<?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-5753306</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:05:36.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zul - [ insights*]</title><subtitle type='html'>-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-109516627205536214</id><published>2004-09-14T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T13:25:50.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOVED!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/109516627205536214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/109516627205536214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109516627205536214' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-109446347711154076</id><published>2004-09-06T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T17:37:57.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's a little bit funny, this feeling insideim not one of those who can easily hidei dn't have much money but boy if i didi'd buy a big house where we both could liveif i was a sculptor....  but then again,  no.or a man who makes potions in a travelling showi know it's not much but it's the best i can domy gift is my song and this one's for youand you can tell everybody this is your song</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/109446347711154076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/109446347711154076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109446347711154076' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-109431425681874493</id><published>2004-09-04T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T00:10:56.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah, what a day. (:it all went great. firstly, the match.woke up ard 8plus, feeling damn lethargic.oh no, NOT good i told myself.cooked pasta/salad/potatoes and baked beans.showered and went over to javiee's for a little while.tht fattie who was supposed to be studying ended up playing spiderman with me on his xbox.okay okay, THEN, the match.ermi was a little sluggish i must say. from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/109431425681874493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/109431425681874493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109431425681874493' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-109421788397439623</id><published>2004-09-03T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T21:24:43.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>internet's finally back.through countless reflections, reminiscing the past, random thoughts abt various issues i thought i'd found all the necessary ingredients for a good blogging session. but unfortunately, it's not to be. it's as if, whatever experiences i had during the past 5 days at Ubin was meant to stay there. my mind feels worryingly numb, like a void. nothingness.argh.it feels </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/109421788397439623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/109421788397439623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109421788397439623' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-109068863629106175</id><published>2004-07-25T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T01:03:56.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tdy was simply amazing.  a gathering of kindred spirits was jst fantastic, lah. john tommy and jason, thank you. our hard work for months paid off. i thought our canon was jst great. lotsa people came down, practically the whole world. heh. most importantly  zumani jovi and shu and jan came down. oh yes and clara mel denise and evelyn too. i appreciate it. (:  was soo nervous, i tell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/109068863629106175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/109068863629106175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109068863629106175' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-109063266050352733</id><published>2004-07-24T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T09:31:00.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/109063266050352733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/109063266050352733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109063266050352733' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-109041629254098192</id><published>2004-07-21T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T21:24:52.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the darkest, smallest space in the vastness of my memory, you belong there. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/109041629254098192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/109041629254098192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109041629254098192' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-109013577589302063</id><published>2004-07-18T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T15:29:35.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been a stupid day.   anw. we beat bedok kings 31-5 ytd. it was a great match, memorable too. cus it was my first club match. we played at sentosa.. yes, sentosa. like you, i nvr knew there was a pitch there. apparently there was, in front of sijori resort.   but it was comically infuriating. the pitch was almost SQUARE. and there was more mud/sand than sand.  the forwards </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/109013577589302063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/109013577589302063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109013577589302063' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108962602368927641</id><published>2004-07-12T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T22:55:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've nvr felt more burdened.with this excruciating headache, two mountain-loads of problems.the temptation to call it quits has nvr been greater.havent updated since i left for taman.it was then, tht normalcy left me.it was then, tht everything started.the plague, i wld call it.only God knows.i guess this is a test, The Test.heh. shrugs-wht have i done?have i sinned so much?maybe, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108962602368927641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108962602368927641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108962602368927641' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108661280026071920</id><published>2004-06-07T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T20:53:20.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello.mm. trained tdy.it was a li'l exasperating though,cus the c div backs simply cldnt grasp the drills.the fundamentals werent there.eg, too many dropped balls, passing, their running lines etc.ohwells.went to my grandmummy's place for dinner.she cooked chilli prawns.the best in this world.had second helpings to it.aahh.ohwell, im gg for the taman negara field trip tmr.hope </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108661280026071920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108661280026071920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108661280026071920' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108627971523270424</id><published>2004-06-04T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T00:21:55.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i jst got back frm trng.dang, i shd've gone for last tuesday's session, cus it seems as if i've missed out on alot.nevertheless.it was good.i enjoyed it.erh.azkaban was.. decent i wld say.i dn't knw why, but somehow i cldnt immerse myself into the movie.erm.there wasnt any great impact?like, my mind was elsewhere.grrh.i think i've gotta watch it again.cuaron did okay, jst tht i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108627971523270424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108627971523270424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108627971523270424' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108615231328241378</id><published>2004-06-02T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T12:58:33.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have jst finised one of the most heart-warming books tht i've ever read.the wedding, by nicholas sparks.of all the books frm him, i think this one has evoked the deepest of emotions in me.really.it's tht sorta book which tears you, which leaves you with goosebumps. (:it's so good.the ending was surprising. ohwells.i knw it's been quite awhile since i've last wrote.but somehow, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108615231328241378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108615231328241378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108615231328241378' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108505970740678805</id><published>2004-05-20T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T22:51:16.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is in each of us, no matter how humble, a capacity for love. Even if our lives have not taken the course we had envisioned, even if we are less than the shape of our dreams, we are part of the human family. Somewhere, in the most inconsequential corners of our lives, is the opportunity for love.If I am blind, I can run my hand across the back of a shell and celebrate beauty. If I have no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108505970740678805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108505970740678805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108505970740678805' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108505529863106863</id><published>2004-05-20T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T20:59:16.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>anw.tdy was completely unproductive.it was so boring.and hot!mygoodness.woke up normal sch time.i hadta go to sch jst to pass kiefli the consent form for the geog fieldtrip.cycled to sch, thru chancery lane.then yerh.i went to javier's placewas sleeping, ofcourse.and the tv was on, blaring mtv.i played maxpayne2.but have not completed it yet. halfway thru.javier's gonna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108505529863106863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108505529863106863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108505529863106863' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108497711068969774</id><published>2004-05-19T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T22:33:29.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally the mids has ended.been wanting this to happen for a long time.i can start anew academically, now.whoosh.anw.i had lit tdy.it was.as i told everybody-catastrophic. :|i didnt do one qn.worth 25marks! sheesh.the poem was very thought-provoking, although albeit difficult to answer.i opted for that one, nevertheless.cus i felt marks aint everything, and it being so nice,i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108497711068969774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108497711068969774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108497711068969774' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108478546065068145</id><published>2004-05-17T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T17:17:40.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>but then the passion flares again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108478546065068145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108478546065068145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108478546065068145' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108470407578454839</id><published>2004-05-16T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T21:18:42.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally got down to some serious cardio.haa.ran 6km.macritchie plus round the estate.then did abit of weights.upper body.im hungry now.been eating a hell lot these days.ohwells.mun*   - thankyou for this morning's conver. it made my day.yusof* - helloyou. thankyou for everything. (: for all the times that class was a complete bore, you were there.ash*   - have no idea how it'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108470407578454839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108470407578454839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108470407578454839' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108468575280335394</id><published>2004-05-16T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T13:35:52.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how will I start,tmr without you here?who's heart will guide mewhen all the answers disappear?is it too late?are you too far gone to come back?i thought this one's forevershould never have to go awaywhat will I doim only half without youif only tears cld bring you back to meif only love could find a waywhat I would do, what I would give?if you returned to me somedaysomehow, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108468575280335394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108468575280335394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108468575280335394' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108458302644560203</id><published>2004-05-15T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T09:04:16.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so yesterday-phy/chem then amath ytd.mrsj told me some stuff which was extremely unpleasant.shrugs*i knw everything is jst gg downhill.waited for marknigel aft papers.went down to town.went over to pacplazato meet Dr. Tan.she has a 7200.it's beauuuutiful. iwant.and the camera's quite okay,ling said it was bad.thennn.i sorta kept the rest waiting.hurried over to starbucks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108458302644560203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108458302644560203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108458302644560203' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108445121248195619</id><published>2004-05-13T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T20:26:52.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>who am i to judge you,in wht you say or do?emath tdy.was okaaay i guess.can pass.paper ended ard 1230.ash's ended at 2.had lunch and revised chem whilst waiting.went home with him. slacked till 430went down.weights till 6.talked.went home. phy/chem tmr.amath too.resigned my fate.gna fail amath.ohwells.i hope may14th wld be a good day.and i hafta close my eyes and hide</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108445121248195619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108445121248195619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108445121248195619' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108437125148135817</id><published>2004-05-12T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T00:01:30.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can you forgive me?In a world that I seldom understand, there are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them to. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan one's cheek. But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore. You are the wind that I did not anticipate, the wind that has gusted more strongly than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108437125148135817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108437125148135817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108437125148135817' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108428095751443938</id><published>2004-05-11T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T21:09:17.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had lltc briefing aft sch.bleh.in a shitty group, with a shitty facilitator.but ohwells. tolerance.well at least john loh's in my grp. a gd consolation.thennn.went over to mark's place with nigelvish joined us. and we studied till abt 8.lotsa food.ohwells.yes that's abt it.ss tmr.love.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108428095751443938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108428095751443938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108428095751443938' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108426859126779380</id><published>2004-05-11T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T17:43:11.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tell me that this is jst a dream.that this is all some horrible misunderstanding...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108426859126779380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108426859126779380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108426859126779380' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108411352360671173</id><published>2004-05-09T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T22:42:35.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>weekend.sat-woke up early.showered, met mark then headed to ps.starbucks, kfc cherry panadols?anw. met nigel and vish at bk.making cranes for her principal.sent her off, and we headed to changiairport to study.settled down at bk.was there for a good 4-5 hrs.did math and ss.abit larh.walked ard, stared at the planes landing at viewing mall.vish joined us after the fservice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108411352360671173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108411352360671173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108411352360671173' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108349745009304003</id><published>2004-05-02T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T21:18:58.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it hasnt exactly been the best of weekends.sighhs.mark and jon slept over last night.studied a little, then we had loadsa fun.we talked and crapped ard blabla.made spaghetti for mark at 0300 cus he was hungry.it was nice right, mark dear. dn't you deny it. heh. (:then i set up my telescope to have a look at the mooon.it's been ages since i did that.nice. (:thanks guys. i love you all,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108349745009304003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108349745009304003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108349745009304003' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108341882128952875</id><published>2004-05-01T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T21:43:29.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and sometimes when we touch the honesty's too much and i hafta close my eyes and hide i wna hold you till i die, till we both break down and cry i wna hold you till the fear in me subsides.i found it. (: sometimes when we touch- dan hill.whoo. loveyou-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108341882128952875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108341882128952875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108341882128952875' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108341188719214875</id><published>2004-05-01T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T19:47:54.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woke up ard 10 this morn.showered and trained down to yusof's hse.our aim was to complete the amath midyr '02 and our geo properties of circles wksht.i think we ended up doing only a tenth of it?heh hehh.but it was fun i guess.we talked and stuff. then played one-on-one touch.haha funny. all abt speeeeed.he won 8-4 in the end. haaa.ohyes.stupidyusof'sblockisinfestedwithROACHES.in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108341188719214875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108341188719214875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108341188719214875' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108333243357231485</id><published>2004-04-30T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T21:44:21.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watched jersey girl today.it wasnt too bad.average performances by affleck and lopez.i thought raquel castro was so adorable.she can act. (she was the 7yr-old daughter of ollie)ohwells.from starts larh kay.school-boorrriiing.so drama, after recess.halfway through physics mrschen lost her temper.cus a handphone rang, and half the class were basically blabbering away larh.buncha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108333243357231485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108333243357231485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108333243357231485' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108323188710139371</id><published>2004-04-29T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T17:47:52.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was amazing how i did not even feel a tad sleepy in school todayeven though i slept so late.last night was.. good. somehow. (:collin raye's love me played on power98 and then on class95.and it was played twice during simon's love songs.actually simon plays the same songs over and over again everynight.had double math. but it wasnt taxing cus there was photo taking, and mrlow hadta go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108323188710139371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108323188710139371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108323188710139371' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108314676409838341</id><published>2004-04-28T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T18:09:09.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello. (:i had napfa today. did 5 stations AND 2.4km.bleh. wasnt a gd run, wasnt feeling good.ohwells.myprincess* had her english exam today.after that she took a bus down to sji and waited for me. (:went to heeren in search of hairbands.then went over to cine. had bbq bacon at bk.then we took a train down to bugis to get cloth for her sports day. banners.but but but. we cldnt find</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108314676409838341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108314676409838341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108314676409838341' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108306651610378842</id><published>2004-04-27T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T19:51:39.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>goodbye yellow brick road.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108306651610378842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108306651610378842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108306651610378842' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108297184061352860</id><published>2004-04-26T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T17:33:43.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanks clarissa, for helping with the comments box thing. (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108297184061352860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108297184061352860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108297184061352860' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108290567220120609</id><published>2004-04-25T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T23:10:54.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SJI- mly debate champions.was down at sultan mosque in support of sji.mly debate finals, against RI.with afie.yupps it was super cool.i thought both of em did great, dismas was exceptional and outstanding thou.i thought that won it for us. yeahh.well. good day today.im glad you liked it. (:headed town to my uncle's restaurant at east coast aft that.jst got back. super tired.okay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108290567220120609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108290567220120609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108290567220120609' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108280701919421937</id><published>2004-04-24T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T20:18:52.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>L is for the way you look at meO is for the only one I seeV is very, very extraordinaryE is even more than anyone that you adore andLove is all that I can give to youLove is more than just a game for twoTwo in love can make itTake my heart and please don't break itLove was made for me and youilu! =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108280701919421937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108280701919421937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108280701919421937' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108272367457108252</id><published>2004-04-23T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T20:37:34.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every time I look at you, I see something newThat takes me higher than before and makes me want you moreI don't wanna sleep tonight, dreamin's just a waste of timeWhen I look at what my life's been comin' toI'm all about lovin' you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108272367457108252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108272367457108252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108272367457108252' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108272320609602895</id><published>2004-04-23T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T20:29:45.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jst got back from town.cabbed down to town cus it was raining SO heavily. ohgosh.visibility for the cabbie was practically zero.was like rushing him to hurry.met afie outside starbucks far east.then we took a bus down to heeren, went cine to meet yusof and mun at bk.saw clara charlotte and mel there.sat and talked for awhile then went up to pasta for lunch.mmmm.shared creamy chicken </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108272320609602895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108272320609602895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108272320609602895' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108269412483845650</id><published>2004-04-23T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T12:25:04.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am at mark's house after sport's day to shower.then to town i hope..got 3rd for 100m..and 311 broke the 4x100 recordshaved off two seconds! -grins*everything went great, with the passing of the baton slick and perfect.ahh.but ohwells.where're you princess? :(sigh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108269412483845650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108269412483845650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108269412483845650' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108263530908267397</id><published>2004-04-22T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T20:04:48.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sports day tmr!100m 4x100m 4x400.gonna break record for 4x100.i hope.ohwells.update?tuesday-oohyes.i had marchpast rehearsal for tmr.then rushed down to town with yusof. mun was waiting for him at the bustop. sweet.she waited for me outside heeren.sorry i made you wait, dear. yupps. ermm we went to heeren, was searching for some kinda friendship band for ifd.then to cine. haha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108263530908267397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108263530908267397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108263530908267397' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108237757737918508</id><published>2004-04-19T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T20:29:13.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was such a blah day.i mean, okay school was fine i guess.except second last period i was nodding off abit during jeremy liew's elective class.had math remedial aft sch.amy chua is SO boring.did functions. accompanied yusof to queensway to get his sister's specs.then took a bus down to queenstown then trained to jurongeast then down to bishan.he sent me till yishun. thank you. (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108237757737918508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108237757737918508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108237757737918508' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108230320818567227</id><published>2004-04-18T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T23:49:42.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>argh.school's starting in a few hrs' time.imissyou, princess. ):</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108230320818567227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108230320818567227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108230320818567227' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108186332718511394</id><published>2004-04-13T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T21:38:19.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's the best feeling in the world. (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108186332718511394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108186332718511394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108186332718511394' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108175936780491680</id><published>2004-04-12T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T16:45:36.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>only had 2 hours of sleep last night.but ohwell, for a good cause. smiles.slept at 5, woke up at 730 and went to sch.cabbed down, kinda regretted now. cus im 5bucks short for tmr.haa. anyway was Guard of Honour for today's Founder's Day.it was.. alright i guess? bored.but yeahhh was looking forward to the relays!i ran 4x200, with keith jon and joel.were third, i was 2nd runner? yeahh. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108175936780491680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108175936780491680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108175936780491680' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108160563093066077</id><published>2004-04-10T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T22:03:18.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ilu.  (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108160563093066077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108160563093066077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108160563093066077' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108152084759930619</id><published>2004-04-09T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T22:38:16.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>`you make me smile. (:today has been fun fun funn! (:met up with yusof,  mun and afie. (:went for lunch at pastamania scotts.yummm*i had marinara as usual.afie cldnt finish her creamy chicken, so i helped her to it. hahs.then we simply walked ard aimlessly..finally settled at forum.went to toys'r'us.spent quite awhile playing with those hula hoops?haha yehh.thennn. went down to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108152084759930619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108152084759930619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108152084759930619' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108142649324195917</id><published>2004-04-08T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T20:17:38.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no me ameswhat a week! (:it's been very evently.i'll start of with the RI match.we BEAT them.those arrogant sonofabitches.oh they're a buncha sour grapes too.we beat them 10-5.it was pretty close, but they never really posed a threat to our defense.it was one of the most satisfying match that i've played, particularly because i tackled. (:i think i've sorta become notorious for not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108142649324195917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108142649324195917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108142649324195917' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108104938202681348</id><published>2004-04-04T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T11:32:22.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally found someone, who knocks me off my feetI finally found the one who makes me feel completeIt started over coffee, we started out as friendst's funny how from simple things; the best things beginThis time is differentIt's all because of youIt's better than it's ever beenCuz we can talk it throughMy favorite line was "Can I call you sometime?It's all you had to sayTo take my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108104938202681348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108104938202681348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108104938202681348' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108082282582941793</id><published>2004-04-01T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T20:36:23.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>didnt really had a good slp last night?was on the phone with different friends..from 9pm onwards till ard 1am?yehh. hmm, wells. so today's the first of april.sch was full of tricks and all..but i guess somehow april fool's day's insignificant?today WOULD have been our one yr?it ASTOUNDS me at howw it's passed by.we've been through a hell lot together..that means smth to me..regardless</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108082282582941793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108082282582941793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108082282582941793' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-108082214844404097</id><published>2004-04-01T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T20:25:07.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>played ac i ytd in the semis.lost to em by ard 41-3 i think..yep, so it's RI again this monday.i cn't wait!tues and thurs had heats.4x100m jst noww.we missed the record by a miserly one second! y'all shd've seen yusof. like wowwwwwwww.heh. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108082214844404097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/108082214844404097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108082214844404097' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107979223945574164</id><published>2004-03-20T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T22:19:45.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to those who tagged, im sorry if my entry touched a raw nerve.it was written in jest, and there wasnt any malice involved, yeah?to e rest of e worldmy com's been down for the past wk or two, which explains why it's been quite awhile since i updated.life's been pretty bumpy with lotsa ups and downs as usual.but what's been memorable is the scc 7s that took place last wkend.it's been a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107979223945574164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107979223945574164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107979223945574164' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107866735959194049</id><published>2004-03-07T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T21:51:32.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to youim so sorry i forgot you were gonna leave today.wel, at least i saw you before you left. =)im gonna miss you so sooo much.cn't wait for you to get back..happy birthday, nigel. you rock my socks.totally.. you're a God-sent, along with mark.us, pour toujours. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107866735959194049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107866735959194049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107866735959194049' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107823264087365734</id><published>2004-03-02T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T21:06:08.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SJI triumph over determined Barker boys.With a severely-depleted side, St Joseph's Institution had to battle hard and were made to huff and puff before finally achieving an 8-3 victory over the Barker boys. The Barker boys' determination were made for all to see right from the kickoff, when they won a scrum in our 10-metre line due to a knock on by the Josephian giant prop, Solik.  The ball was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107823264087365734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107823264087365734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107823264087365734' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107805963987494136</id><published>2004-02-29T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T21:02:46.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what a way to start the wk.why did i even hafta ask you to tell me?im hurt, really.for the first time, im feeling hurt.and really, i didnt expect it coming from you, dear.why did i hafta read your blog? that particular entry?sheesh.that's another one to my problems.sigh. i dn't know what to do, really.im so emotionally drained.that pillar of strength and solidarity's simply a thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107805963987494136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107805963987494136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107805963987494136' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107788726413667173</id><published>2004-02-27T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T21:09:48.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>havent had any inspiration to write.sigh.that pretty much sums it up, huh?since the last update, things somehow went on a downward spiral.blow after blow of bad news. what the hell.we beat junyuan soundly.. less mistakes.followed up with unity the following tuesday..they were the hardest to beat of all the 3 neighbourhood schools. their backs brought us down.they were competent. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107788726413667173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107788726413667173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107788726413667173' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107658700191161572</id><published>2004-02-12T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T19:58:30.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heys.the medication's making me feel real lethargic and nauseous.sheesh.wonder how im gonna make it for tmr's match against junyuan.heard they're kinda formidable and all.ohwells..update!firstly, the match against jurong.we beat em 24-0.scored the opening try, joel followed up with two and shaun converted the resulting conversions and scored a coupla penalties.but it's far from our</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107658700191161572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107658700191161572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107658700191161572' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107633217901128439</id><published>2004-02-09T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T21:11:24.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jurong tmr.we'll kill them.SJI.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107633217901128439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107633217901128439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107633217901128439' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107563888850380721</id><published>2004-02-01T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T20:41:29.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a biiiiiggggg helllooooo to the world`hmm yeah it's been quite awhile.it's either i cldnt find the time or i was too tired, so yeah.it's trng and only trng that matters now.it's reaching fever pitch, well to me at least..i cn't wait. season's in a wk..we're playing jurong next tuesday.i'll be hosting a bbq this saturday for the ruggers, as a team-bonding kinda thing.and andy's coming, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107563888850380721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107563888850380721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107563888850380721' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107556728947333605</id><published>2004-02-01T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T00:43:06.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm lying alone with my head on the phoneThinking of you till it hurtsI know you hurt too but what else can we doTormented and torn apartI wish I could carry your smile in my heartFor times when my life feels so lowIt would make me believe what tomorrow could bringWhen today doesn't really know, doesn't really knowI'm all out of love, I'm so lost without youI know you were right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107556728947333605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107556728947333605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107556728947333605' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107554074954401337</id><published>2004-01-31T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T17:20:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and even if the sun refused to shine, even if romance ran outta rhyme.. you would still have my heart until the end of time..cos all i nd is you, my valentine..love.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107554074954401337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107554074954401337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107554074954401337' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-1074867332516023</id><published>2004-01-23T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T22:17:01.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gosh. what the hell's wrong with everything.i didnt even touched my template, and it's gone all awry.somebody's been in my accnt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/1074867332516023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/1074867332516023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#1074867332516023' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107482813611153926</id><published>2004-01-23T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T11:23:44.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oops.i haven't updated in quite awhile.we played sa last monday.lost 5-17.but it was a good match, nonetheless.leaving for town now to watch peter pan.shall see for myself if this pan guy's really good-looking.all the girls' been gushing abt him.. ^_~lovee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107482813611153926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107482813611153926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107482813611153926' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107435091604401457</id><published>2004-01-17T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T22:49:58.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finals.finals.finals.that's all that matters now. our goal. all the physical would be down the drain if it aint achieved.it obviously wont be a stroll in the park.we'll fight for it. with all we have.as one team.as SJI.you left.you disappeared.we drifted.y'know. i thought all was lost. i thought there was nothing that i cld get between us anymore.i jst want you  to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107435091604401457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107435091604401457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107435091604401457' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107425734924948403</id><published>2004-01-16T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T20:50:30.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm. wonder how come the middle two pictures of my blog rn't showing. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107425734924948403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107425734924948403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107425734924948403' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107398947658493182</id><published>2004-01-13T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T18:25:55.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   -       i gave you my love in vainim jst done with doing math. started on e math today..bernard low's doing the two maths alternatively. which i guess is good in a sense.i went to town after school today.met up with jo, d and the rest.hah did our math at yoshi and none of the girls ate.apparently on diet.went home with jo at ard 4..was supposed to meet up for a run or smth, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107398947658493182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107398947658493182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107398947658493182' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107356185087641745</id><published>2004-01-08T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T19:38:44.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey world!it's been quite awhile. since it's still kinda early for homework and im in one of my better moods, i'll write.how're y'all?changed my lay out cos i thought this one looked much neater and all.. i havent quite adapted to all the changes ard me.new class..new teachers..new responsibilities etc etc.thus i've been miserable and all. not really abt school.. but certain matters </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107356185087641745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107356185087641745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107356185087641745' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107322380756404787</id><published>2004-01-04T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T21:44:37.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new yr, new layout! =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107322380756404787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107322380756404787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107322380756404787' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107296793410558471</id><published>2004-01-01T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T22:40:00.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ended it on a bad note.my 3-hr long entry somehow's not publishedi didnt achieve what i set out to do by new yr's eve.and a million other issues i have yet to resolve.doesnt look to good, does it?sighs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107296793410558471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107296793410558471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107296793410558471' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107292615070887984</id><published>2004-01-01T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T11:03:37.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>great. jst great. i wrote a long long entry last night..but it somehow disappeared. sighs. sorry i'll write again when i have the inspiration.zul.happy new once again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107292615070887984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107292615070887984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107292615070887984' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107261221027717988</id><published>2003-12-28T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T19:51:13.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the reason why i havent quite been updating since christmas' pretty obvious.life's been so dull for me. im really dreading school and certain other problems i have are really causing me a big headache. the timing's really great too, huh.. with school commencing in 4 days. i'll be having a prefects' camp tmr. 2 days and 1 night.. i hope it'll be productivesighs. i really shouldnt be like this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107261221027717988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107261221027717988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107261221027717988' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107234339507310776</id><published>2003-12-25T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T17:10:55.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey all.MERRY CHRISTMAS! (:hope you all have a rockin' fantabulous time today!zul.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107234339507310776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107234339507310776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107234339507310776' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107217231585710166</id><published>2003-12-23T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T17:39:33.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay i feel so guilty. i bought all the christmas cards and all only yesterday. and i only remembered that i hadta write at 3. the post man comes at 5. as the result of the procrastination,  the messages are very hurried. and might unfortunately sound insincere. -gulpsim sorry! really. argh. i'll definitely take note.on of my new year resolutions- no more procrastinating!zul.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107217231585710166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107217231585710166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107217231585710166' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107184804744232411</id><published>2003-12-19T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T23:35:01.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i jst realised i havent been blogging at all. save for some incessant chatter.the previous entry served not only as a reminder of the harsh realities of life. i felt.. free, and satisfied. the gamut of emotions within me's finally free.. for now, at least.today's been pretty much a boring day.. i stayed home all day watching movies. let's see, i woke up at 12 this noon, showered and had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107184804744232411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107184804744232411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107184804744232411' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107173259881894643</id><published>2003-12-18T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T23:00:55.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can you forgive me?In a world that I seldom understand, there are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them to. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan one's cheek. But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore. You, my darling, are the wind that I did not anticiapte, the wind that has gusted more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107173259881894643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107173259881894643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107173259881894643' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107089048426697434</id><published>2003-12-08T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T21:35:27.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hellooieeee.yayy sam will be coming over..like finally.. haha when her darling boyfriend's miles away in italy. dn't worry jon, zul will take good care of her.sam* -- have a safe and good flight alrite. looking forward to you coming here. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107089048426697434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107089048426697434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107089048426697434' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107060447481066182</id><published>2003-12-05T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T14:08:35.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello sg.i arrived in bali ard 11.. settled down in the hotel by 12. the rest went for a swim, i've been reading the book i bought at changi airport. bought the wedding, and a bend in the road.. both by nick sparks. yep.. im now waiting for lunch to be served whilst in the internet cafe near my hotel. im staying at hard rock, btw. yep.. alrite..i'll prolly be on again tonight.. tas for now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107060447481066182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107060447481066182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107060447481066182' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107053984270083435</id><published>2003-12-04T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T20:19:56.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- the blue nowhere - a tear slowly trickled down his cheeks. he lay in bed, motionless.. unable to do anything else but think.nothing significant had happened, so what was bothering him? the last three days was a blur. the events that had happened didnt matter..his heart.. was a void of any known emotion. he marvelled at how unsettled his heart was, smth invisible gnawing away at his heart.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107053984270083435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107053984270083435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107053984270083435' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107045536922868812</id><published>2003-12-03T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T19:00:30.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's When I Love You When you have to look awayWhen you don't have much to sayThat's when I love you I love you just that wayTo here you stumble when you speak Or see you walk with two left feetThat's when I love youI love you endlesslyAnd when you're mad cause you lost a game Forget I'm waiting in the rainBaby I love you I love you anywayCause here's my promise made tonightYou</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107045536922868812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107045536922868812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107045536922868812' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107045473985175800</id><published>2003-12-03T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T20:32:58.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feeling slightly better.but it's still there.. feeling insecure.i dn't wna go..sigh..miserable.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107045473985175800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107045473985175800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107045473985175800' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107045470484730202</id><published>2003-12-03T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T20:32:23.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+ Basics +Are you emotional ::hmm yeah, at times. Do songs make you cry? If so, name a few ::i may be moved by a song, but i dn't think to the point of tears. that's when i love you by aslyn.. and ' i love you ' by sarah mclachlan.. What about movies ::nope.. What emotion do you usually feel ::well, it depends. im usually happy.. i guess? + Sadness +What does it take to make you cry your heart </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107045470484730202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107045470484730202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107045470484730202' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107037364236165389</id><published>2003-12-02T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T22:01:20.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello world..sigh. im feeling miserable.first time this wk. bleah. i dn't know what's bothering me. whatever it is, it's gnawing away at my heart, inside out. zul.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107037364236165389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107037364236165389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107037364236165389' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-10702829357910982</id><published>2003-12-01T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T20:49:31.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello world!tush and tushy's feeling tired. no idea whyy.. it's not like we did much at trng today. jst some physical. bleahh. gonnna sleep soon. will be out the whole day tmr, i think. let's see.. i woke up at ard 9plus. showered and got ready.. met ling at lido. we watched duplex. dark comedy, i felt like jumping into the screen and kill that old mrs connelly. urgh. she was so irritating. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/10702829357910982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/10702829357910982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10702829357910982' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-107003205785006574</id><published>2003-11-28T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T23:08:11.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a big hello to the world..i jst woke up, aft shower and dinner i slept till now. feeling much more refreshed now, though thigh and hamstring's feeling abit tight. anw, it's been a great day today. was in town then we played acs barker at sji.. woke up ard 9.. was gonna meet my tushy~ at 11 outside far east. showered got ready and stuff.. and she, as always was late. haha.. but ohwells not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107003205785006574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/107003205785006574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107003205785006574' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-106991539716433262</id><published>2003-11-27T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T14:43:49.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three things that scare me:1:the dark 2:my school at night 3:total absolute silence Three people who make me laugh:1:shaun 2:ling 3:javiee Three Things I love:1:rugby 2:SJI 3:music Three Things I hate:1:backstabbing 2:smokers  3:people who stare.. Three things I don't understand:1:how phone lines work 2:why there's soo much violence in the world 3:why people actually cheat on their partners/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/106991539716433262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/106991539716433262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106991539716433262' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-106982225416564609</id><published>2003-11-26T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T12:51:24.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the piggy gayboy's tired. he slept at 4.. and he has a match later. ohwells, we're playing old boys later. jst got up, gonna read the papers now. and ling's prolly at novena with her sis. i'll add another entry aft the match or smth.. love.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/106982225416564609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/106982225416564609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106982225416564609' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-106977793703060513</id><published>2003-11-26T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T12:47:25.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new template. thanks so much for helping me with it, sweets.. i think the girrl's like really cute.. anw, i hadta to change to blogspot cos pitas was continuously giving me problems, so yeah..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/106977793703060513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/106977793703060513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106977793703060513' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-106740024986068037</id><published>2003-10-29T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T13:52:22.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Do I look all right?" Alicia asked nervously as she gazed at herself in the mirror.             "Sure, you look fine," David said, not even lifting his head from the book he was flipping through. Adam yawned. His Mickey Mouse ears were sitting catty-cornered. He was so tired he didn't notice.             "Thanks a bunch," Alicia muttered. What had she expected? To them, she looked only like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/106740024986068037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/106740024986068037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106740024986068037' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753306.post-106239553006419088</id><published>2003-09-01T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T13:52:09.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey all.guess i'll be experimenting designing a new blog. been getting feedback then the one on easjournal's too dull. well, i guess so. so yeahh. till i find a template which im satisfied with.. i wont be blogging. takecare.zu!iee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/106239553006419088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753306/posts/default/106239553006419088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zulieee.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106239553006419088' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
