098890593700714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=116098890593700714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/116098890593700714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/116098890593700714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-tried.html' title='i tried'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-116032377542902722</id><published>2006-10-08T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:09:35.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it goes...</title><summary type='text'>in every heart there is a rooma sanctuary safe and strongto heal the wounds from lovers pastuntil a new one comes alongi spoke to you in cautious tonesyou answered me with no pretenseand still i feel i said too muchmy silence is my self defenseand every time i've held a roseit seems i only felt the thornsand so it goes, and so it goesand so will you soon i supposebut if my silence made you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/116032377542902722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=116032377542902722&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/116032377542902722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/116032377542902722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-so-it-goes.html' title='and so it goes...'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-115924428028808048</id><published>2006-09-26T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T13:01:56.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>varadero's back and my idol journey continues</title><summary type='text'>I wish there was a blogbot that takes in values like dates, events, names and feelings, and then automatically generate a blog entry, according to a chosen template. My fingers are tired. Well, my whole body is tired.Sheryl Crow sings for me everyday.Mcdonalds birthday party is fun! In all my 33 yrs I've only attended one before, when I was a wee lad at the Shenton Way branch (its no longer there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/115924428028808048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=115924428028808048&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115924428028808048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115924428028808048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/09/varaderos-back-and-my-idol-journey.html' title='varadero&apos;s back and my idol journey continues'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-115768740356012421</id><published>2006-09-08T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T14:55:03.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad dog kelebra</title><summary type='text'>ok ok i'm back from Vietnam... hehelets see... the gallery is up, the link is up there. I signed up with Fotki and I thought it was free, only after a month I got an email from them saying that the trial is over, but whatever that was uploaded during the trial period remains, and unless i suscribe at US30 per year, future uploads are limited to 50Mb (which i've exceeded). Man if I've known, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/115768740356012421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=115768740356012421&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115768740356012421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115768740356012421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/09/bad-dog-kelebra.html' title='bad dog kelebra'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-115538510035656716</id><published>2006-08-12T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:40:10.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a vietnam vet, yes i am</title><summary type='text'>Second day here in Ho Chi Minh City. The entire day was spent at the Mekong Delta, the journey there started off at 7am with a coach from the city, then transferring to a 40seater boat to cross the Mekong River (bringing us to Phoenix, Tortoise, Unicorn and Dragon islands, the 4 sacred animals of Vietnam), next to a 10-seater motorized bumboat that brought us to the canals and finally to a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/115538510035656716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=115538510035656716&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115538510035656716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115538510035656716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-vietnam-vet-yes-i-am.html' title='i&apos;m a vietnam vet, yes i am'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-115518239755868008</id><published>2006-08-10T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T12:03:20.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shades of mediocrity</title><summary type='text'>I turned 33 two days ago on 8/8.It was a pleasant surprise to receive this sms from pàdawan at 10am on my birthday:"= ) you noe what? In my dream this AM, i happen to take 33, give it a line across, flip one 3 to the other, and finally duplicate it to form 8/8."Thats it.. 33.. join one 3 to another mirrored 3, and u get an 8. A standing infinity. I've come full circle. The lost years from 30-33 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/115518239755868008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=115518239755868008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115518239755868008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115518239755868008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/08/shades-of-mediocrity.html' title='shades of mediocrity'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-115486364827773524</id><published>2006-08-06T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:57:50.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come take a walk with me</title><summary type='text'>2nd day here in Bandar Bersejarah Malacca. I got my fix, ate assam fish-head and chicken rice ball for lunch. Also bought what my mom wanted - belacan, gula melaka and coffee powder. Oh! and 2 BUM bermudas at 50% off. I'm a happy duck!Speaking of duck, caught the midnight screening of the movie "Click" last nite at Mahkota Parade. For an Adam Sandler movie, this one had a message - its about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/115486364827773524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=115486364827773524&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115486364827773524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115486364827773524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/08/come-take-walk-with-me.html' title='come take a walk with me'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-115477112125577301</id><published>2006-08-05T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T14:36:51.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i walk alone, i walk alone</title><summary type='text'>I'm in an internet cafe somewhere along the streets of Malacca. Just had lunch; chicken rice, fishball noodle and tahu in oyster sauce. I've got time to spare till 8pm, so I walked and walked alone and .. ended up here. There's a sign that says "Dilarang melayari laman web yang berunsur sex" pasted on the wall of this cafe and its bothering me. I'm looking away..Anyway, I felt a sudden pang of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/115477112125577301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=115477112125577301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115477112125577301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115477112125577301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-walk-alone-i-walk-alone.html' title='i walk alone, i walk alone'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-115417364434819106</id><published>2006-07-29T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:26:04.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the scorpion and the frog</title><summary type='text'>I have told the following story to many people, including the person that really mattered to me for 3 years of my life. We all have a certain inherent nature within us, shaped by many years of values, morals and experiences, especially those that happen during our formative years. Once the nature is formed, it can hardly be changed. It can be surpressed, hidden beneath many layers, but given the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/115417364434819106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=115417364434819106&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115417364434819106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115417364434819106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/07/scorpion-and-frog.html' title='the scorpion and the frog'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-115284981428912017</id><published>2006-07-14T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T10:59:25.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i clench my fists and close my eyes</title><summary type='text'>So I saw pics of both of you, hugging and faces touching each other. Nice. How quickly you move on. But I shouldnt be surprised. I shouldnt get angry either. I mean, I remembered writing in my old blog, some points/rules I learnt when you left me 6mths ago, and after that I broke each and every one of those rules by accepting you into my life again when you come crying back. And now its happening</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/115284981428912017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=115284981428912017&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115284981428912017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115284981428912017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-clench-my-fists-and-close-my-eyes.html' title='i clench my fists and close my eyes'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-115025730667871022</id><published>2006-06-14T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T12:11:40.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>m18 post</title><summary type='text'>Ho Ho I'm sad boo hoo but wtf something's wrong with me so sunny happy days are here again! Focus in, focus out, zoom away, fly high, look down, be amazed, realise the stupidity. Family, friends, work. Places to go!!!!! I dream of californication. Stadium arcadium here I come and mellon collie of the infinte sadness has been replaced with the serpent that rises in the East. BE the BITCH. I've got</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/115025730667871022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=115025730667871022&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115025730667871022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/115025730667871022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/06/m18-post.html' title='m18 post'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-114982312894955588</id><published>2006-06-09T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T12:04:47.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turtle and rabbit</title><summary type='text'>Hey check these out.. Classic ah! I went to Dover to get breakfast a few days ago and saw the playground.. it was like omfg whoa flashback to the 80s! Felt like taking off my shoes and hopping on to that.. that.. whats that structure anyway? The first pic.. But i remember being able to get up thru that hole on top and lifting myself up to the "roof" for the first time.. felt like I was on top of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/114982312894955588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=114982312894955588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/114982312894955588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/114982312894955588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/06/turtle-and-rabbit.html' title='turtle and rabbit'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-114898510414933671</id><published>2006-05-30T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:49:54.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never again</title><summary type='text'>I cant seem to pen down my thoughts... Maybe there are too many things going on at the same time that I dont know how deal with them, all squeezed and jumbled up screaming for attention from pieces of loosely connected and overworked brain matter in my head. Sometimes I can feel the pulses throbbing right smack in between my eyes late at night, familiar and tolerated.my yesterdays are all boxed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/114898510414933671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=114898510414933671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/114898510414933671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/114898510414933671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/05/never-again.html' title='never again'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-114862568992357262</id><published>2006-05-26T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T09:58:40.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, baby, baby</title><summary type='text'>Sarah turned 4 months old yesterday, 25th May. I cant resist... but to put up her latest pics.. Heh..Here's looking at you, babe.  HUGS :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/114862568992357262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=114862568992357262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/114862568992357262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/114862568992357262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/05/baby-baby-baby.html' title='baby, baby, baby'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g290/zullybucket/sarah/th_DSC00496i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-114844691204148349</id><published>2006-05-24T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T17:13:54.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back on track</title><summary type='text'>I cant make up my mind on where to "park" my blog entries. Xanga's ok but I still dont like the fact that membership is required in order to make comments. So, back to blogspot.Anyway, its May. I left M and started work at NUS 3 days ago. The process of getting hired here was daunting, I submitted my application in December 05 and after 5 months of interviews, phonecalls, anxiety attacks and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/114844691204148349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=114844691204148349&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/114844691204148349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/114844691204148349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-on-track.html' title='back on track'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-114481429571172610</id><published>2006-04-12T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T16:13:02.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here, there, everywhere</title><summary type='text'>ok august-eight.com is gone... I do not have the funds to sustain it :)Probably it'll be back in the near future ya. I've saved all my entries (from 2004 to 2006, wow) though, so nothing is lost.In the meantime, I'm grateful to blogspot for not deleting all my entries back in 2003, even after I abandoned it for almost 3 years. Good memories...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/114481429571172610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=114481429571172610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/114481429571172610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/114481429571172610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-there-everywhere.html' title='here, there, everywhere'/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-92934463</id><published>2003-04-20T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T00:59:03.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've moved this blog to my new website. It's still in draft mode guys, so, no complaints, OK :pClick on the above link to take a look.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/92934463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=92934463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/92934463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/92934463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-92725093</id><published>2003-04-17T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T00:48:07.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is funny actually, I got stung by a bee while running at Macritchie today. We ran in a big group, Yee Seng, Poh Yee, Shih Wee, Bang Lit, Jeannete and me. We ran the 8km route, made a U-turn at SICC and headed back to the carpark. It was already late and dark then, about 715pm, and I left the whole group behind cos I was trying to catch up with an angmoh guy who overtook me. Just as I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/92725093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=92725093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/92725093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/92725093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2003/04/this-is-funny-actually-i-got-stung-by.html' title=''/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-92493030</id><published>2003-04-13T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T13:10:21.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We live in interesting times.Somebody from the Finance Dept at work has been diagnosed with SARS. He got it from the MediaCorp staff who is his sis-in-law I think. He is now warded at TTSH and what worries me is that he went back to work last Saturday (my working day) and caught a high fever on Monday before being admitted on Tuesday. So there IS a possibility that the deadly virus is still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/92493030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=92493030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/92493030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/92493030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2003/04/we-live-in-interesting-times.html' title=''/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-92293755</id><published>2003-04-09T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T00:34:28.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was Poh Yee's birthday on Tuesday! And what did she do to celebrate it? She went running with us, of course. It rained the whole day and I really didnt know it was her birthday until I went over to her cubicle to ask her whether she still wanna go running, when I noticed a birthday card and a gift on her table. I asked "Today your birthday ah?". She replied "Yah lah, bo sim ah you." Hahahah </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/92293755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=92293755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/92293755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/92293755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2003/04/it-was-poh-yees-birthday-on-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-92093270</id><published>2003-04-07T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T00:47:46.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chee Koon turned 29 on Saturday. The gang went out on Friday, minus Su Yian and Sofian who had to work till late. Over dinner at Millenia Spageddies we chatted away about our work and life. Get this, Chee Koon tendered his resignation that morning! Mervin quit his job the day before, and I know Daniel is definitely not happy at work. I am waiting for the confirmation letter to leave HDB. Isnt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/92093270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=92093270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/92093270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/92093270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2003/04/chee-koon-turned-29-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-92020900</id><published>2003-04-05T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T11:39:56.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those runners out there who frequent Macritchie and who always run the normal 5.4km route, my advise to all of you is, if you havent discovered it, GO THE OTHER WAY. Poh Yee, Sean and me went on Thursday and she insisted we take the other longer route, it start off at the toilet area but instead of going towards Lornie Road, you turn the other way round and start running towards the pump </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/92020900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=92020900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/92020900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/92020900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2003/04/for-those-runners-out-there-who.html' title=''/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-91848028</id><published>2003-04-02T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T23:40:27.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somebody saaaaaave meeeeeee...I'm watching Smallville on TV now. I think Lana has developed her own superpower, she just saw a "vision" that Chloe is in big trouble, ala Phoebe in Charmed. The show's getting ridiculous, Lex shows up at Clark's house and his mom invite him in. Lex and Clark were friends before they became enemies! But of course!Nothing worthy to write happened past 3 nights. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/91848028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=91848028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/91848028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/91848028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2003/04/somebody-saaaaaave-meeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083465.post-91777470</id><published>2003-04-01T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T09:28:05.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Allow me, if you will, to complete my KL chronicle. I hate leaving my stories hanging in the air, so here goes...SaturdayI met Chee Koon and Su Yian at Sungei Wang Plaza at 1pm, at first it felt kinda awkward, he was holding her hand for almost the entire time. But soon it was ok, I felt comfortable going out with these 2 lovebirds and they were certainly nice to be around with. We got out of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/feeds/91777470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083465&amp;postID=91777470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/91777470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083465/posts/default/91777470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zully.blogspot.com/2003/04/allow-me-if-you-will-to-complete-my-kl.html' title=''/><author><name>zul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
