<?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-5914399554991075780</id><updated>2011-10-15T13:05:49.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the beaten track</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-129646927439165506</id><published>2010-12-16T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T23:15:46.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XC no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This arrived in the mail a few days ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/TQolc44A90I/AAAAAAAAAtg/zmnHMf4-DgI/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/TQolc44A90I/AAAAAAAAAtg/zmnHMf4-DgI/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551290668921452354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a testament to my change in riding style. I can now say that I'm more of an AM rider rather than a pure XC rider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it might seem a bit drastic or hardcore but hey, my face and the grey matter in my head is worth protecting. Customised the helmet with a couple of stickers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/TQonT2f9WYI/AAAAAAAAAto/wyR7ByJBSxY/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551292712688114050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the very least the helmet doesn't really look out of place on my new bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/TQoqEgWfKdI/AAAAAAAAAtw/cm3BJlYzr3s/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551295747579652562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm slowly gonna upgrade this bike over the course of the year when I start my internship. Hoping for a new fork, crank, brakes and wheelset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-129646927439165506?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/129646927439165506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=129646927439165506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/129646927439165506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/129646927439165506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2010/12/xc-no-more.html' title='XC no more'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/TQolc44A90I/AAAAAAAAAtg/zmnHMf4-DgI/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-2100713428361866964</id><published>2010-11-15T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T13:17:01.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot Rideeeeee</title><content type='html'>Well this week so far hasn't been all that great. Have been to the trails several times and I think it's a relatively nice place. That is until I madea mess out of myself and my bike. Just look;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/TOC85b-DAoI/AAAAAAAAAtM/LnuNMflTviw/s320/DSC_0267.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539635236612276866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/TOC841MiutI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ZQfH2mj3QlA/s320/DSC_0263.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539635226204093138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broken stem, taco'ed wheel. The crash was pretty bad I admit. On the bright side, at least I wasn't that badly injured. I don't think I'll be able to cycle for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-2100713428361866964?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/2100713428361866964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=2100713428361866964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2100713428361866964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2100713428361866964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2010/11/cannot-rideeeeee.html' title='Cannot Rideeeeee'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/TOC85b-DAoI/AAAAAAAAAtM/LnuNMflTviw/s72-c/DSC_0267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-3505727714212894587</id><published>2010-11-06T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:39:26.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rideeee</title><content type='html'>It's been close to a year and finally Tampines Trail has reopened. Really felt as though I found a long lost part of me when I went for a ride there just now. Made some new friends there. I guess all of that's good after everything I've been through. I'd like to think that things are looking up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-3505727714212894587?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/3505727714212894587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=3505727714212894587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/3505727714212894587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/3505727714212894587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-been-close-to-year-and-finally.html' title='Rideeee'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-2343752568767272290</id><published>2010-10-29T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T19:53:23.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate is a strong word</title><content type='html'>It's not often anyone sees me in this state. A total wreck. My sanity has been tested to the point of tears. All however is not lost as tears transformed into a spell of hysterical laughter. This is not how things will end up for me as this is merely the start of my beautiful triumph. I will rise from the ashes and get my blood money. Mark my words, I will be the one to rub dirt in your faces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-2343752568767272290?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/2343752568767272290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=2343752568767272290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2343752568767272290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2343752568767272290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2010/10/hate-is-strong-word.html' title='Hate is a strong word'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-4768201202304534319</id><published>2010-10-28T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:56:00.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Sight</title><content type='html'>What is the price to pay to be your own individual? Why is there such thing as a social norm when certainly everyone is different. What does it take to be an invisible person, someone who others doesn't bother. Is it possible for one to be erased off everyone's minds?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world is a beautiful place but there's always two sides of a coin. There's nothing wrong with living in an imaginary world but one can never survive long doing so. Wouldn't it be great if that imaginary world turns to reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to run. Run away from dastardly world that I'm stuck in. I need to stay far away from this plague of menace that is slowly engulfing me. Call me a coward for wanting to run for all I care. I'm not gonna stay and die a slow painful death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say that the grass is greener on the other side. I'm willing to give that a shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-4768201202304534319?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/4768201202304534319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=4768201202304534319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4768201202304534319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4768201202304534319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2010/10/out-of-sight.html' title='Out of Sight'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-390735385623078063</id><published>2010-10-21T23:57:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T02:00:23.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Lola Run</title><content type='html'>I've totally given up on Tumblr. I don't even recall when was my last post there. That is if I even had any proper posts there in the first place. I never really had a use for Tumblr so it's not a loss but yeah there are some interesting blogs on Tumblr so I guess I might drop in there once in a while to see what's what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to get serious on my training regime. Covered 44km on my bike a couple of days ago. My timing for that wasn't exactly great but if you take into consideration that it was a warm up ride and that I was affected by traffic, it isn't too bad. I basically got trashed by this pak cik (Malay uncle) who cycles and average of 40-50 klicks daily and was telling me about his 120km ride the day before. It amazes me how someone at his age (50) can achieve such things when there are plenty of 18 year olds out there who are put off by the very idea of going out to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I just completed a 4.5km run. I'm really amazed with myself. Out of nowhere I suddenly managed to double my usual distance. Weirdly I felt less tired running 4.5km as compared to running just 2. While I was running, I somehow felt like pushing on and to outdo myself. The feeling was just amazing. It did reminded me about this article on the net about how this guy one day managed to run much more than he usually did and the more he ran, the less tired he became. I guess this is a start for many great things to come for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-390735385623078063?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/390735385623078063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=390735385623078063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/390735385623078063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/390735385623078063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2010/10/run-lola-run.html' title='Run Lola Run'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-3149796490662401971</id><published>2010-10-10T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:47:55.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shady's back, tell a friend</title><content type='html'>It's been 10 months since I last posted anything here. One of the reason why I've suddenly decided to post something here is that I don't think anyone really reads this blog anymore. Basically this blog started off as something private. A place where I can pen down my observation and thought without worrying about people I know judging me. I've come to a realisation that tumblr is basically stupid and twitter is filled with stupid people. I mean how much thought does anyone put in when they churn out a 140 character post complaining about the most insignificant things. And seriously it doesn't take much to take a crappy photo off the net, slap on some irrelevant caption and post it multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the days when people actually bothered to take the time to think and write out something that is really important? Is society really moving that fast to warrant a restriction on how people's thoughts can only be restricted to a mere 140 characters?  It's tragic that majority of posts on such websites have neither quality nor quantity. I'm not saying that my posts here are top notch but at the very least I put in real effort to write all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've perused through old posts in this blog and I've come to realise how much things have changed in just a year. Back then, I was a very simple person with few needs and desires. I was actually happy with the way my life was and I nothing bothered me at all. Unfortunately I wasn't forward looking and the mistakes I've made probably ruined everything. Being in a good Junior College was probably one of the best things to have happened to me but being the lazy arse that I was, I had to drop out. Big mistake. I just ruin things for myself really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the only thing that bothers me. I never appreciated what mattered most to me until I lost it. I guess that's just the way humans work. It's the little things that matter the most such as friends and it takes a lot to fix things once they go wrong. If I could turn the clock back, I would be in a totally different place. Sure I might be a square and close minded, but I would most definitely be a much better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-3149796490662401971?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/3149796490662401971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=3149796490662401971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/3149796490662401971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/3149796490662401971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2010/10/shadys-back-tell-friend.html' title='Shady&apos;s back, tell a friend'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-959551881617930686</id><published>2010-01-06T02:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:39:56.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/S0OHCbf_D1I/AAAAAAAAAsU/YEwP6q4GcFw/s1600-h/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/S0OHCbf_D1I/AAAAAAAAAsU/YEwP6q4GcFw/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423326852095610706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography is great!&lt;br /&gt;One of my fav pics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-959551881617930686?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/959551881617930686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=959551881617930686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/959551881617930686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/959551881617930686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2010/01/photography-is-great-one-of-my-fav-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/S0OHCbf_D1I/AAAAAAAAAsU/YEwP6q4GcFw/s72-c/DSC_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-3976627482554330327</id><published>2010-01-01T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:30:42.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gifup.com/show/1cfac14d25" title="GIF animations generator gifup.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifup.com/data/gifs/1/c/f/1cfac14d25.gif" alt="GIF animations generator gifup.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gifup.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010 will be a great year&lt;br /&gt;I just know it. So many things to look forward to, I just can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-3976627482554330327?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/3976627482554330327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=3976627482554330327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/3976627482554330327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/3976627482554330327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-6144180265351907561</id><published>2009-12-28T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:42:33.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardboard box</title><content type='html'>The little brown box arrived while I was away in KL. Ripped it open immediately when I did get my hands on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SzjRefCtZAI/AAAAAAAAAsE/cXyPpe-y5Ks/s1600-h/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SzjRefCtZAI/AAAAAAAAAsE/cXyPpe-y5Ks/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420312473199535106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took close to a week for it to arrive from the UK.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I cheated when I took the photo... Most of the stuff were on the bike already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-6144180265351907561?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/6144180265351907561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=6144180265351907561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6144180265351907561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6144180265351907561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-brown-box-arrived-while-i-was.html' title='Cardboard box'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SzjRefCtZAI/AAAAAAAAAsE/cXyPpe-y5Ks/s72-c/DSC_0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-7769269015635765731</id><published>2009-12-17T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:14:32.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A zero to a sixty, in a 7.5</title><content type='html'>I got bored so I decided to go cycling, by myself as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed the roadie and set off on my usual 44km route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Syo68fHd0MI/AAAAAAAAArU/Q0naDjD_e0c/s1600-h/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Syo68fHd0MI/AAAAAAAAArU/Q0naDjD_e0c/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416206312685818050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this new GPS programme installed on my phone and I decided to give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I uploaded the data onto my mac. It's quite cool as it maps out your route on Google Maps and if you transfer it to Google Earth, it lets you check your speed at almost any point of time.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I hit 47.1km/h. YES, 47.1km/h!! And to add to that, that was a traffic light dash so I got from a standstill to 47.1km/h in a mere 8 seconds! (My gps better be accurate or it'll be damn embarrasing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Syo688F6LXI/AAAAAAAAArc/Qu2kyR0BQSw/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Syo688F6LXI/AAAAAAAAArc/Qu2kyR0BQSw/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416206320463916402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-7769269015635765731?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/7769269015635765731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=7769269015635765731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7769269015635765731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7769269015635765731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/12/zero-to-sixty-in-75.html' title='A zero to a sixty, in a 7.5'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Syo68fHd0MI/AAAAAAAAArU/Q0naDjD_e0c/s72-c/DSC_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-4060651388803349579</id><published>2009-12-05T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:52:29.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clickety click</title><content type='html'>I've chosen to go down the dSLR path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SxpzZ1H7G1I/AAAAAAAAAVw/UvWUQj12amg/s1600-h/DSC_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SxpzZ1H7G1I/AAAAAAAAAVw/UvWUQj12amg/s320/DSC_0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411764789833309010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I had none left to take the photo itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I'm looking forward to bucket loads of proper pics from now on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-4060651388803349579?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/4060651388803349579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=4060651388803349579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4060651388803349579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4060651388803349579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/12/clickety-click.html' title='Clickety click'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SxpzZ1H7G1I/AAAAAAAAAVw/UvWUQj12amg/s72-c/DSC_0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-2636824661344105520</id><published>2009-11-30T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:11:33.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it moves but it shouldn't, use tape</title><content type='html'>OH THE HORROR!&lt;br /&gt;KATE(my macbook) IS BROKEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there's  nothing a little tape can't fix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SxKq_c11KAI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nJ7ESAYIlQY/s1600/IMG_2679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SxKq_c11KAI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nJ7ESAYIlQY/s320/IMG_2679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409574109475842050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness it's on warranty, so I think I'm gonna send it in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-2636824661344105520?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/2636824661344105520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=2636824661344105520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2636824661344105520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2636824661344105520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-it-moves-but-it-shouldnt-use-tape.html' title='If it moves but it shouldn&apos;t, use tape'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SxKq_c11KAI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nJ7ESAYIlQY/s72-c/IMG_2679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-5696994590004260811</id><published>2009-11-25T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T01:56:23.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends Are Good Looking... Really???</title><content type='html'>Photography is probably the most fun/interesting module that I'm taking right now. I mean it might be difficult to understand some stuff and it's not that fun to trying to take a picture of something 5 others are scrambling to take at the same time. Also, I don't own any proper photography equipment so it's really inconvenient for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, this week's theme was "My Friends Are Good Looking" and each group was supposed to bring a model (Mine didn't but no surprise there...). We had to share models with other groups (Dunya) and we had a blast taking all sorts of random photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the 3 photos I've uploaded on flickr for grading;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SwwZl_MV9HI/AAAAAAAAAUo/bbPk5UD0z_M/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SwwZl_MV9HI/AAAAAAAAAUo/bbPk5UD0z_M/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407725392974181490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SwwZljIYBZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tL63scArp-c/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SwwZljIYBZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tL63scArp-c/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407725385441346962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SwwZlCwwDII/AAAAAAAAAUY/OMIcl95NGJg/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SwwZlCwwDII/AAAAAAAAAUY/OMIcl95NGJg/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407725376752323714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All taken with my powerSHIT... I mean PowerShot G9 which I admit, isn't the best.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah guys, the girl you see is only 14 this year so don't even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really makes photography great is how much fun we have doing all sorts of crazy/stupid/fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SwwdGGyi20I/AAAAAAAAAUw/pP59wOabYkE/s1600/IMG_2544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SwwdGGyi20I/AAAAAAAAAUw/pP59wOabYkE/s200/IMG_2544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407729243304155970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SwwdGqfaz3I/AAAAAAAAAU4/ajpBFL1fG9U/s1600/IMG_2558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SwwdGqfaz3I/AAAAAAAAAU4/ajpBFL1fG9U/s200/IMG_2558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407729252887613298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SwwdG5KUJQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MBqLm8RIcfQ/s1600/IMG_2576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SwwdG5KUJQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MBqLm8RIcfQ/s200/IMG_2576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407729256825627906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SwwdHfYc1wI/AAAAAAAAAVI/XaeetDSXMoY/s1600/IMG_2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SwwdHfYc1wI/AAAAAAAAAVI/XaeetDSXMoY/s200/IMG_2606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407729267085465346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason these photos are smaller.. Lazy to re-upload so screw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-5696994590004260811?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/5696994590004260811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=5696994590004260811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5696994590004260811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5696994590004260811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-friends-are-good-looking-really.html' title='My Friends Are Good Looking... Really???'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SwwZl_MV9HI/AAAAAAAAAUo/bbPk5UD0z_M/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-1510514763982961399</id><published>2009-11-09T12:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:53:59.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi</title><content type='html'>Back from Langkawi. Nice place but the rain kinda killed off the fun since there's practically nothing to do when it rains. So weirdly while people complain about how hot Lankawi is, my family almost froze to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had my own dSLR camera. In the future perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics taken from a run-of-the-mill camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SvefeLuZuKI/AAAAAAAAATg/YyfhO1xvoIU/s1600-h/IMG_2496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SvefeLuZuKI/AAAAAAAAATg/YyfhO1xvoIU/s320/IMG_2496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401961618946504866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SvefdsTEGWI/AAAAAAAAATY/A_99YTRVFKk/s1600-h/IMG_2482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SvefdsTEGWI/AAAAAAAAATY/A_99YTRVFKk/s320/IMG_2482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401961610510342498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SvefdeZqVSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8-w5LX0wDfc/s1600-h/IMG_2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SvefdeZqVSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8-w5LX0wDfc/s320/IMG_2389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401961606779917602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Svefc6ymPQI/AAAAAAAAATI/Q4SVVcuHUYA/s1600-h/IMG_2444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Svefc6ymPQI/AAAAAAAAATI/Q4SVVcuHUYA/s320/IMG_2444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401961597220830466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SvefcRLyqSI/AAAAAAAAATA/upzQ6lY8htY/s1600-h/IMG_2410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SvefcRLyqSI/AAAAAAAAATA/upzQ6lY8htY/s320/IMG_2410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401961586052213026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-1510514763982961399?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/1510514763982961399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=1510514763982961399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/1510514763982961399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/1510514763982961399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-from-langkawi.html' title='Langkawi'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SvefeLuZuKI/AAAAAAAAATg/YyfhO1xvoIU/s72-c/IMG_2496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-569351064980831104</id><published>2009-11-05T17:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:08:01.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shady's back, tell a friend</title><content type='html'>One word to describe My Sister's Keeper;&lt;br /&gt;Waterworks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this while looking through random bike forums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SvKi8P2RUeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/verwDKe56ag/s1600-h/pbpic3873197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SvKi8P2RUeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/verwDKe56ag/s400/pbpic3873197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400558059100656098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;img src="http://aks.pinkbike.com/f/s/35.gif" alt="flag" /&gt;  sargentslater  &lt;span class="time"&gt;(Aug 26, 2009 at 17:21)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="comtext"&gt; i didn't know they put such nice headlights on bikes!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for Singaporeans, we don't seem to have many women on the trails like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langkawi tomorrow. Hopefully it doesn't rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-569351064980831104?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/569351064980831104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=569351064980831104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/569351064980831104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/569351064980831104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/11/shadys-back-tell-friend.html' title='Shady&apos;s back, tell a friend'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SvKi8P2RUeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/verwDKe56ag/s72-c/pbpic3873197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-6157867710924756295</id><published>2009-10-18T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:56:34.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Business</title><content type='html'>Got back from Malaysia. Dad's car got broken into (again) at JB. Fortunately nothing was stolen and the car was still in the lot when we returned in one piece albeit the windows wound down, doors unlocked and key hole smashed in. Problem with driving a D/E segment Japanese vehicle in certain parts of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my dad should install one of these;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFPKxJUjAy0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFPKxJUjAy0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-6157867710924756295?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/6157867710924756295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=6157867710924756295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6157867710924756295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6157867710924756295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/10/monkey-business.html' title='Monkey Business'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-614817967116563265</id><published>2009-10-15T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:09:56.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma Let You Finish</title><content type='html'>You know something is seriously wrong when the mats lepak-ing at the playground in front of your room are blasting Taylor Swift's "You Belong With Me"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I apparently FORGOT to have lunch before I went for my 40km road cycle. Yes, I actually really FORGOT to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also according to my GPS, my maximum speed was 383km/h(actual max:40km/h). At that speed I've broken every single speed limit on any road anywhere in the world (excluding the unrestricted part of the German Autobahn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a real shocker when I checked my new timetable online just now. I'm gonna be taking &lt;b&gt;Introduction to Digital Game Development&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cge1x01"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I don't really have a clue on what I'm gonna do and I don't even think it's one of my choices. Maybe it was my last one. Well doesn't make a difference does it? I'm screwed.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-614817967116563265?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/614817967116563265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=614817967116563265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/614817967116563265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/614817967116563265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/10/imma-let-you-finish.html' title='Imma Let You Finish'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-5404243662984446294</id><published>2009-10-06T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:55:29.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Eardrums</title><content type='html'>This guy makes Fergie sound bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UI36i6--mA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UI36i6--mA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say bad?? I meant he makes her sound like a GOD! Keep on watching, it only gets 'better'! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude has freaking loads of videos on his profile page. I'm certain there's something seriously wrong with him. HOLY SHIT! HE MAKES MILEY CYRUS SOUND GOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTAkY6fbqTA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTAkY6fbqTA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-5404243662984446294?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/5404243662984446294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=5404243662984446294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5404243662984446294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5404243662984446294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/10/bleeding-eardrums.html' title='Bleeding Eardrums'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-1707454030984501320</id><published>2009-09-30T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T04:57:39.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party like a rockstar</title><content type='html'>Like an old man, I lie broken on the grass outside the chalet. Loud music resonating from the party inside. My fun had been cut short for I have reinjured my back thanks to damien (carried him after he attempted to headlock me). Drunk/high people are soo much fun to be around. Alcohol somehow changes people. Lets them loose. Don't get me wrong, I don't drink and I never will. Alcohol also makes a total mess out of some when they get wasted. Mind you it isn't a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a extra long day so far. Spent the afternoon at the lan shop with the guys followed by pool with Jared and now this chalet. Didn't really sleep well the previous night so it's taking a toll on me now. Ah, hope things will get more fun and hopefully I hadn't damaged my back too badly. My new phone is a godsent as in the past I can only dream of blogging miles away from my computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-1707454030984501320?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/1707454030984501320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=1707454030984501320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/1707454030984501320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/1707454030984501320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/09/party-like-rockstar.html' title='Party like a rockstar'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-7820573528021678368</id><published>2009-09-28T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:55:32.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody told me</title><content type='html'>I came across crimewatch on TV a few days ago while flipping through channels. They were reenacting a scene in which an officer was asking a rape victim to describe her assailant. She then proceeded to vividly describe him which kinds of amazes me. She probably could have even describe the colour of his socks and his shoe size. This made me ponder for a bit. So what this reenactment is trying to say is that this woman probably took the liberty to observe her attacker in great detail instead of fighting him off and screaming for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I was raped (yeah right) I probably wouldn't even bother remember the gender of my attacker.Maybe she had superhuman memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, congrats to Lewis Hamilton for winning the Singapore GP. Well the 2009 season of F1 is rather odd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-7820573528021678368?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/7820573528021678368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=7820573528021678368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7820573528021678368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7820573528021678368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/09/somebody-told-me.html' title='Somebody told me'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-9006893476963724143</id><published>2009-09-24T14:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:04:05.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why Hari Raya pwns</title><content type='html'>Reason 1:&lt;br /&gt;Working adults are obliged to give young people who aren't working (ie. Me) money for visiting them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2:&lt;br /&gt;You get FREE food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 3:&lt;br /&gt;We have songs like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v3ual48wewE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v3ual48wewE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seri Hari Raya by Sweet Charity (Some Malay mat rock band from the 70s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt CNY or Deepavali has any songs that can match this. No? Anyone willing to prove me wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-9006893476963724143?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/9006893476963724143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=9006893476963724143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/9006893476963724143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/9006893476963724143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/09/reasons-why-hari-raya-pwns.html' title='Reasons why Hari Raya pwns'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-4220923284616861707</id><published>2009-09-18T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:21:55.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plucking twangers, playing your friend's balls and blowing pipes</title><content type='html'>When kids' shows go wrong, this is what you get... (be prepared to laugh your ass off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=13628345"&gt;Rainbow Twanging!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360px" width="425px"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=13628345,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=13628345,t=1,mt=video" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-4220923284616861707?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/4220923284616861707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=4220923284616861707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4220923284616861707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4220923284616861707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/09/plucking-twangers-playing-your-friends.html' title='Plucking twangers, playing your friend&apos;s balls and blowing pipes'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-4817389937988232935</id><published>2009-09-12T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:26:32.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of work... again</title><content type='html'>The next time I attend any PC fair, it will be a totally different experience. Alright, this is what happened. I was posted to a Jean Perry warehouse sale which so happens to be right next to Comex (tapping on the crowd as they say). I got a massive shock when I was told to go out and distribute fliers instead and that I won't be getting any commission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So there I was, spending the next 10 hours alone giving out fliers to random people. Farking hard eh! Shit, I managed to give out like 1000 even with cheating (giving 3 at one go) and guess what, I have to give out at least 3000 tomorrow. WTF SIA! The only way I see myself accomplishing such a seeming impossible feat is by resorting unorthodox methods which I promise you I will... FML okay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-4817389937988232935?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/4817389937988232935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=4817389937988232935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4817389937988232935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4817389937988232935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-work-again.html' title='First day of work... again'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-728472555491123072</id><published>2009-09-09T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:30:43.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnificent.. Ohh oh...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... Looks like I'm starting work tomorrow. My first ever job and I'm really excited... NOTTT!!! In actually fact, I rather not work because that means I won't have the chance to just laze around at home and do whatever I want whenever I want. The fact that I have to travel all the way to Woodlands to torture myself doesn't really seem fun. Ah well, at least it's just for a day cos after that, I'm off to Bugis. The simple matter of fact is that money doesn't grow on trees so what choice do I have left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Guess the pay's quite good so not much complains on that subject. Wonder how long I'll last. Not that long I guess since I heard that my colleagues aren't really the warm fuzzy time. Hope that works out well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-728472555491123072?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/728472555491123072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=728472555491123072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/728472555491123072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/728472555491123072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/09/magnificent-ohh-oh.html' title='Magnificent.. Ohh oh...'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-9187768759626972070</id><published>2009-09-01T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:57:14.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for your one eyed trouser snake</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qNI6rtSQ--s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qNI6rtSQ--s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X Factor judges are total asshole, or should I say dicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly the talent you might want to display on TV to millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder he has so many daughters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-9187768759626972070?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/9187768759626972070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=9187768759626972070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/9187768759626972070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/9187768759626972070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/09/hooray-for-your-one-eyed-trouser-snake.html' title='Hooray for your one eyed trouser snake'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-3706562515604123757</id><published>2009-08-30T04:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T04:51:37.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night vision eyeballs</title><content type='html'>Soccer at Tiong Bahru followed by supper and Man U vs Arsenal at simpang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day was the idiotic soccer session at the pitch black simpang court. Much more fun than I expected it to be except for the occasional flashing by certain people... and also a rather hair raising &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supernatural &lt;/span&gt;encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the holidays look rather promising despite the fact that I'm fasting. Can't wait to return to TK on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingernails are still a little blue from spray painting some parts of my bike blue. Seriously, I think I'm getting really obsessed with colour coding my bike. Recently I just burnt $38 on handle bar grips just because they were blue. I predict that I'll be broke in no time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-3706562515604123757?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/3706562515604123757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=3706562515604123757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/3706562515604123757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/3706562515604123757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/08/night-vision-eyeballs.html' title='Night vision eyeballs'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-5488172884218429366</id><published>2009-08-23T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:07:38.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MADsoc</title><content type='html'>Media and Society is probably the most idiotic, retarded, stupid, boring, daft, dull, nonsensical, preposterous, disgusting, sickening, repulsive, unpleasant, hateful, foul, loathsome, dreadful, vile, horrid, revolting module that I'm currently taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, I admit that I went a little overboard with the words to describe it but it's seriously horrible.. The textbook just says it all. There's just TOO MUCH information in it. Actually I found something rather shocking in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, this is copied word for word from it;&lt;br /&gt;An inherent disadvantage of mass communication when compared to interpersonal and group communication is delayed feedback. In interpersonal communication, feedback can be immediate: a quizzical arch if an eyebrow, a hand cupped around an ear to hear better, A FIST IN THE FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about cathartic effect...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-5488172884218429366?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/5488172884218429366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=5488172884218429366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5488172884218429366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5488172884218429366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/08/madsoc.html' title='MADsoc'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-6756126119767226901</id><published>2009-08-23T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:25:41.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud monster madness</title><content type='html'>According to my media and society textbook, talking to oneself is defined as intrapersonal communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to most sane people, talking to oneself is defined as being crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying for exams suck when you don't understand a single thing that you're reading. Come to think of it, studying as a whole sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing's tomorrow but I'm feeling rather ambivalent about it despite the fact that I've already completed all my notes(proud of my achievement) because not much really went into my head let alone stay in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining rather heavily earlier today which apparently is a good thing in this case. Gave me the opportunity to go biking (I'm fasting so the chilly air doesn't tire me out much). Not being able to drink is something that isn't that fun. At least the colossal puddles of water and deep mud pools made thing exciting enough for me. Getting wet and muddy is a form of entertainment most guys indulge in which girls just don't seem to understand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-6756126119767226901?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/6756126119767226901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=6756126119767226901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6756126119767226901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6756126119767226901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/08/mud-monster-madness.html' title='Mud monster madness'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-900451802873001561</id><published>2009-08-19T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:16:46.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because it's windy doesn't mean you can pull your pants down</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when CMM guys go mountain biking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SowUVozo3DI/AAAAAAAAARw/1T4kjmLBZVU/s320/andrew+n+porter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SowUlgjOuKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/IVi3JXnYPkQ/s320/porter+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there are more pics including one more which is rather umm... "R" rated(check out facebook).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a blast despite the fact that I neglected my studies (stupid exams coming up)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-900451802873001561?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/900451802873001561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=900451802873001561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/900451802873001561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/900451802873001561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-because-its-windy-doesnt-mean-you.html' title='Just because it&apos;s windy doesn&apos;t mean you can pull your pants down'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SowUVozo3DI/AAAAAAAAARw/1T4kjmLBZVU/s72-c/andrew+n+porter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-8507523907406637639</id><published>2009-08-17T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:04:17.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life should be stereo each day</title><content type='html'>The one week study break has already started. What else is there to do apart from studying? It's high time I actually start studying seriously to make up for lost time. After all, it's not as if I've been performing spectacularly right now. Big talk huh? I guess I'll probably waste my time playing games or doing stupid things which in turn will make me regret once I get my predicted 'awesome' grades back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I've been talking to some people about 'stuff' and it really got me thinking. What do relationships(bgr, the lot) mean to me right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is cynical and Liking someone is totally overrated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I'm on the receiving end(almost never), it always is total crap. Playing games with me won't work. I just don't appreciate mysteriousness, in fact who does? Tell me what's the point of being a secret admirer? It's not thrilling, just totally creepy. There are two options when you like someone. You either, A) Shut Up and pretend nothing's going on, or B) Do something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, when I'm on the giving end, it's even more crap because nothing ever works out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I don't see any reason why anyone my age should get involved. I mean how do you actually benefit from it? Why tie yourself down? Isn't now the time to go crazy and have as much fun as possible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-8507523907406637639?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/8507523907406637639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=8507523907406637639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/8507523907406637639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/8507523907406637639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-should-be-stereo-each-day.html' title='Life should be stereo each day'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-3282597455610186004</id><published>2009-08-10T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:48:30.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanya Di Pulau Ubin...</title><content type='html'>Went to Ubin with Porter, Don, Wyman, Damien and Shaari just now and to sum it up;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketam Trail was AMAZEBALLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rental bike was SHITBALLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have brought my own bike had I known we were going to ketam...&lt;div 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Ubin...'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-7219165789429471737</id><published>2009-08-08T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:05:48.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me + you, setting in a honeymoon</title><content type='html'>My day yesterday was filled with little kids running around wearing red and white, laughing like idiots, singing like no tomorrow, lots of burping and watching everyone get drunk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being totally sober is actually fun because you can actually LAUGH at drunks doing the weirdest things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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honeymoon'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-135098376200005295</id><published>2009-08-02T02:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:37:33.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marker Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword</title><content type='html'>What would you do if your dad left you alone in a room in his work place which has a large white board hanging on the wall with an array of markers lined up neatly below it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the end product...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SnSIx8bQ0ZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/tKwxpr_zr8c/s1600-h/Image%28154%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SnSIx8bQ0ZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/tKwxpr_zr8c/s400/Image%28154%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365063447720546706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok normally, I admit that I'm not exactly an artistically inclined person but hey, I was really really really bored! You can't shove the blame to me you know. Anyway, had I not plonked in the geog stuff(don't ask me why), my drawings could have easily be mistaken for something a 5 year old would doodle. Maybe this is what cycling at Bukit Timah does to your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to spend the night drawing boring stuff in my GDF sketchbook. Drawing shit can be really irritating when it's graded...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-135098376200005295?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/135098376200005295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=135098376200005295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/135098376200005295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/135098376200005295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/08/marker-pen-is-mightier-than-sword.html' title='The Marker Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SnSIx8bQ0ZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/tKwxpr_zr8c/s72-c/Image%28154%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-7940708849145494689</id><published>2009-07-25T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:57:24.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill the lights</title><content type='html'>Night cycling is fun when you....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talk cock, fart, eat sucky food, cheat vending machines, race, cycle in the middle of the road, get lost, race some more, do waves in the middle of the road, hope to run someone over, ogle at girls, find out some of your secrets aren't exactly secrets, race even more, et cetera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-7940708849145494689?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/7940708849145494689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=7940708849145494689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7940708849145494689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7940708849145494689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/07/kill-lights.html' title='Kill the lights'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-7176942043027777239</id><published>2009-07-22T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T01:48:23.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because lion with small penis must compensate with mighty roar</title><content type='html'>Having an extra short school week  these past couple of weeks (no surprise for people who know me long enough). In fact, I have two separate MCs for yesterday and one more for later which I don't intend to use.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't think I can ever look at Hershey's and Cadbury chocolates the same way again after I'm done with Marketing (eyebrow TV commercials anyone?). If you could fuse together the simplicity and straightforwardness of JC work with the volume of Poly work, that'll be the perfect educational institution. Well, for someone like me at least...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-7176942043027777239?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/7176942043027777239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=7176942043027777239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7176942043027777239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7176942043027777239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-lion-with-small-penis-must.html' title='because lion with small penis must compensate with mighty roar'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-3898565216763279109</id><published>2009-07-18T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:19:22.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The smell of BURNING rubber</title><content type='html'>If you're a guy, never, I mean, NEVER go for a pee immediately after chopping onions and chilli. I really had to learn it the hard way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-3898565216763279109?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/3898565216763279109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=3898565216763279109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/3898565216763279109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/3898565216763279109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-action-packed.html' title='The smell of BURNING rubber'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-2981482190305282396</id><published>2009-07-17T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:23:30.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fryday the 17th</title><content type='html'> The best present doesn't have to be the biggest or most expensive one. The old cliché "It's the thought that counts" suddenly seems to make sense to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-2981482190305282396?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/2981482190305282396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=2981482190305282396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2981482190305282396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2981482190305282396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/07/fryday-17th.html' title='fryday the 17th'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-4044037346591896498</id><published>2009-07-16T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:41:10.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 day work week</title><content type='html'>  Going to sleep wearing a Man U jersey, shorts and soccer socks. Didn't feel weird while you're having a fever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-4044037346591896498?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/4044037346591896498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=4044037346591896498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4044037346591896498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4044037346591896498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-day-work-week.html' title='4 day work week'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-3064051556698427902</id><published>2009-07-11T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:31:58.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once bitten, twice shy</title><content type='html'>   A golden retriever mistook my leg for its chew toy just now. Had I not reacted fast enough and if its owner didn't pull it away in the nick of time, I would have some holes in my leg right now. Thankfully it managed to only scratch my leg with its teeth. So much for being an uber friendly breed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-3064051556698427902?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/3064051556698427902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=3064051556698427902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/3064051556698427902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/3064051556698427902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/07/once-bitten-twice-shy.html' title='Once bitten, twice shy'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-3837325642491588283</id><published>2009-07-09T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:22:52.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another fad</title><content type='html'>What's up with the sudden outburst of people playing neopets again? What next? Runescape? Battleon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-3837325642491588283?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/3837325642491588283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=3837325642491588283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/3837325642491588283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/3837325642491588283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/07/yet-another-fad.html' title='Yet another fad'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-6438735864217838487</id><published>2009-07-06T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:20:51.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pipes of peace...</title><content type='html'>   It's the end of the weekend. The dreaded school week is about to commence again. Usually, at this point of time, I would be in a mad scramble to get my school work done. Hoho! But not this time for I have actually made use of the weekend to complete my work. Ok fine, I tried to. But hey, at least I did put in some effort to get something done. Now if only there was some way I can actually finish 4 marketing journals by Friday and get an A for it. Tough, but I'll give it a shot. After all Impossible is Nothing according to Adidas (Hey! Marketing!).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   So I got a B for my first journal. Not too bad. As I flipped through it, I was kinda expecting some grave mistakes and constructive comments on how I can transform that cursed B into an A. BUT NOOOO! What were the comments I was given? "Your sis' rich boyfriend? =)" and "You like cars?". WHAT THE FUCK is that!? Never mind, I went straight to her to demand for an explanation. She took my journal, flipped through it and said, "Your language is good, and your examples were unique but I just didn't really like it. I didn't find it entertaining." I swear I nearly died when she said that. WHAT THE FUCK LAH! I didn't get a FUCKING A because my journal wasn't entertaining. FYI, I PURPOSELY wrote it in a formal manner. Who the hell hands up something which they deem entertaining or humorous for a graded paper?? I mean this is Marketing for goodness sake! Fine, marketing includes advertising but seriously, this isn't even related to advertising itself. She didn't even make it clear that she wanted an entertaining piece! All she said was that it could be humorous if you wanted but that doesn't mean that it MUST be funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Okay, I'm done complaining. Interesting fact, I got the journal last Monday so I actually had a week to complain about it. A little late don't you think. Right, I should get back to trying to start on my second journal. On second thought, I might stray off to watching chick vs dick instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-6438735864217838487?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/6438735864217838487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=6438735864217838487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6438735864217838487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6438735864217838487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/07/pipes-of-peace.html' title='Pipes of peace...'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-1644312207327572197</id><published>2009-07-02T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:08:20.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So you have a tendency of getting physical?</title><content type='html'>   So you come home after a rather long day at school. You're tired and you have a lot of homework to complete. So what do you do? A normal, sane human being would probably get a head start and turn in early. What did I do? I took my bike, slap on some slick tires and go for a solo night ride. Ok, I do sound like a loner but so be it. I doubt I have many friends who can keep up with me in the first place.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   East Coast park at around 9 plus on a weekday night is WEIRD. There are NO rental bikes at all. Instead, you find an overwhelming number of road bikes. Ok, maybe not overwhelming but quite a lot considering the fact that road bikes aren't really that common. One amazing thing that I managed to do was to draft(follow closely) a Caucasian on a triathlon bike for a little over a kilometre before I bailed out. Had I continued, I think my legs would have cramped up on the way home and I'll probably have to crawl back. Why is that an amazing feat? Well, he's on a Tri bike where as I'm on a mountain bike. When you compare the bikes, mine weighs more than an army tank and has the aerodynamic properties of say... a brick wall. You get the idea. Plainly, I'm LEGEN... Wait for it.... DARY!!! Either that or that dude just sucks at cycling... The former sounds a little nicer in my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Skza_CTPDgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/F-ifqv3la-4/s320/Image133.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353894833520840194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-1644312207327572197?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/1644312207327572197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=1644312207327572197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/1644312207327572197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/1644312207327572197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-you-have-tendency-of-getting.html' title='So you have a tendency of getting physical?'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Skza_CTPDgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/F-ifqv3la-4/s72-c/Image133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-8266257335787864664</id><published>2009-06-26T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:09:07.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy or sad or utterly PAINFUL day?</title><content type='html'>Ok it's my birthday today and I really wanna thank everyone who remembered and wished me. Kinda made my day even though I'm still suffering in pain right now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 1 present but it's ok. Thanks a lot guys though the belt doesn't fit me at all. I'm much skinnier than you guys think. Maybe I should go learn how to play poker so that I can wear it without feeling too weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SkTGlJ5iXxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/DlcMIpYdcMc/s320/Image127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351620598837698322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe how much effort you cmm guys put in to make me feel as much pain as possible. I really appreciate it... I think. Well, I gotta hand it to you guys. A simple tau pok won't do eh? So what's 5 mins worth of pain when you can inflict 5 hours worth of pain? I mean who came up with the idea of smearing me with chilli and then applying yoko yoko or whatever it's called. Genius. As you can tell, it still fucking hurts right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, I also discovered that I'm exceptionally good at avoiding being caught and being able to run off again when I do get caught. Useful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna get even with you guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-8266257335787864664?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/8266257335787864664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=8266257335787864664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/8266257335787864664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/8266257335787864664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-or-sad-or-utterly-painful-day.html' title='happy or sad or utterly PAINFUL day?'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SkTGlJ5iXxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/DlcMIpYdcMc/s72-c/Image127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-5323180059388799278</id><published>2009-06-26T19:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:40:40.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacko Jacko</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SkS14p4TKTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vx-vqnpwi18/s1600-h/michael_jackson_king_of_pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 355px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SkS14p4TKTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vx-vqnpwi18/s400/michael_jackson_king_of_pop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351602242142284082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This man is LEGEN... wait for it.. DARY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still kinda shocked that he's gone. Can't believe it at all... Ah well, that's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The album Thriller is a masterpiece and his songs are my all time favourites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He may be gone but he lives on through his songs. May he rest in peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is he Muslim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-5323180059388799278?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/5323180059388799278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=5323180059388799278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5323180059388799278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5323180059388799278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/06/whacko-jacko.html' title='Wacko Jacko'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SkS14p4TKTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vx-vqnpwi18/s72-c/michael_jackson_king_of_pop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-6173003635190328944</id><published>2009-06-20T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:16:34.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta stay fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;   Well, Friday didn't turn out the way I expected it to be. Is that a good thing? I don't know. Watched 'The Taking of Pelham 1 2 3' instead yesterday with the guys plus Gen. Worth every single cent(can't say that about many movies these days). Liked it almost as much as Body of Lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   The holidays are coming to an end for me really soon and I've completed almost &lt;s&gt;all&lt;/s&gt; none of my work. Real progress huh? Fret not, I still have some time left so no problem at all. No wait, that wouldn't be much of a problem if I knew what my homework was which incidentally I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I know it's childish to drink from 8 straws but so what? I'm still 16 and I have only 6 days left. Yes, it's my birthday really really soon and I'm purposely being obnoxious about it. Its necessary because nobody seems to remember mine. I wonder if this is gonna make any difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-6173003635190328944?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/6173003635190328944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=6173003635190328944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6173003635190328944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6173003635190328944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/06/gotta-stay-fly.html' title='Gotta stay fly'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-6482389236835006173</id><published>2009-06-12T23:09:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:37:01.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wash with soap then at least have hope??</title><content type='html'>Remember this?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OPsfAhXUSE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OPsfAhXUSE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, in my opinion, this is rather stupid but I have to admit, quite creative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, WHO formally declared that swine flu is now a pandemic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to the government,(at least in MRTs) washing your hands with soap for at least 30 seconds kills up to 99%. (if you look at the glass half empty, a maximum of 99%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say wash your hands with concentrated sulphuric acid. I guarantee you it'll eradicate 100% of the bacteria on your hands. In fact, you won't have bacteria your hands anymore since you won't have hands after that. Self-inflicted vitriolage anybody??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-6482389236835006173?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/6482389236835006173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=6482389236835006173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6482389236835006173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6482389236835006173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/06/wash-with-soap-then-at-least-have-hope_2923.html' title='wash with soap then at least have hope??'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-7573622095253908869</id><published>2009-06-09T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:51:34.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Booya!</title><content type='html'>Taxi drivers don't really like to be overtaken by bicycles. At least the one that I overtook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-7573622095253908869?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/7573622095253908869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=7573622095253908869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7573622095253908869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7573622095253908869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/06/booya.html' title='Booya!'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-2722040659552271612</id><published>2009-06-03T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:42:43.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examinations? So what?</title><content type='html'>I learnt today that studying with a group of mostly guys means ending up at the lan shop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-2722040659552271612?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/2722040659552271612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=2722040659552271612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2722040659552271612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2722040659552271612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/06/examinations-so-what.html' title='Examinations? So what?'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-295518934006889792</id><published>2009-05-31T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:58:28.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Technicolour</title><content type='html'>My room entertainment system is now complete!&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SiKPJLJ3hiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/6fMk0HlwRpM/s320/Image128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341989495790601762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ok, it isn't exactly the cream of the crop million inch large LCD with machine gun and spy satellite attachments. But it still beats the crap out of the decade old lunch box I used to watch spongebob squarepants from ( I was young ok! And spongebob rocks!). So if I forgo eating, drinking, peeing, crapping and bathing, I could probably seal my room door and stay inside for eternity. No problem at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  So far, my weekend's really totally and utterly BORING. I do have some important things to do but I just can't do it. Well, it's no surprise since the 'thing' in question is studying. Exams on Tuesday but I can't bring myself to start! Actually this sounds really familiar... In fact, around 7 (O levels) and 9 (Prelims) ago, I was in the exact same situation. I didn't do much and look at where I ended up... All the shit I had to go through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I didn't spend much time in MJ but its long enough to know how crappy life in MJ is. Earlier on I had a little chat with Rui Han and to my dismay, I found out that their GP exam's tomorrow and they had lectures all the way till the 8th. I was just starting to miss MJ but upon hearing this, I'm glad that I'm out. But seriously, I don't understand the logic of doing this. I mean come on! Give those poor MJ souls a break! I mean they're really stressed out by the work that the school had been spamming them with. The least that the school can do is to not take away their holidays. I don't see the point of pressurising the students that much. For goodness sake! They're J1's! They're not taking their A's till next year! I know that Esther Lai wants to push MJ standard up to that of VJ's but still, killing and retaining your students isn't the way to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   To you guys still in MJ, hang in there. You're already a 1/4 way through JC life. Just a little more and you're free! To those who have yet to take their O's, do learn from my mistakes. Make sure you're totally prepared and know what you are doing before finalising your decision. You no longer have the luxury to try out JC life in the first three months so you better be sure about your decision. Don't just go to a JC because people tell you it's good. Go to a JC only if you think that that's the best route for you and that it will bring you to where you want to go to in life. It's never too early to plan. Also, always have a backup plan so that should the inevitable happen, you're still safe. Don't ever end up like me. I totally messed up my JAE form because I was overconfident and I expected myself to end up in SA no matter what. Hence I was chucked into MJ Science. Wrong school. Wrong stream. Even now, I can't stop wondering what my life would be like had I put SA and CJ Arts as my first and second choice. For better or worse? That's certainly something I'll never know now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-295518934006889792?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/295518934006889792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=295518934006889792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/295518934006889792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/295518934006889792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-in-technicolour.html' title='Life in Technicolour'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SiKPJLJ3hiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/6fMk0HlwRpM/s72-c/Image128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-2174305825676377504</id><published>2009-05-25T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:02:49.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream Bloody Murder</title><content type='html'>   I seem to be around the area when foreigners die. Just yesterday, I was at Changi beach when the police and the naval diving unit were fishing out the dead body of a Chinese national. I'm always there when they are dead or potentially dying (remember the worker who fell from Tampines One?).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  When someone looks through your phone and suddenly exclaim, "OH MY GOD ZUL! YOU'RE DAMN ***..." to the whole class, it's really embarrassing yet surprisingly ego satisfying at the same time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-2174305825676377504?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/2174305825676377504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=2174305825676377504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2174305825676377504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2174305825676377504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/05/scream-bloody-murder.html' title='Scream Bloody Murder'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-9203096682218313425</id><published>2009-05-20T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:25:06.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Photographer, I think I'm ready for my close-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/ShQRS3kDIAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/v8S3Vs5csNQ/s1600-h/Image119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/ShQRS3kDIAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/v8S3Vs5csNQ/s320/Image119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337910474191347714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   This is the early 70s Yashica Electro 35 GS which I just inherited. It's a grandpa to modern professional cameras. As you can tell from the picture, it's in a horrible state. Just look at the colour of the strap! Well, I'm gonna try to refurbish it. So far it's not going as smoothly as what I would've liked it to be. This camera is really one fighter. It already broke 2 of my screwdrivers! Well I'm gonna put off cleaning the interior of the camera till I get a new, stronger set of screwdrivers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-9203096682218313425?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/9203096682218313425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=9203096682218313425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/9203096682218313425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/9203096682218313425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/05/mr-photographer-i-think-im-ready-for-my.html' title='Mr Photographer, I think I&apos;m ready for my close-up'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/ShQRS3kDIAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/v8S3Vs5csNQ/s72-c/Image119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-1732019776311467337</id><published>2009-05-18T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:54:37.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White as Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is my  new MacBook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/ShF_dbgMjTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ACaVfyvtjPs/s1600-h/Image122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/ShF_dbgMjTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ACaVfyvtjPs/s200/Image122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337187176986479922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/ShF_dD_uIyI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TNkCU1IirKk/s200/Image120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337187170676253474" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've finally decided to name her Kate (as in Kate Beckinsale). The idea of naming inanimate objects is completely absurd but I stopped caring so shoot me... At least I didn't name it after some porn star like a certain friend of mine did to his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I'm feeling extremely bored right now and the last thing I want to do is my homework. At least that's half done. Thanks to Shaun who made me download all his movies, I can't study as the urge to watch them is really strong. Well, that's not really a problem since I'm so bad at studying, I might as well not study. In fact, I can't even remember the last time I successfully sat down and actually studied. Actually, I don't think I've ever done that before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-1732019776311467337?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/1732019776311467337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=1732019776311467337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/1732019776311467337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/1732019776311467337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/05/white-as-snow.html' title='White as Snow'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/ShF_dbgMjTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ACaVfyvtjPs/s72-c/Image122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-741384075694874902</id><published>2009-05-13T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:37:46.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By George! I think she's got it!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've decided to be a good boy and start doing my work. Everyone around me seems to be really stressed out with school but I'm totally relaxed. That worries me a little actually. Clearly, I don't see what's all the fuss about. Sure, there is a fair bit of work to be done but seriously, that's nothing. Our curriculum time per week is only 22 hours! That leaves us with 146 hours free per week. School takes up only 13.1% of our week so why are you complaining? Ok now lets make a comparison with JC. Thankfully I kept my JC timetable for term 2. They spend 36h 40mins a week in school studying. In comparison, they spend 21.8% of their week in school. Plus, they have to be at school at 7.30am everyday. The earliest for some of us is 9.30 and that's only once a week! Think our homework is really difficult? Wanna have a go at Maclaurin series or implicit differentiation? I'd rather stick to sketching my CMM logo. I'm glad I'm over that. Ok I do admit that I'm starting to find the workload a little overwhelming but the thing is I wasted more than a week and i've just started so it's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   On another note, I got my MacBook (Finally!!). Really really pretty. I think I'm gonna give her a name(yes it's a her) but i'm terrible at giving names. In fact, I can't think of any at all. Apart from that, my trusty mobile phone is starting to give up on me. Yup, my 'indestructable' Nokia 5610 XpressMusic phone has finally succumbed to my constant abuse. The phone which survived countless falls from a variety of heights (inlcuding the stairs in MJ's LT4 from the middle of the LT to the bottom) and surfaces (including concrete and tarmac) and also some unusual forms of abuse (like me throwing it onto the fence outside TK after the O's). The weird thing is that my phone isn't dying because of physical damage but the because the battery is giving problems(used my mum's battery earlier on and it seemed to work fine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It's been a while since I last rambled on that much. Feels good to ramble. haha! The thing I love about poly is that I finally have time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-741384075694874902?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/741384075694874902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=741384075694874902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/741384075694874902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/741384075694874902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/05/by-george-i-think-shes-got-it.html' title='By George! I think she&apos;s got it!'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-2135867819213074670</id><published>2009-05-08T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:02:31.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly In The Plain!!!</title><content type='html'>    For some reason, whenever I don't pack my clothes and don't wear my soccer shoes to school, I'll end up playing. But when I do bring my things, I end up not playing and going home early. Really frustrating...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   By the way, this is my 100th post(if that's if any significance...). Also I kinda neglected my blog a little cos I've been a bit LAZY so yeah... This blog is not dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-2135867819213074670?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/2135867819213074670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=2135867819213074670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2135867819213074670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2135867819213074670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain-in-spain-falls-mainly-in-plain.html' title='The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly In The Plain!!!'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-5878109381414892979</id><published>2009-04-23T11:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:36:57.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Sells Seashells by the Seashore</title><content type='html'>Look at what I just got...&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Se_qVB4Dc2I/AAAAAAAAANo/QG05F6sQXZM/s320/sc003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok fat hope... No way in hell is my ever so generous dad gonna get me something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I got instead;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Se_sxyVKugI/AAAAAAAAANw/wJmft46DIt0/s320/sc001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    This is what I'm gonna be carrying around, a Lenovo ThinkBRICK, I mean ThinkPad. I got myself a bloody brick and I call myself a CMM student. Well hey, DARE to be DIFFERENT! This brick was first designed in 1992. 17 years on, it looks exactly the same. I think IBM fired its design team immediately after they designed the thinkpad and Lenovo hadn't bothered to hire a new one after buying over IBM. Seriously, this brick is much cooler than your stupid macbooks. How many macbooks make it to outerspace? ThinkPads are used in the International Space Station! How COOL is that!? Ok that's a bad example...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   If you see me using my thinkBRICK at school, please do not laugh at me because that will make me angry. Oh, you don't want to see me angry especially when I'm on my thinkBRICK because I will take my thinkBRICK, go up to your precious little macbook and smash it to smithereens with my thinkBRICK. I'll go back to my work after that with a slightly nicer looking thinkBRICK(with white and silver bits stuck on to it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Any suggestions on how to make my thinkBRICK a little nicer?(if that's even possible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-5878109381414892979?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/5878109381414892979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=5878109381414892979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5878109381414892979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5878109381414892979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-sells-seashells-by-seashore.html' title='She Sells Seashells by the Seashore'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Se_qVB4Dc2I/AAAAAAAAANo/QG05F6sQXZM/s72-c/sc003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-7957983043378505563</id><published>2009-04-20T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:17:53.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now thats what you call nightfall</title><content type='html'>   Picture this, you're enjoying a cake at a restaurant at the new Tampines 1 shopping centre when suddenly, you see this thing landing near you. You look up and get a shock of your life. You see a man lying motionlessly on the ground. It was almost as if he fell from the sky. That's what I witnessed earlier today. Only difference is, he came from a hole in the ceiling. Must have fallen off the roof or something like that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SeyPYJly9aI/AAAAAAAAANY/c299l5i0EyY/s320/Image116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SeyPYf2Eq5I/AAAAAAAAANg/NCPp5i5Njt8/s320/Image117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Those five broken panels match the size of the unlucky guy so chances are, he broke them on the way down. Initially, I thought that he fell because the panels broke off but that's highly unlikely. Furthermore, his pants were badly torn which is impossible if was a simple fall. It looked quite serious as he didn't show any signs of life. Paramedics came soon after and tended to him. I think he was still alive at that point of time as he was taken away by an ambulance. I really hope he makes it. Seeing someone die isn't exactly nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   The boys in blue took quite a while to arrive at ground zero. In that time, the ever so efficient cleaners and security guards at Tampines 1 cleaned up debris and washed off all traces of blood, effectively removing all traces of evidence there. "Good job" guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-7957983043378505563?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/7957983043378505563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=7957983043378505563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7957983043378505563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7957983043378505563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-thats-what-you-call-nightfall.html' title='Now thats what you call nightfall'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SeyPYJly9aI/AAAAAAAAANY/c299l5i0EyY/s72-c/Image116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-8746215763771716731</id><published>2009-04-18T03:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T03:59:00.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soo irritating, you'll kill yourself</title><content type='html'>I'm bored right now and I've decided to make a list of the most stupid, pointless, irritating songs ever known to mankind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets start off with Barbie Girl by Aqua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="255" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v2149453&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed height="255" width="400" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v2149453&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ketchup Song - Las Ketchup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="255" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v2155801&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed height="255" width="400" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v2155801&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tarzan &amp;amp; Jane - Toy Box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="255" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v2150779&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed height="255" width="400" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v2150779&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Axel F - Crazy Frog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="255" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v21465300&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed height="255" width="400" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v21465300&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macarena - Los Del Rio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="255" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v2161711&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed height="255" width="400" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v2161711&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Too Sexy - Right Said Fred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="255" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v25681762&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed height="255" width="400" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v25681762&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calcutta - Dr Bombay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNYwqK5j5-o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNYwqK5j5-o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Butterfly - SMiLE.dk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_qwUS8Uqjg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_qwUS8Uqjg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm certain that you would want to kill yourself after listening to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-8746215763771716731?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/8746215763771716731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=8746215763771716731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/8746215763771716731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/8746215763771716731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/04/soo-irritating-youll-kill-yourself.html' title='Soo irritating, you&apos;ll kill yourself'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-2039261679220688353</id><published>2009-04-14T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:29:39.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TP or not TP, that is the question...</title><content type='html'>   This year had been total crap for me so far. However so, things seem to be getting better recently. I'm finally out of that hell hole of a JC and on my way to a poly. Second chances are hard to come by, but fortunately for me I'm starting to get a second chance for everything and I'm really thankful for that. After what happened, I think I can die happy already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-2039261679220688353?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/2039261679220688353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=2039261679220688353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2039261679220688353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2039261679220688353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/04/tp-or-not-tp-that-is-question.html' title='TP or not TP, that is the question...'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-4346239664910028360</id><published>2009-04-10T01:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:28:35.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock out with your c**ks out!</title><content type='html'>When it comes to spending money, I'm terrible at it. Ok fine, I admit I'm no downhiller. Just a pure XCer. Well I'm gonna get more serious about it with these:&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Sd4uNUrfscI/AAAAAAAAANQ/SZFqCu_510Y/s320/Image113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Hey hey, guess who got some SPD shoes?? Well these shoes burnt a hole in my pocket. Actually it's more like a raging inferno in my pocket or an out of control forest fire. You'll be shocked to find out how much SPD shoes cost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Well, I had a go with them on my bike a few hours ago. Mind you it wasn't pretty. Forgetting to unclip myself at a traffic junction can be very frightening. Let's see, in my brief test ride, I nearly killed myself countless times, crushed my balls and nearly got run over by a car. All in a day's work eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-4346239664910028360?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/4346239664910028360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=4346239664910028360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4346239664910028360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4346239664910028360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/04/rock-out-with-your-cks-out.html' title='Rock out with your c**ks out!'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Sd4uNUrfscI/AAAAAAAAANQ/SZFqCu_510Y/s72-c/Image113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-6643276502033537546</id><published>2009-04-05T16:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:00:11.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspension travel is NOT a substitute for skill</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UIQWg6M2J10&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UIQWg6M2J10&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I wanna do before I die:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take part in the Red Bull Rampage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, taking part in it my jolly well be the last thing I ever do if you know what I mean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;"&gt;Fortunately for me I've got both BRAINS and BALLS, a rarity. Unfortunately for me, the chances of doing something like this(anything mildly close to this for the matter) in boring little Singapore is absolutely nothing. Give me a downhill bike, a proper place to train and a carton of red bull and I promise you my lifespan would be halved. Oh yeah... Bring it on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-6643276502033537546?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/6643276502033537546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=6643276502033537546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6643276502033537546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6643276502033537546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/04/suspension-travel-is-not-substitute-for.html' title='Suspension travel is NOT a substitute for skill'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-2426986526366684752</id><published>2009-04-04T01:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:48:08.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let em rip!</title><content type='html'>  What do you get when you put two bored poly kids on bicycles?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SdZKbdNwH7I/AAAAAAAAANI/bWzMnbbdr5Q/s320/DSC00184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Khairul's bike is a Proton T-Bolt. Thats right, it's a Proton. The same Malaysian car manufacturer that we all know and 'love'. See Khairul, I warned you that mountain biking is addictive. Don't blame me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-2426986526366684752?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/2426986526366684752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=2426986526366684752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2426986526366684752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2426986526366684752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-em-rip.html' title='Let em rip!'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SdZKbdNwH7I/AAAAAAAAANI/bWzMnbbdr5Q/s72-c/DSC00184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-858434004941985114</id><published>2009-04-01T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:38:21.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This ain't no April Fool's joke</title><content type='html'>   While people are having a hell of a time pulling off April Fool's pranks on others, I was in a world of my own. Went down to MJ's office today with my dad to sign a withdrawal form. I'M FINALLY FREE!!! To all those still stuck in MJ, SUCKERS!!!! HAHA! Ok.. I'm kidding.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Everyone seems to question my decision, both JC and Poly people alike. To tell you the truth, going to JC is one of the biggest decisions I have made so far this year. I have been trying to get out of MJ since the first day of orientation. All my appeals have failed right up till my fifth attempt. Quite a number of people know how much I wanted to go to poly when I was in TK. It's quite shocking for them to find out that I actually ended up in a JC. Actually, going to MJ might actually be a blessing in disguise for me. Had I gone to SA or CJ, I'll be having a helluva time and I probably won't realise that I actually belong in a Polytechnic rather than a JC. Seriously, this is what I want to do and I'm certain that I'll only be happy if I get to do it. Going to a JC to pursue an A level cert is just a waste of my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   As much as I hate MJ, I do actually feel sad that I'm leaving for good. Well, I might dislike the school but the people there actually made it a rather nice place to be in. I'm gonna miss everyone there especially those in 09S403, the floorball team and also all those i've made friends with during my brief stay in MJ. Thanks for everything, everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-858434004941985114?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/858434004941985114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=858434004941985114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/858434004941985114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/858434004941985114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-aint-no-april-fools-joke.html' title='This ain&apos;t no April Fool&apos;s joke'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-124127976877461604</id><published>2009-03-23T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:43:04.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saints Are Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xLDqcL0kERg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xLDqcL0kERg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   When Bono joins forces with Billie Joe Armstrong, their voices make an immensely powerful song. This is a must watch video. Basically, this is an idealistic view on what could have possibly happened if the US concentrated all of its efforts in saving people instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   The invasion of Iraq in 2003 took a little over a month. People in New Orleans live in trailers 3 years after Hurricane Katrina struck. Even up till today, New Orleans isn't fully rebuilt after 4 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Americans... Politically correct?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-124127976877461604?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/124127976877461604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=124127976877461604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/124127976877461604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/124127976877461604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/03/saints-are-coming.html' title='The Saints Are Coming'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-7666877839680853786</id><published>2009-03-20T21:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:44:56.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi corazon esta colgando en tus manos</title><content type='html'>   The ch&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;let was simply eye opening for me. Well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; did enjoy myself though I would prefer &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aving less smoke getting blown into my face. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;an't I have a little fresh air?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Well, I'm not feeling exactly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;appy right now. In fac&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the word shitty seems to describe my mood rather well. Am I really that useless? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have always wanted it for so long but I'm nowhere near in achieving it. Will I ever be able to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;o it? So much time was given to me yet it took me so long to realise what I wanted. I admit I'm very late to it. All the more reason why I don't think I can do it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;p till today, I don't even have a rough idea on what my chances are even. I always long to have another chance to do something right. I was given that chance but I did the stupidest thing ever. No, I didn't screw it up, I just let it slip by totally. The worst part is that I don't even know why I did that. I'm in pain right now but anything that I do will just make things worse for me. Sitting around and doing nothing really sucks but what choice do I have? It's hard. It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ust to damn hard. Maybe it's a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;hidden message&lt;/span&gt; from God asking me to give up. But I can't do that either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-7666877839680853786?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/7666877839680853786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=7666877839680853786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7666877839680853786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7666877839680853786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/03/mi-corazon-esta-colgando-en-tus-manos.html' title='Mi corazon esta colgando en tus manos'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-2751524718561862272</id><published>2009-03-16T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:10:27.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Elephant!</title><content type='html'>    The male toilet is separated into two distinct parts, the cubicles and the urinals. Usually if you wanna pee, you just head on to the nearest urinal. If you wanna release a stink bomb, you'll go to the cubicle. Simple yet effective. This is what I came across today;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Sb0_6WR1bKI/AAAAAAAAANA/PtSV2A7gw_I/s320/Image111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    It's a urinal in a cubicle! And the point of this is? I wonder if this even qualifies as 'chindogu'. I mean it's totally pointless. If you're gonna make a cubicle, why not put a toilet bowl as well so that you can shit too. I do admit I find this rather amusing and unique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    On another note, the school holidays. Why the hell do you consider it a holiday if you give us a fucking hell lot of homework?? Isn't the point of a holiday is for us to have a break from our studies? Homework is KILLING ME!!! I'm literally drowning in the sea of papers and books. Ok... I'm lying... I have yet to start on my homework. In fact, I don't know what homework I have. What I do know is that I have a hell lot of homework waiting for me. Arghh.. this is totally fucked up... I'm screwed and I know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-2751524718561862272?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/2751524718561862272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=2751524718561862272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2751524718561862272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2751524718561862272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/03/white-elephant.html' title='White Elephant!'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Sb0_6WR1bKI/AAAAAAAAANA/PtSV2A7gw_I/s72-c/Image111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-5875595123179027792</id><published>2009-03-09T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:43:45.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrifyingly  Caustic Medicine (TCM)</title><content type='html'>    Globalisation is a force that cannot be stopped. Even  Traditional Chinese Medicine is not spared. The days of herbs and countless hours of boiling is long gone for they now come in sachets like this;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SbUVhq2ftjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/W3UNF7XSA6s/s320/Image109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Fret not, it still has the same puke in your mouth taste as before minus the time wasted brewing it. All you have to do is to conveniently (sense the sarcasm here) rip open all 25 (seriously, it's that many packets for one stupid cup) or so packets, empty the contents in a cup and add water. Viola! And you get a cup of muck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SbUXG_Uq5FI/AAAAAAAAAM4/u2GRlStbHPQ/s320/Image110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Thick, brown and smelly. It's just like mashed up shit mixed with water. Yum... The aftertaste lingers on in your mouth for hours. Unfortunately for my, my mum swears by TCM so I doubt I can run away from it. I rather stick to pill popping. It's much easier and much less painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-5875595123179027792?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/5875595123179027792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=5875595123179027792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5875595123179027792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5875595123179027792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/03/terrifyingly-caustic-medicine-tcm.html' title='Terrifyingly  Caustic Medicine (TCM)'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SbUVhq2ftjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/W3UNF7XSA6s/s72-c/Image109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-7703460620515322688</id><published>2009-03-08T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:29:31.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out! (in an Aussie accent)</title><content type='html'>   Check out my not so new toy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SbOonvArPOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3QjrvMqCT6c/s320/Image109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   It's a Sony Ericsson K850i. It's my sister's old phone actually. She got a new one so she kindly donated this to me. Old as it may be, it's still a couple of weeks newer than my Nokia and it's much more feature packed. Right now, it's only a fancy paper weight with a 5 megapixel camera on the back. Need to get it fixed first...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Life in JC, one word to describe it. SUCKS. I've got no time to do anything I like. Little did I expect JC to make my already boring life much more boring. There's just nothing to blog about these days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-7703460620515322688?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/7703460620515322688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=7703460620515322688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7703460620515322688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7703460620515322688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/03/check-this-out-in-aussie-accent.html' title='Check this out! (in an Aussie accent)'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SbOonvArPOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3QjrvMqCT6c/s72-c/Image109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-5199950353529536316</id><published>2009-03-03T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:16:09.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast and Furious! Kitaa! Drift, drift, drift!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7UPEVeBYlQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7UPEVeBYlQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   This video is super cool. Actually the only reason I find it cool is because I'm on it between 1.28 and 1.33! This was taken during the race and man was I GOOD. Even managed to pull off a little drift on the way out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-5199950353529536316?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/5199950353529536316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=5199950353529536316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5199950353529536316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5199950353529536316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/03/drift-drift-drift.html' title='Fast and Furious! Kitaa! Drift, drift, drift!'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-1598354919202331169</id><published>2009-03-01T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T01:58:42.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unlucky number 530</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Salqu2ei9BI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5uS5g-xd0ik/s1600-h/Image104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Salqu2ei9BI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5uS5g-xd0ik/s200/Image104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307890988963001362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   This bloody thing cost me the whole race. Fairly large group (10-15). Four 'pro' cyclists with sponsors. I managed to get a firm grip on 5th position and I even managed to get a brief taste of 4th. I was way ahead of the 'normal' people but nowhere near the 'pros' which is astonishing for me. I'm GOOD! 2 laps to go, I was on relatively flat gravel road when I heard a loud metallic clang followed by the inability to pedal. My bike swayed to the right and the bar-end got caught on the netting of the safety barrier effectively throwing me off my bike. Good thing I'm skilled at falling down or that would have been nasty. Checked my bike and realised that my front derailleur was bent and was caught on the 3rd chainring. After shouting out "FUCK!", I limped back to the starting line to retire. The guy in 5th position caught up with me only half a lap later. Not bad huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Went to the shop near my house and got myself a new XT front dee. Hopefully I have the financial resources to dress up my bike so that I'll be much more competitive next time.&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Sal63mJCaCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jGIVM3P6wpQ/s320/IMG_0551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better luck next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-1598354919202331169?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/1598354919202331169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=1598354919202331169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/1598354919202331169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/1598354919202331169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/03/unlucky-number-530.html' title='unlucky number 530'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/Salqu2ei9BI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5uS5g-xd0ik/s72-c/Image104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-2897471839000523592</id><published>2009-02-28T00:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:50:35.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banjir beb</title><content type='html'>   Collected my race kit earlier on at the Crowne Plaza at T3. Apparently, I'm not entitled to one of the goodie bags so the only thing I received is my race bib and a lousy t-shirt(ugly but surprisingly comfortable).&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SagWXV4daoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OD-wgGaZf0Y/s320/Image098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky number 530 yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  There's like only 25 people participating in my category and most of them come from Assumption English School. A few poly students and a couple of ITE people. I'm the only JC participant. Hopefully the competition isn't too tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SagXacNTbAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/kyZ3e8r8JYM/s320/Image101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Ah well, if you can't beat them with speed, beat them with style. I'm certain that I'm gonna be the most colour coded competitor. Black, Blue and White FTW!!! I specifically got blue and black GT gloves to match my bike. Coincidentally, my MJ PE t-shirt is white and blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sf8LRoYfVrs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sf8LRoYfVrs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   This was taken yesterday and it so happens to be one of the sections of the race. It better dry up before the race or I'm screwed. Well, I need to be really lucky to get even a podium finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-2897471839000523592?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/2897471839000523592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=2897471839000523592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2897471839000523592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2897471839000523592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/02/collected-my-race-kit-earlier-on-at.html' title='Banjir beb'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SagWXV4daoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OD-wgGaZf0Y/s72-c/Image098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-873831556043806109</id><published>2009-02-25T19:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:03:06.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Karma bites off a chunk of you butt</title><content type='html'>Injured arm + Bike race on saturday = Impending doom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-873831556043806109?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/873831556043806109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=873831556043806109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/873831556043806109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/873831556043806109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/02/injured-arm-bike-race-on-saturday.html' title='When Karma bites off a chunk of you butt'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-6966039962939320517</id><published>2009-02-20T20:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:28:22.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikey bikey bikey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SZ6iSYcKbvI/AAAAAAAAALw/OKUbjyytXBk/s1600-h/20090227-Poster-v4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SZ6iSYcKbvI/AAAAAAAAALw/OKUbjyytXBk/s320/20090227-Poster-v4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304855847770943218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   The Singapore Mountain Bike Carnival is on next weekend! I can't wait for it! I'm pretty much interested in participating in the Short Track School Challenge. I'm gonna represent MJ if I do take part. I suppose most of you have no clue on what I'm banging on about. Well, it's gonna be a race which is somewhat like the Olympics XC race. The route is a rather short mostly gravel route(less than 1km). After the mass start, you must cycle around the route for 10mins. In that 10mins, you cannot be lapped by the race leader or you'll be eliminated immediately. After 10mins, all hell breaks loose for the survivors as they'll have to complete 3 more rounds. The person who crosses the finish line first claims the price(in this case, honour as there's no money for the school challenge). I want to take part as this is a great opportunity to prove myself and it's also an opportunity for me to represent MJ in something. I am severely disadvantaged though as I don't have any competitive mountain biking experience. Also, my GT weighs a tonne and my Raleigh is total crap. I do wonder if I'm able to claim anything good from this. Will it even be reflected on my testimonial? If I do participate in it, PLEASE support me! After all, its glory for MJ I'm talking about! Come on MJ people! Join me in this event. I'm sure there are other bike aficionados in MJ. If you're interested do visit the webpage of the event&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://singaporemtbcarnival.com/"&gt;http://singaporemtbcarnival.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Registration ends on Monday so act fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-6966039962939320517?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/6966039962939320517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=6966039962939320517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6966039962939320517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6966039962939320517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/02/bikey-bikey-bikey.html' title='Bikey bikey bikey!'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SZ6iSYcKbvI/AAAAAAAAALw/OKUbjyytXBk/s72-c/20090227-Poster-v4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-5905426255394774369</id><published>2009-02-17T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:32:52.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI, my name is much cooler than your's, your's and your's</title><content type='html'>    Yo people! Great news, I'm a floorballer! Well, that's how I'm gonna waste my time for the next one plus year instead of dedicating my time to studies.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   09S403's time table sucks big time. Lessons till late in the afternoon practically everyday. I seem to like Geography(wanted to take H2) and GP. Sadly, I can't say the same thing for Physics and Math. Econs looks promising though, as long as that ah mah who can't pronounce for nuts(Ng I think) isn't the lecturer. Malay sucks as usual(no surprise there). Obviously, I should have been in the Arts stream instead of Science. I did appeal to CJ and SA arts. Ah well, what choice do I have. Guess I have to live with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au revoir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-5905426255394774369?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/5905426255394774369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=5905426255394774369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5905426255394774369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5905426255394774369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-people-great-news-im-floorballer.html' title='FYI, my name is much cooler than your&apos;s, your&apos;s and your&apos;s'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-6771004928713565678</id><published>2009-02-14T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:41:53.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?</title><content type='html'>   Try saying that to your date on Valentine's night and the chances are, it's gonna be just you and your hand for the night. Happy Valentine's Day/Singles' Appreciation Day(SAD)!! For almost all guys, Valentine's day is as scary as armageddon as it involves parting with money. It also involves the impossible task of pleasing a girl. It's no easier with the fact that almost all guys have no clue on what women want(Sadly I'm guilty). It's soo much easier to stay single...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   On another note, I'm not doing too well in MJ. I just don't fit in that well. I mean yes, my CG is really fun and I'm quite okay with the place. It's just that the ambience is not right. During breaks, I find myself sitting in the canteen, surrounded by my classmates who are busy mugging their asses off while I'm listening to my ipod while playing FIFA on my PSP. Even now, I have yet to touch any of my tutorials at all. I know I won't survive. I need a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-6771004928713565678?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/6771004928713565678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=6771004928713565678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6771004928713565678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6771004928713565678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/02/voulez-vous-coucher-avec-moi-ce-soir.html' title='Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-6425923775348635524</id><published>2009-02-11T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:01:50.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>veni vidi vici their asses!</title><content type='html'>    Who knew I was talented in hitting a little ball with a stupid stick. I mean I could have gotten into SA via hockey. Floorball is essentially a form of hockey, only with a plastic stick and a hollow ball. I might be a little too violent and aggressive for floorball though. Trials was great for me. Outsprinted, outscored, outmanouvered and outmuscled the opposition. I even ran backwards at the last few meters of the 400m sprint in an reflex attempt to mock the others(really sorry guys). I do admit I'm an ass for doing that but I tend to do idiotic stuff when I feel good. I actually see myself joining floorball unlike some other CCAs such as rock climbing and choir. Speaking of rock climbing, they just called me to inform me that I've been accepted but I turned down their offer.&lt;div&gt;   ODAC interview... I spoke as though I really really wanted to join it and I've got a feeling that I made it through. I do feel bad as I might be depriving others who really wanna join ODAC of their spaces. Went through other trials such as squash(awful) and shooting(quite good according to them). I skipped my choir second audition as I don't think I'll ever join it. I mean I find it rather... gay...(no offence though). I just hope I really get into floorball as every time I'm super confident, things don't go my way. Happened for the O's. Happened for posting. I shall be a good boy so that my life doesn't get screwed up any more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-6425923775348635524?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/6425923775348635524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=6425923775348635524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6425923775348635524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6425923775348635524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/02/veni-vidi-vici-their-asses.html' title='veni vidi vici their asses!'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-7177384178286590549</id><published>2009-02-09T20:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:11:15.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka Ku Ta! I am a Taxi driver!</title><content type='html'>   Instead of staying in school like most good MJ students, what did the guys(most) of 09S403 do? Well, we escaped early and headed off to Tampines Mall for lunch at BK(when we could have gone to White Sands instead). Messed around at Toys"R"Us when I came across this;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SZAwX_Op1UI/AAAAAAAAALU/ApHzfvLdTf4/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Radio controlled TAXI!!!! OMG OMG! IT COMES IN COMFORT CAB BLUE AND CITYCAB YELLOW!!!! Got the pict off the net as I forgot to take one just now. But yeah, which sad sad, deprived, unambitious kid will want this?? I can picture this scenario whereby a parent is asking his child what toy he wants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father: Ah Boy ah! You want this monster truck or this helicopter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;The boy looks at the boxes held by his father before quickly pointing at a neat pile of boxes(obviously untouched), with the ever so embarrassing merlion (vomiting water) printed on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: I want that one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;The father was puzzled as to why his son wanted a lousy taxi when any and every toy was much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Father: Boy ah, you sure ah? Taxi no good one leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Boy: I want I want!!! I want to drive taxi! I want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Seriously, when will that ever happen? Who cares if it has 'high speed', 'flashing lights',  'light up wheels', 'fine tuning for front wheel alignment' or any of that nonsense. IT'S A BLOODY TAXI FOR GOODNESS SAKE! It can't get any more uncool than that. The company which makes such rubbish toys deserves to go bankrupt and get wiped out from the face of the earth. It's not as if taxis in Singapore are things that the country should take pride in! At this point, I shan't talk anymore lest my blog gets banned and I get sued&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Still, it's a TAXI! Like WTF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-7177384178286590549?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/7177384178286590549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=7177384178286590549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7177384178286590549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7177384178286590549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/02/instead-of-staying-in-school-like-most.html' title='Ka Ku Ta! I am a Taxi driver!'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SZAwX_Op1UI/AAAAAAAAALU/ApHzfvLdTf4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-2157413787093103163</id><published>2009-02-08T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:46:54.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camade camade</title><content type='html'>Oh dear, looks like I'm in MJ for good. Ah well, guess I'll have to live with it. Let me start by psyching myself to like MJ... I LOVE MJ!!! GOO MJ!!! MJ ROCKS!!!! GO 09S403!!!!&lt;div&gt;  Gotta stay positive. No more slacking or I'll be retained for sure. Next up, choosing my CCA. Really difficult since MJ CCAs aren't that interesting. Well, soccer is out as it's pure madness. Guess I'll try out ODAC instead since I fit the bill. I can't put choir as one of my choices unless I wanna get into more shit that I've already been through since I got into MJ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-2157413787093103163?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/2157413787093103163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=2157413787093103163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2157413787093103163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2157413787093103163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/02/camade-camade.html' title='camade camade'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-463456458324382119</id><published>2009-02-04T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:20:25.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vidi vici? I came, I saw, I hit him right there in the jaw</title><content type='html'>   MJC has been terrible for me. The first two days were CRAP! Especially the first day. I mean who the hell wants 4 hours of lectures on the first day of school?? The second day was almost as bad but I escaped at 11 plus so it wasn't that bad. I don't really like the school and I'm in the wrong stream. To make matters worse, I might be in the choir. The choir audition went extremely well... so much so it's a bad thing. I'm almost certain that I got accepted. Oh man, I NEED to get out of MJ.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Went to CJC to appeal there. Mind you that's like the most frustrating thing I have ever done. Imagine going all the way there, fill up a impossibly stupid form, getting lost photocopying your testimonial and then when you've done all that the guy nonchalantly tells you that you need the original O' level cert to verify the 'authenticity' of my photocopied version. Fucking frustrating considering the fact that I had to rush home to get it and come back by 5 pm. Thats $24 worth of cab fare! Did see some TKsians and Joseph there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Initially, I intended CJC to be my backup plan should SA reject me again (bound to happen) but after talking to Joseph, I seriously feel like going to CJC instead. The building may be old but I still prefer the environment over MJ's. Either ways, I'll gladly go to any one of them instead of staying at MJ. No offense to MJ die hards though. MJ is a good school. And Joseph, you better stay put in CJC or I'll go to your house and slaughter you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-463456458324382119?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/463456458324382119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=463456458324382119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/463456458324382119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/463456458324382119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/02/vidi-vici-i-came-i-saw-i-hit-him-right.html' title='vidi vici? I came, I saw, I hit him right there in the jaw'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-258748216258222007</id><published>2009-01-31T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:22:05.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets set things straight</title><content type='html'>   Alright people! I'm gonna appeal out of MJC(Science) into SAJC(Arts). I feel super dumb for putting MJC as my second choice and should have put SAJC Arts as my second choice. If I did that, I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. I don't see the point of me going into a Science stream yet all of my JC choices (except 3rd choice) are Science. In actual fact, going into Arts stream would be a better choice. If you're in SAJC and you happen to be an unattractive female, please appeal out because there are much better schools out there and you'll do better. If you're some hot chick, STAY PUT!!! (Ok, I'm kidding. No offense) But seriously, if you're in SAJC but don't want to be there, PLEASE appeal out so that there's room for people like me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   The thing about MJC, don't get me wrong, it's an exceptionally good school but it's just not the school for me. I mean I know I won't survive there. I'll just buckle under the strain. I do agree with what used to be on Ilyas' blog about MJC science being a dumping ground for rejects of other JC. I'm not being an asshole or a motherfucker like what Ilyas thinks because there is truth to this claim. I mean there are countless people who do not want to have anything to with MJC yet they are still posted there (such as me). It's puzzling to see people who don't want to go MJC get posted there whereas people who are willing to trade off their kidneys for a place in MJC get posted off to some other JC like TPJC for example. So if my appeal to SAJC is successful I'll be opening up a space in MJC science for someone who deserves it more than me. I'll be happy and the lucky chap who gets my place will be happy. This can only happen if someone in SAJC successfully appeals out to the JC of his/her choice. So everyone is happy. You see, it's a chain effect SO APPEAL OUT TO THE SCHOOL OF YOUR DREAMS PEOPLE!!! LETS MAKE EVERYONE HAPPY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Hmmm, I need a good panning shot of myself doing some air at the BMX trail for my blog title background. Question is though, who in the world is gonna do that. My feet are becoming suspiciously fairer. Either that or the rest of my leg is becoming darker...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-258748216258222007?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/258748216258222007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=258748216258222007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/258748216258222007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/258748216258222007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-set-things-straight.html' title='Lets set things straight'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-2993737853868239649</id><published>2009-01-30T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:39:53.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  Oh man, it's true. I'm in MJC... Ah well it isn't too bad. I can't believe the cut off for SAJC dropped to 8! I mean aren't the cut off points for JC supposed to increase after the abolishment of the first 3 months loyalty thing. How in the world did the opposite happen? Right now, I don't know if I should try to appeal to SAJC. I mean I really like SAJC but I'm afraid that the distance might affect me. I don't fancy reaching home late at night and leaving for school in the wee hours of the morning. I'm certain that I'll absent myself from school frequently like what I did in TK. But then again, I'm not too sure about MJC either. I know the limit to my capabilities. I know I can do well but the main problem is that my performance is inconsistent. I've got this feeling that I won't do well for J1 and I'll get retained or kicked out. If I don't have the motivation to study, I won't study at all. Same thing happened in the O's and look what happened. Even SA doesn't want me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-2993737853868239649?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/2993737853868239649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=2993737853868239649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2993737853868239649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2993737853868239649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-man-its-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-8577055513347321398</id><published>2009-01-30T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:15:10.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh god NO!!!</title><content type='html'>   I just did the dumbest thing ever. Out of sheer curiosity I attempted to log into MJC's school portal. I wish I didn't as I successfully logged into it. MY NAME WAS DISPLAYED ON THE WEBSITE!!! Bloody hell... I'm in the school I don't want to go! WHY SA, WHY!!!?? NOO!!!! By right I should be able to get into SAJC! Oh man... I hope this is just a false alarm... I'll know for sure at 8am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-8577055513347321398?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/8577055513347321398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=8577055513347321398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/8577055513347321398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/8577055513347321398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-god-no.html' title='Oh god NO!!!'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-6022744294935766134</id><published>2009-01-24T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:41:17.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because I JIZZED IN MY PANTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SXsX8Zn2_RI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AvIeteeAgvU/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SXsX8Zn2_RI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AvIeteeAgvU/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294852113341807890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SXsX8q9DpLI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mq3wNCrmvSM/s320/Untitled1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   The resemblance is uncanny. The pose was meant to replicate something else but this is way funnier. I just realised that I look super retarded in pictures especially when I purposely strike a pose. Maybe I'm naturally retarded looking? If you live under a rock and don't know what all of this is about, here's the link for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;amp;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;amp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   On another note, the Tour de Est (part II) was completed today. Went pretty well though the turn up was rather undesirable as several people couldn't make it at the last minute. Had quite a lot of fun though. I just hope Sherwin uploads the video of Faris having 'fun' as soon as possible. I highly recommend you watch that as it is uber hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   World's Most Amazing Videos is currently one of my most favourite TV shows. It never fails to make me cringe especially when someone smack's his head against the wall or snaps his arm into two. I mean it's gross but kinda addictive. It somehow manages to make me fear for my face when I go mountain biking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-6022744294935766134?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/6022744294935766134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=6022744294935766134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6022744294935766134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6022744294935766134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-i-jizzed-in-my-pants.html' title='because I JIZZED IN MY PANTS'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SXsX8Zn2_RI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AvIeteeAgvU/s72-c/untitled3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-4298898316399079880</id><published>2009-01-18T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:55:34.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour de Singapore again</title><content type='html'>   Oh yeah, my new bike sure got me hyped up. Starting to learn new tricks like the lazy hop and wheelie(not that good yet). Coming up next, Tour de Singapore!! Yup, I'm planning yet another one. The last one was great so why not do it again before JC starts? I mean there's only 2 weeks left. Join me people! Do not waste time lazing around at home doing nothing. The Tour de Singapore's gonna be fun and at the same time a little exercise for you lazy bums. If you have a bike, any kind, be it XC, AM, DH, BMX, hybrid, kids' bike(BMX in other words) or even a stolen piyo piyo, come join us. It's most probably gonna be on next weekend so if you're interested, get in touch with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-4298898316399079880?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/4298898316399079880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=4298898316399079880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4298898316399079880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4298898316399079880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/01/tour-de-singapore-again.html' title='Tour de Singapore again'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-1494776345425842780</id><published>2009-01-17T22:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:23:15.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T ride my bike with no handle bars</title><content type='html'>   Contrary to popular belief, It is almost impossible to ride a bike without handle bars as I found out yesterday after the handlebar of my newly made hybrid Raleigh came off. In case if you don't know, I'm not referring to riding a bike without holding on to the handle bars. Mind you, even a toddler can do that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SXHvdbXYbcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GqbtMaiHfGQ/s320/Image081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   The label on the handle bar of my new bike seems to agree with me. Yes, you read it correctly. I got a new bike!! You must be thinking that I'm one of those crazy idiots who have multiple bikes for no apparent reason. In my defense, my M20 is a hybrid and is strictly for road use and my Avalanche is strictly for off-roading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   At a mere $700, my GT Avalanche 2.0 is a superb deal. Deore RD, hydro brakes... Can't get any better than that. Other shops are selling the 3.0 version(much, much, much lousier) for $700 also. The matt black paintwork of the frame is uber cool. I wonder if it's able to evade military radar. Only problem is, I've got sweaty palms which means I can't touch the frame unless I want to leave a large oil-like patch on it. I'm gonna have a hard time cleaning it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SXH0pk38srI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qvSufUhy8QU/s320/Image078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In stealth black, as I call it. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SXH0qDI2kRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yCRjTGSPtkg/s320/Image079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hydraulic disc brakes. Similar to the ones on motorbikes. It's way too complicated for me to service by myself (thats saddening for me since I'm a do it yourself guy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SXH0qcY5QMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XqQn5R4DLXE/s320/Image080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't hang it on my wall unless I want brake fluid to leak and mess up my floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Can't wait to go for another trail bashing with it. Maybe I'll go tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-1494776345425842780?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/1494776345425842780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=1494776345425842780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/1494776345425842780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/1494776345425842780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-ride-my-bike-with-no-handle-bars.html' title='I CAN&apos;T ride my bike with no handle bars'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SXHvdbXYbcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GqbtMaiHfGQ/s72-c/Image081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-5177599557814681767</id><published>2009-01-16T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:53:47.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The invaders must DIE!</title><content type='html'>   People tend to say that a few years down the road, your O' level results won't matter. I can't agree with that more. In fact, I've upped the ant. I already don't give a damn about my O' level results. I just hope that there are more people I know who are going to SAJC. I don't wanna be a loner.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   On another note, I went a bit mad and went on a spending spree. Modded my bike a little.&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SXC2bA0mvYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EZ5yWzKasJU/s320/Image077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  My M20 in touring configuration. Now available with RED wheels!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Took it out for a spin just now. Quiet ride but super bumpy since I was running it at a much higher pressure than the old tires. I think my average speed shot up. On the way back from soccer training, I kind of nearly died after the handle bar came loose. Thats the bad thing about using a twin bolt stem instead of the more expensive quad bolt ones. Fortunately for me, I was slowing down at the red lights then. I would have been screwed if I was going at full speed. All I'm left to do with this bike is to change the handle bars to flat bars and swap the suspension fork for a light weight rigid one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I might be getting a new bike soon though. So I might end up spending my money on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tschau &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-5177599557814681767?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/5177599557814681767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=5177599557814681767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5177599557814681767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/5177599557814681767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/01/invaders-must-die.html' title='The invaders must DIE!'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SXC2bA0mvYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EZ5yWzKasJU/s72-c/Image077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-8815567008363375983</id><published>2009-01-15T03:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T03:13:53.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SW44ADZ9qhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZEvULcA8B8Y/s1600-h/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SW44ADZ9qhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZEvULcA8B8Y/s400/Image074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291228185772272146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nuff' said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-8815567008363375983?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/8815567008363375983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=8815567008363375983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/8815567008363375983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/8815567008363375983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/01/nuff-said_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SW44ADZ9qhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZEvULcA8B8Y/s72-c/Image074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-3795221279039781847</id><published>2009-01-15T02:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T03:17:12.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weighed down with words too overdramatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  Firstly, I wanna thank everyone who showed concern. I'm okay now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I've made peace with my results. It's not great but it's not too bad either. I found this in one of my posts during the O' Level period; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't give a damn about the O's. It sucks. If i perform well for the O's, its just a miracle. I never listen in lesson, I don't do homework, I'm always absent from school, I never revise and I don't prepare myself for any papers until the day before it. I don't see how its possible for me to score. Why should I even bother&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I've come to a realisation that the only reason for my undesirable results is myself. It's my own fault. With the measly effort I actually put in, it's a miracle that I even scored 6 distinctions. It might be too late to do anything about the O's but I still have a chance to make things right before the A's. Instead of studying, what was I doing? Surely watching episode after episode of Friends isn't the right thing to do at such a time. What was I thinking?? Complacency and sloth really cost me a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   SAJC open house... Makes me wonder why I ever considered TJC. Alright, I admit it's a wee bit far but hey, there's a direct bus from my house(service no 8). Love the school though. The environment is great and the people there seem alright. I was a little disappointed that there wasn't as many super hot girls as promised but it is the open house. I just have to wait for the full force. I kinda imagined it to be something like TP's business school. HAHA!! Ok, I'm starting to sound like a horny, deprived pervert. Well, I am a red-blooded male. I do wanna try out for the rugby and football team though I don't think I'll be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Akmal, Siddiq, Faris and I then proceeded to Vivo City to kill of the remaining time that we had. Vivo city should put up directions to the nearest ATM machine. Could have save me quite a bit of time as I was forced to roam around the seemingly never ending shopping centre only to find one at Harbour Front Mall next door. Ate at banquet, wasted time staring at Sentosa and played some games at the arcade. We also explored some National Geographic store. That probably is the coolest store I've been in. Lots of cool stuff that you can never find anywhere else. I mean even the concept of the store itself is unique. Sad to say that I strongly believe that it's only a matter of time before it closes down. People go in it only to observe the items on display and leave empty handed. Kind of sad that we'll probably go our separate ways after we're posted to our respective schools. Hopefully we'll keep in touch. Soccer perhaps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-3795221279039781847?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/3795221279039781847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=3795221279039781847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/3795221279039781847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/3795221279039781847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/01/weighed-down-with-words-too.html' title='Weighed down with words too overdramatic'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-2442607837131425013</id><published>2009-01-12T20:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:35:00.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in a moment</title><content type='html'>   Disappointed? That's not strong enough to describe the way I'm feeling now. Today's possibly one of the worst days in my life. Its a reenactment of the prelims, only this time it matters. Clearly, I'm not satisfied with my results.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English Language                                                 A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combined Humanities                                            B3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography                                                          A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mathematics                                                       A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Additional Mathematics                                          A1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics                                                               A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry                                                           A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malay                                                                 B3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malay (Oral)                                                        MERIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L1R5 - 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Sure, there's a lot of A's. 6 to be exact. But tell me what's the point in getting 6 distinctions when 5 of them are A2's? Seriously, it can't get more frustrating than this. So close yet so far. The O level's is rubbish. I mean all my grades are twisted. I expected more A1's especially from subjects like English, Physics and Geography. I can't believe I got A1 for A Math, a subject I expected to fail. Is this god's way of punishing me? If it is, it sure hurts a hell lot. Goodbye TJC and VJC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-2442607837131425013?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/2442607837131425013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=2442607837131425013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2442607837131425013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2442607837131425013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/01/stuck-in-moment.html' title='Stuck in a moment'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-4829351407214438503</id><published>2009-01-09T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:08:45.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket full of shit</title><content type='html'>   It feels totally weird to go back to school after so long especially during lesson time. I kinda miss being in school though I would give lessons a pass. No, I didn't go back to see the teachers. Just paying the street soccer court a visit. The school court is as rough as ever and I even got a souvenir in the form of friction burns on my knee. Didn't play for long as everyone arrived an hour late (So much for the SMS reminders) and the fact that we had to attend Friday Prayers. Had lunch at Kembangan and headed off to Akmal's place for a round of PS3 gaming. Went to Simpang for even more soccer after that with Shariff and Chang Tat. Appparently, the holidays is all about soccer for me and it's seriously getting dull.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Shaun tagged me for another lame ass quiz. I'm gonna skip my usual protests and get straight to doing it. I must admit it seems rather interesting and besides, I have nothing better to do at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Press forward for each  question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it  doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tag 5 people to ask them to do  this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bold the questions and with the answers, give your own comments on  how it relates to the questions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't Call Me Baby - Madison Avenue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yeah... I'm no kid OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somethin' Stupid - Robbie Williams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Oh crap! That soo doesn't sound good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm not guilty. I have a clear conscience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Will you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stickwitu - The Pussycat Dolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Errr... That must be a yes. Maybe with that special someone I have yet to find?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What's your best friend's theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer Night - Lil Rob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My best friend is no party animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What was primary school like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smooth Criminal - Alien Ant Farm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I was a good boy lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heard Em' Say - Kanye West&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Say whaaat!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What's in store for this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give It Up to Me - Sean Paul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WOO!! I'm getting lucky this weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What song describes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shut Up - Black Eyed Peas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WTF! Ok... I admit that I do need to shut up more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shut Up - Simple Plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OMG!! F*ck lah! bloody coincidence. My grandparents aren't noisy la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How is your life going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breaking My Heart - Michael Learns to Rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wah lao eh! Maybe there's some truth to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All Around The World - Lisa Stansfield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;People around the world will mourn for me!! That can only mean that I'll be rich/important/famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ass Like That - Eminem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Well, the world can kiss my ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You have a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dirrty - Christina Agulera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Umm, what has happy got to do with dirrty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realize - Colbie Calliat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;They have yet to realize how nice and amazing I am. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful Girls - Sean Kingston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OH YEAH! I'm a chick magnet. Only the beautiful girls lust after me. Ahh, don't blame them. How can they ever resist my Hamsem face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When You Say Nothing At All - Ronan Keating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WTF!! K fine.. I get the point. Am I seriously that noisy to warrant 3 indirect "shut up"s in this quiz??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't Lie - Black Eyed Peas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Eh come on lah. I'm no liar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Need A Girl, Part 1 - P.Diddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Perhaps a baby girl? First I need a woman to make one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok... That was stupid but surprisingly fun. Don't mind doing it again though. I don't even listen to most of the songs here actually. Not gonna tag others though. If you wanna do it, go ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-4829351407214438503?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/4829351407214438503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=4829351407214438503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4829351407214438503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4829351407214438503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/01/bucket-full-of-shit.html' title='Bucket full of shit'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-2358132087177738318</id><published>2009-01-07T23:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:48:31.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The End!(Almost)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  It's official. The results are coming out on the 12th of January. The difference between doomsday and results day is that we know the date of results day. I really wanna go to VJC but that's never gonna happen. Also, I just had my first O' Level results nightmare yesterday. I got 16 points and I was crying my eyes out. Damn, it felt soo real. Kinda starting to regret slacking my ass off the past two years. WHY DIDN'T I PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Personally, I HATE doing these stupid quizzes. I'm only doing it as I've been forced to. Besides, I don't have anything to do now so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who was the person who tagged you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siddiq and Faris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Relationship between you and them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squadmates, Schoolmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your 5 impressions of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faris: Cheapskate, Short, Slacker, Immensely unfit, Friendly&lt;br /&gt;Siddiq: Rich, Unpredictable, Unstable, Mad, Dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;f they become your enemy, you will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faris: Smash his computer so he can't watch any porn.&lt;br /&gt;Siddiq: Kick him in the dick. (I wouldn't need to aim at all. HAHA!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What would you say to the person you like very much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the situation. Probably something stupid as I might chicken out.(Yes, I admit I'm a wuss)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Characteristics I like about myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ability to eat like a pig and drink like a camel without gaining a single ounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ability to shoot down almost anyone with my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My superhuman memory for stupid/useless things. eg. Cars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Characteristics I hate about myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My 5 mins attention span&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attention to detail (well not always a bad thing though)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geekyness (I'm not a total geek btw)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My laziness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My inability to remember anything useful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For the person you hate, you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;You worthless piece of shit. How in the world did you manage to live this long without anyone killing you off? Why don't you take a staple gun and staple your mouth shut cos everything that comes out of your mouth is just noise pollution. Why don't you do yourself and everyone else a favour and just kill youself. Donate off your organs and limbs to people who need them. You never served any justice to them anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What do people around you feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a nerd?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celup?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talk too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a he-bitch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know actually. Ask someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your crush(es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there is someone. I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pass this to ten people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ima choose randomly from my links...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ilyas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ameera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shaun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sherwin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Akmal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Muntaquim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nadia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Judith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yong Quan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jin Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If 5 &amp;amp; 7 were together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh?? Really?? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who does 5 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=D... I could say it out loud but he'd kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What colour does 9 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea at all. Go ask him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Say something about 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice, smart, pretty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who is 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurul Ameera Aminuddin. Don't be fooled by her innocent looking face. She is the devil himself in disguise as a short, white Jap girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Talk about 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shaun Tan. The King He-bitch. He has a razor blade for a tongue. Aspiring journalist (like me). Really funny especially when he jacks the people around him(esp Faris). Bottom line is, he's a really nice guy who's willing to help anyone who's in need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who's 10's best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yong Xi!!! Actually I don't know. It should be Gwen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who's the sexiest among all 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The matter of fact is, I'm sexier than all of them combined. HAHA!! just kidding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has got to be Akmal. I mean look at the guy on that butt! LOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What colour does 4 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea at all. Go ask him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Is 4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your relationship with 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends, schoolmate, teammate(Hulk City FC!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are 5 &amp;amp; 6 best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope. Good friends maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9's surname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ng. See! I know eh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7's nickname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn. I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Say something to 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let the TV control your life!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Say something to 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey man, thanks for the soccer invite that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who does 1 admire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ronaldinho!! He even replicated his teeth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Where does 1 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In front of a Mosque in Pasir Ris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10 of them know who you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siao ah! tell all 10. 3 of them(I think) knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Say something to 6 when you see him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop touching guys. People think I made you that way. Tell them its Samuel Ng's fault!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10's spouse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;What!? Rubbish question...&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok... That took a long time. Happy now Siddiq??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-2358132087177738318?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/2358132087177738318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=2358132087177738318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2358132087177738318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/2358132087177738318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s The End!(Almost)'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-4295210212574387663</id><published>2009-01-05T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:17:58.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not a question but a lesson learned in time</title><content type='html'>Nothing much has been going on in my life. Its either rot at home or injure myself playing soccer. Today was an exception though (well not that much to be honest). Just guitar lessons with Shaun followed by a round of PS3 gaming at Akmal's. And Akmal, really sorry for messing around with your facebook account. No harm intended. Went to play soccer (If you can even call it that) at some empty plot of land near Akmal's place. The style wasn't exactly my cup of tea but it was a worthwhile experience. Didn't go play futsal at ECP with the others as I already made plans with Shaun much earler. You see, I don't ditch my friends so I couldn't go play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On another note, the release of results is horrifically close (though I don't know when exactly). Spent quite a fair bit of my sleeping time mulling over where I should continue my education at. I'm rather inclined towards a JC but I'm not ruling out going to a Polytechnic. I do aspire to go to VJC but what are the odds of that happening. I don't mind TJC too but it's no easier to get accepted by them. Come to think of it, it's alright for me to choose an arts combination since I plan to be a journalist in the future. However so, I think it's safer for me to stick to a cross combi. I'm just hoping that a miracle happens and I get 6 points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-4295210212574387663?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/4295210212574387663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=4295210212574387663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4295210212574387663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4295210212574387663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-not-question-but-lesson-learned-in.html' title='It&apos;s not a question but a lesson learned in time'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-6467890831454742213</id><published>2009-01-01T13:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:46:14.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two double O' nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SVxVa18X3kI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_p-P4w3Qbh8/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SVxVa18X3kI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_p-P4w3Qbh8/s320/Image072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286193982271381058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   2008 has come to an end. It's really scary how fast time passes. Before you know it, it'll be the end of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   Marina was super packed but watching the fireworks was a worth it. It's almost impossible to describe the magnificence of the fireworks display. Totally mind blowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-6467890831454742213?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/6467890831454742213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=6467890831454742213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6467890831454742213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6467890831454742213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-double-o-nine.html' title='Two double O&apos; nine'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SVxVa18X3kI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_p-P4w3Qbh8/s72-c/Image072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-4147617156792002617</id><published>2008-12-29T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:54:54.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes are the nipples of the face</title><content type='html'>   4 hours of football... Way too much. My fingers are swelling and I have a massive headache. I seriously think I need a few days off. There's nothing much to do anyway. Just movie after movie. It's really boring sitting around at home doing pretty much nothing. I should add some colour to my life.&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   O' Level results coming out really soon. Only problem is, nobody seems to know when exactly. Everyone seems to give a different date. So far I believe its gonna be somewhere between the 5th and 15th January. Unlike everyone else, I haven't had any dreams(or rather nightmares) about the results. Guess thats a good thing eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sayonara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-4147617156792002617?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/4147617156792002617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=4147617156792002617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4147617156792002617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/4147617156792002617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2008/12/eyes-are-nipples-of-face.html' title='Eyes are the nipples of the face'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-8242133044298132942</id><published>2008-12-24T19:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:53:16.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A WHAT IN A BOX???</title><content type='html'>   Forgot to get a Christmas present for your partner? Or you just don't know what to get? Fret not. Justin Timberlake has the most simple and perfect gift idea for you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WhwbxEfy7fg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WhwbxEfy7fg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I'm not saying you should do this. If you are, I have nothing to do with it. Just be warned that thing may get ugly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Merry Christmas to all. Don't bother saying it back to me as I don't celebrate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxZ0pLfg7ho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxZ0pLfg7ho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Downhill riding, a sport that captured my interest. I really want to give it a shot the reality of that ever happening is little to none. The equipment costs a bomb. Firstly, I would need a DH bike. Something like one of these;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SVIjilRpwJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rks3fL3eZUM/s320/GT+DH-i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SVIjiwEosyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/g0ttkNtHRPk/s1600-h/dh21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SVIjiwEosyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/g0ttkNtHRPk/s320/dh21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283324392785883938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Mind you they don't come cheap. The white one (Polygon) costs a mind blowing $4680. Its not even a cream of the crop bike! Other than that, I'll need equipment such as a Full-face helmet and body armour(No, not the kind medieval knights wear). The only way I can afford it is when 5 grand falls from the sky and lands at my feet or I could kidnap Santa Clause and hold him for ransom. Then again, even if I have the cash, Singapore doesn't  have any proper downhill tracks. So there goes my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I can however get into dirt jumping. I think it will satisfy my hunger pangs for adventure just as well as downhill riding. Furthermore, there's a proper place to do dirt jumping somewhere near where I live. Even then I'll need a new bike as my XC bike is way too fragile. Good thing dirt jump bikes aren't as psychotically priced as DH bikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Its about time this XCer leaves his comfort zone and branch out to the other mountain biking disciplines. Whatever it is, XC will remain as my choice of cycling discipline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-8242133044298132942?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/8242133044298132942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=8242133044298132942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/8242133044298132942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/8242133044298132942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2008/12/forgot-to-get-christmas-present-for.html' title='A WHAT IN A BOX???'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SVIjilRpwJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rks3fL3eZUM/s72-c/GT+DH-i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-7938447031425326924</id><published>2008-12-22T17:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:07:42.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When boredom turns to stupidity then to insanity</title><content type='html'>    Woke up in the morning to day feeling that I should try out something new today. So, I decided to go mountain biking(nothing special there). Only this time, I decided to try out a little dirt jumping. I never tried it before as I lacked the proper safety equipment and also the proper bike for the job. Thinking with my butt instead of my head, I did it anyway. The price for over exuberance, Pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SU9k5OsQCuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VGyB3qGpCNA/s1600-h/IMG_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282551822287899362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SU9k5OsQCuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VGyB3qGpCNA/s320/IMG_1006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    My super manly Hugh Jackman like legs got much manlier with blood on it. Not exactly very fun to experience. Went home in a whole lot of pain to clean it up. Man, antiseptic stings like a bitch. Once I was patched up(still in pain though) I did what other would deem insane and went out to wreck more havoc. What I spent the rest of the time doing;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fgqxeT7Z4lU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fgqxeT7Z4lU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Alright, that was super embarrassing especially the second take. Seriously, I had nothing better to do and it's much more fun than lazing around in front of the computer. It's much steeper than it looks and the lack of run off space makes it hard to do. Now, if I can find a flight of less steep steps, I probably could ride up them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SU9k5Y1ODJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/MaOhHOCutOs/s1600-h/IMG_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SU9mSHAqtiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CyRrJH1jgCs/s1600-h/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282553349234406946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SU9mSHAqtiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CyRrJH1jgCs/s320/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooliganism damages the surroundings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SU9ixsruC8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ItV80BgXjsA/s1600-h/IMG_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282549493876526018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SU9ixsruC8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ItV80BgXjsA/s320/IMG_1019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot's stamp of approval. That's what I look like when I' m feeling mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bis dann &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-7938447031425326924?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/7938447031425326924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=7938447031425326924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7938447031425326924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/7938447031425326924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-boredom-turns-to-stupidity-then-to.html' title='When boredom turns to stupidity then to insanity'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SU9k5OsQCuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VGyB3qGpCNA/s72-c/IMG_1006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-107442865676316453</id><published>2008-12-19T02:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:20:59.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye for now, so long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;   Benedict if you're reading this, I'm really sorry I couldn't see you off earlier on. My alarm clock failed to wake me up as usual (it's the clock's fault. It only has one thing to do and it can't do it right). Have a safe flight no wait, you would have landed by now. I'm sure that you'll have a helluva time hitting on dem Aussie babes. Have as much fun as possible before you return to the sunny little island(I think its sunnier down under) called Singapore for death or NS in other words. BMT is waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   On another note, I went to play soccer at simpang today(Yes, AGAIN). Seriously, I have nothing better to do. The holidays suck. Nothing to look forward to. Also, Shaun just offered to give me guitar lessons (thanks a whole load man!). Hopefully he has the know how and the patience to tutor me. Itching to watch Gossip girl right now but the next episode is in January. Ah, another episode of Heroes is waiting for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-107442865676316453?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/107442865676316453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=107442865676316453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/107442865676316453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/107442865676316453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-for-now-so-long.html' title='Goodbye for now, so long...'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-1631941915749922511</id><published>2008-12-18T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T01:29:44.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the going gets tough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;   I'm really enjoying the holidays.... NOT!! During the O' Level period, I was looking forward to the holidays expecting to have a helluva time. Little did I expect that I would spend most of my time dying at home. My body clock's totally screwed up. I sleep any time between 2-4 am and averaging around 12 hours before waking up. I'm not looking forward for the following weeks since I have got nothing to do. Most of the activities that I wanted to do have already been completed on the first few weeks of the break. There is seriously nothing to do except play soccer and thats what I did earler on. I was reluctant at first as I just wanted to practice playing the guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Turns out that it was a fairly good day for me as my performance was phenomenal. I let in only 5 goals in 8 matches with 5 clean sheets in a row. It would be nice if I could play like that all the time. Also, someone was actually naive(stupid is a little harsh) enough to believe that I was 25 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  All that guitaring(if there's such a word) has left my fingers begging for mercy. Plainly, I suck at playing at it. Ah well, practice makes perfect. Perfection.Maybe one day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-1631941915749922511?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/1631941915749922511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=1631941915749922511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/1631941915749922511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/1631941915749922511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-going-gets-tough.html' title='When the going gets tough...'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-9028225390017927534</id><published>2008-12-13T15:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:39:51.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarksonius</title><content type='html'>"Supercars are supposed to run over Arthur Scargill and then run over him again for good measure. They are designed to melt ice caps, kill the poor, poison the water table, destroy the ozone layer, decimate indigenous wildlife, recapture the Falkland Islands and turn the entire third world into a huge uninhabitable desert, all that before they nicked all the oil in the world." - Jeremy Clarkson on modern supercars becoming 'greener'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SUNwu6qMJeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JUKZ1TOHc9Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SUNwu6qMJeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JUKZ1TOHc9Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279187139530860002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SUNwu6qMJeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JUKZ1TOHc9Y/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Yup, this is Jeremy Clarkson. He's an English TV presenter and journalist who specialises in motoring. He is best known for being the presenter for BBC's motoring show, Top Gear(probably my most favorite show). Basically, he's a 6 year old trapped in the body of a 48 year old. From the previous quote, you can tell that this guy is really outspoken and politically incorrect. What makes him different from most other reviewers is that he has no qualms in expressing his honest views on cars that he is testing. What I mean is that he lambasts the bad cars. His razor sharp tongue has put him in a tight spot more than once. He did run into trouble with the Malaysian government after his rather 'undesirable' review of the Malaysian Perodua Kelisa. In a written review, he stated that the name "Kelisa" sounded like a disease and was built in jungles by people who wear leaves for shoes. On television he said that the kelisa is "without doubt not just the worst car in its category, but in the world and is unimaginative junk, with no soul, no flair and no passion." Also, he made a video in which he bought a Kelisa and destroyed it starting off with a sledge hammer and moving on to bigger more explosive things. Here's the video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eE_JIRx9sik&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eE_JIRx9sik&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ah, the usual Clarkson lunacy. If I'm gona be a journalist in the future, I might want to learn a thing or two from him. Well, maybe not the controversial things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-9028225390017927534?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/9028225390017927534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=9028225390017927534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/9028225390017927534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/9028225390017927534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2008/12/supercars-are-supposed-to-run-over.html' title='Clarksonius'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SUNwu6qMJeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JUKZ1TOHc9Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914399554991075780.post-6820145229081392164</id><published>2008-12-12T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:25:36.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert title here</title><content type='html'>   Went out with some NSPS peeps just now. It's been ages since I last saw them especially Saaban (still as short as ever. Haha! No offense man). It was such a blessing that they wanted to meet up at Tampines which meant that I almost didn't need to travel at all. Had lunch at BK and headed off to Safra for bowling. I learnt the hard way that one should never ever wear a metal wrist watch while bowling. Injured my wrist almost immediately thus wiping out all hope of a good game for me. Couldn't even lift up the 11 pound ball without strain. We went to one of those board games cafes after that where we played Monopoly(ages since I last played that). Joseph was persistently shouting "MINE!" demanding payment every time a piece was moved even if it lands on someone else's property. Seriously, I've never had so much fun playing monopoly before. I believe Bernard felt the same way too as when we were about to leave, he was clutching his abdomen saying that he'd laughed too much. Left at around 6 as Joseph had to go home as it was his sis' birthday (Happy birthday Rebekah!). I'm starting to wonder, is it possible to ever finish playing a game of Monopoly??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Ok I admit, I'm feeling super bored. That is the only explanation for the previous paragraph. I'm trying to psycho myself into thinking that I can have as much fun in Singapore as I would have if I'm going overseas. I am totally stuck on this island while everyone is on holiday or at least going to. I don't even think there's a chance I'm going to Malaysia. Not even Johor! My sisters were talking about the Thailand trip my family went on last year and that made me feel utterly depressed. The odds of going anywhere is little to none as everyone is either busy with school or work. Besides, the economy isn't that great so it's wise to save a little. The next best thing for me is Globe Trekker on Discovery T&amp;amp;L. Thing is though, it clashes with the channel 8 drama that my mum always watches. Since she's my mum, I'm outclassed and relegated to my computer. To all those who went to an exotic/nice place or anywhere outside Singapore for the matter, lucky bastards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914399554991075780-6820145229081392164?l=xcer-zul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/feeds/6820145229081392164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914399554991075780&amp;postID=6820145229081392164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6820145229081392164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914399554991075780/posts/default/6820145229081392164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcer-zul.blogspot.com/2008/12/insert-title-here.html' title='Insert title here'/><author><name>Zul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533117668187771000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZyuYtsDvdM/SLqkssHVrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/inA2moRNCdM/S220/DSC00026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
