<?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-4129619</id><updated>2012-02-03T09:47:26.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ただ、君を愛してる・・・</title><subtitle type='html'>ALAN ZUKO, SG</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-618369972884801614</id><published>2011-11-15T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T23:04:58.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>最爱我的,被逼嫁给别人,离开了.我最爱的,最后爱上别人,也离开了.还有一个,说好一起共度一生,要我和她求婚,要生龙宝宝,结果发现暗地里和别人在一起,最终也离开了.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/618369972884801614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=618369972884801614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/618369972884801614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/618369972884801614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-3072290784929783256</id><published>2010-11-17T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:06:59.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You...You've been hurt.You've given chances.You've been hurt again.You wonder if breaking up is right.You wonder how is she doing.You miss her so much.You're such a silly fool...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3072290784929783256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=3072290784929783256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3072290784929783256'/><link rel='self' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=5942340928065646870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/5942340928065646870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/5942340928065646870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-7243628239883815231</id><published>2010-09-04T01:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T11:29:06.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Six Months Passed..Can't help but looking back with regrets. All the memories, all the happiness, all the smiles on her face, all nothing but the past. The only pieces that linger now are uncertainties and heartaches..One hundred and seventy three days of love.Vanished overnight.Is this real..?What exactly happened..?...Our 6th Month tonight, spent silently. No hugs, no kisses, no smiles no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7243628239883815231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=7243628239883815231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7243628239883815231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7243628239883815231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2010/09/six-months-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-8258327020774364016</id><published>2010-03-01T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:36:03.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's always depressing, regardless of friend or stranger, knowing that someone has cancer, and is in critical stages. What's worse, than hearing she is extremely depressed, looking so different from her old beautiful self, and had already given up all hopes? It is merciless, that fate always has to make its cruel choice, and that both me and you are only being fortunate this time round.My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8258327020774364016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=8258327020774364016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8258327020774364016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8258327020774364016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-always-depressing-regardless-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-8983373386702376133</id><published>2010-02-18T03:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T04:11:10.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>起初并没想那么多.但后来, 却发现.我真的爱上了,【下一站，幸福】愛情印象版法庭的捍衛小樂的床邊故事米修米修~以及, 好听的歌..Ciao.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8983373386702376133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=8983373386702376133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8983373386702376133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8983373386702376133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-8272228119877642926</id><published>2010-02-17T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:40:50.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>一直以来,看得太远, 忽略了最近的选择.想得太美, 错过有瑕疵的幸福.到底有谁, 哪一天, 能揭开我的真面目?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8272228119877642926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=8272228119877642926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8272228119877642926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8272228119877642926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2010/02/27.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-1977678052551731934</id><published>2010-02-14T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T02:29:45.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Valentines....marked one and a half years of freedom, enlightenment, and solitude. Eighteen months before, I was packing my luggage and moving out of her place. Blamed no one but myself for yet another meaningless encounter. Adding on to the score of being cheated once more.But this isn't about her.I grieved at the fact that, why must love be so complicated? Loving someone, doing little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1977678052551731934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=1977678052551731934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1977678052551731934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1977678052551731934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-valentines_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-5591184339416636432</id><published>2010-02-13T01:59:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T03:46:47.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Childhood..This word has no actual significance to me. By the time memories begun to retain themselves, all I remembered were anguish moments and disappointments. Perhaps that's when appalling images of him started accumulating..Before I even enrolled into primary school, I remember him waking me up early in the morning daily, like eight o'clock, just to buy breakfast and newspaper. The funny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/5591184339416636432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=5591184339416636432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/5591184339416636432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/5591184339416636432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2010/02/childhood.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/S3WiEgTSrMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/F2uptBx_U2o/s72-c/waiting+for+cousin+02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-917685016653097062</id><published>2010-02-08T01:26:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:11:04.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inspirational People....are those who can influence your mindset, alter your values, and transform your life, all by showing themselves as the best examples. For me to make it till this day, I owe to a certain few. And therefore I shall dedicate this post to those heroes of my life.Chia Sheng Ray.He may not know, but without meeting him again on our reservist three years back, I may very well </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/917685016653097062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=917685016653097062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/917685016653097062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/917685016653097062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2010/02/inspirational-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-7395922308880378663</id><published>2010-02-04T23:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:04:16.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You need to, or you want to?Most in our society couldn't differentiate the above anymore. Born to an average family, brainwashed with education and the great corporate lie, one hardly realise what he/she is trying to achieve. Money, the sole culprit, pushing everyone everyday, wasting years and years of youth away. And the saddest fact, none of us can live without it.Ever thought about dreams? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7395922308880378663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=7395922308880378663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7395922308880378663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7395922308880378663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-need-to-or-you-want-to-most-in-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-3158326185237066964</id><published>2010-02-02T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:41:42.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Institute of Banking &amp; FinanceCMFAS Examination, Module 6Securities Products and AnalysisResult : PASSAm quite proud of myself for scoring on my first try. Heard much rumors that the notorious has a 80% failure rate, and I'd only mugged for 3 weeks. Must be my lucky day.Finally endured through both Module 1A and Module 6. Time to dump my resumes at brokerage houses again, praying I'll have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3158326185237066964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=3158326185237066964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3158326185237066964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3158326185237066964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2010/02/institute-of-banking-finance-cmfas.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-301768170479907025</id><published>2010-01-24T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:02:07.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>某某人问我: "日常生活的你, 明明都是说说笑笑. 为何在网上总是那么悲?"听了后, 我笑了..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/301768170479907025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=301768170479907025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/301768170479907025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/301768170479907025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-3823233711168304735</id><published>2010-01-24T01:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:21:15.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>不失徐州, 何得蜀国?Losing something precious, is part of life. While it is understandable to grieve, it may be a hidden blessing in disguise. I lost many years of my youth, childish with drinking and playing a fool. Now, after a big roundabout, here I am, embarking on a new journey. Stock brokerage, a turning point of my life.Breaking up with her more than a year ago, is not a bad thing too. Learning to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3823233711168304735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=3823233711168304735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3823233711168304735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3823233711168304735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2010/01/losing-something-precious-is-part-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-3739287089038738013</id><published>2010-01-07T00:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:20:22.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you know that..1. I have fed enough strays to know that kitties actually prefer cheese over milk? Recalled a little experiment i did years back, placing a saucer of HL milk, a piece of wholemeal bread, and cheese. The kitty and kid gobbled up the whole cheese and starred at me. Now i know why Tom always chases after Jerry..2. I remember writing my first love letter when i was secondary one. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3739287089038738013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=3739287089038738013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3739287089038738013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3739287089038738013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-838295375748615828</id><published>2009-10-31T00:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:49:55.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There she was, hugging me from behind..As i turned my head and met hers, it was a scene that lasted. Angelic face, a faint smile, her eyes fading downwards like she's eyeing a bite on my neck.."Thank you.."She must had starred from behind for awhile. There i was, in formal clothing, sitting on a stool washing bowls and plates. Her mom was the owner of a hawker stall, and while her two daughters </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/838295375748615828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=838295375748615828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/838295375748615828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/838295375748615828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-she-was-hugging-me-from-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-3555092112418834987</id><published>2009-10-27T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T02:58:36.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2012.The ancient Mayans prophesized a full eclipse in 2009, and it happened. Now, next on the Mayans' list, they suggested a meteor shower or sorts, which signifies the end of civilization. Will it come true as well?Well, if they are right again, this is how its gonna be like..Three years is but a short time.If everything is coming to an abrupt end,What will you do?Assuming the catastrophe will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3555092112418834987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=3555092112418834987&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3555092112418834987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3555092112418834987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/10/2012.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-7638401711800161115</id><published>2009-10-22T01:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:04:38.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ten things i should have or have not done..1 ~Inin. Though she's the one i loved the most, i didn't give her my best, often taking her for granted, and this had became my biggest regret. If only i would persevere right till the end, and not being the first to surrender from our love triangle..2 ~I rejected my childhood buddy Qiwei's invitation to Taekwando when we were younger. We could have been</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7638401711800161115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=7638401711800161115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7638401711800161115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7638401711800161115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/10/ten-things-i-should-have-or-have-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-3181899708903372042</id><published>2009-10-14T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:33:31.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>怀念有人温柔地、用心地、帮我洗头的感觉…也喜欢一起盖被，一起害怕，一起看着恐怖片…</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3181899708903372042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=3181899708903372042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3181899708903372042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3181899708903372042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-7700040444509129853</id><published>2009-10-08T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:09:31.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does she know..?听了, 好痛..Can't help reminiscing the past..like what 苏永康 sang..旧爱还是最美..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7700040444509129853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=7700040444509129853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7700040444509129853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7700040444509129853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/10/does-she-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-8324673058079382559</id><published>2009-10-03T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:34:28.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mid Autumn.Amidst a handful of blissful weddings, lie deaths and falling leaves. Contrastingly, I witnessed three weddings and three funerals in the month of September. There were joy of old pals tying the knot, and the bitterness having acquaintances parting our world..Such irony.The Chinese believe in Yin and Yang. It is said all entities are represented by two extremes. When there is good, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8324673058079382559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=8324673058079382559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8324673058079382559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8324673058079382559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/10/mid-autumn.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-7823508074057611801</id><published>2009-09-26T11:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:31:12.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't love someone i can't Communicate with.One of the very basic foundation of a lasting relationship, but often neglected. Many chose to go along with feelings, end up in quarrels. Some may last a few years, but without proper communication, all start to fail..If she doesn't open up, its as good as gone.As a man, i seriously shouldn't bother with heart matters all the time. There are so many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7823508074057611801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=7823508074057611801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7823508074057611801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7823508074057611801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-love-someone-i-cant-communicate.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-6962616517848077029</id><published>2009-09-19T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:03:31.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Secret of My Success.Not all business founders have a silver spoon.Only a few went Harvard or such.Some even deep in debts..61 stories of great names; Bill Gates (Microsoft), Howard Schultz (Starbucks), Toni Mascolo (Tony &amp; Guy), Sir Richard Branson (Virgin Records, and all other Virgin establishments), etc. They are all ordinary people, with extraordinary passion to share.It is good luck to grab</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6962616517848077029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=6962616517848077029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6962616517848077029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6962616517848077029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/09/secret-of-my-success.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-7280730524090457351</id><published>2009-09-15T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:43:38.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Digged this from a friend's.A Professional MistakeYour alarm rings, signalling another brand new day. You get up, looking forward for another new day of challenge, another new day to learn. After washing up, you put on your office outfit, giving you that professional look, one that you believe many out there envy. Breakfast follows(perhaps), and you head off to your office. You’re one of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7280730524090457351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=7280730524090457351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7280730524090457351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7280730524090457351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/09/digged-this-from-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-525822488894697942</id><published>2009-08-27T15:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:16:57.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Regardless of who's on your mind.If you haven't truly notice.I'm always yours..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/525822488894697942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=525822488894697942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/525822488894697942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/525822488894697942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/08/regardless-of-who-is-on-your-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-198195250888338696</id><published>2009-08-03T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T03:51:03.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Days passed like seconds tickin.August came.It has been awhile..幸福是要争取的?There are times i feel so helplessly manipulated by Fate. Time and time again happiness crossed my path, and yet i can't reach out. Visions of blissful future engulfed my mind, and i know life can be so much more beautiful if i'm given a chance. But no..遇见, 却又不能与幸福总结?Watchin her eyes betrayin the happiness she tried wearin on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/198195250888338696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=198195250888338696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/198195250888338696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/198195250888338696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/08/days-passed-like-seconds-tickin.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-1206119023196130182</id><published>2009-05-05T02:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T03:37:53.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was down the past few days with serious flu. Skipped a few days of work. Am glad to be back to health..Seen some interestin sights these days.There is this old couple who will always visit STC on every race day. While the husband goes around buyin bets and watchin the races in excitement, the wife will be seated at her usual seat, tied. Yes, and i mean with nylon strings, unmovable..Cruel, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1206119023196130182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=1206119023196130182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1206119023196130182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1206119023196130182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-down-past-few-days-with-serious.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-1944891541240214007</id><published>2009-04-28T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:31:25.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It hurts each time, watchin an old couple lookin back at their precious wedding photos. It hurts so much, because i know, i may not live till 70s, with hair all white, and still have my true love by my side.Lookin at the quality of love these days, it saddens me so.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1944891541240214007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=1944891541240214007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1944891541240214007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1944891541240214007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-hurts-each-time-watchin-old-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-6424116051977582635</id><published>2009-04-08T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:00:44.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>你的歌声陪伴了我好多年.我会一直记得.阿桑, rest in peace..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6424116051977582635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=6424116051977582635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6424116051977582635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6424116051977582635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-2326886854903421341</id><published>2009-04-05T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:06:22.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I needa focus."That was the conclusion i came up with durin my routine jog awhile ago. How i love the slow tour around the neighbourhood at night, passin by the quiet shipyard, the rehabilitation prison, and the park. It provides a reality void for my thoughts to be congregated and provoked. A lifesaver, wheneva i have too much on my mind..I've clinched the part time at STC. In fact i'm already </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2326886854903421341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=2326886854903421341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/2326886854903421341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/2326886854903421341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-needa-focus.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-6664777936086632863</id><published>2009-04-03T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:50:32.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are you a devotee?Regardless of whichever God you may have faith from the bottom of your heart, the rest of the content may seem inappropriate or offendin.The sights i've seen of late, is rather disturbin.Over the centuries, religion seems to have taken a huge make over. From little churches, we now have infamous City Harvest. From little temples, we now have the flooded Guang-Yin and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6664777936086632863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=6664777936086632863&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6664777936086632863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6664777936086632863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-you-devotee-regardless-of-whichever.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-7472788892676124865</id><published>2009-03-29T15:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:48:06.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a crazy Saturday night.It was supposed to be a peaceful steamboat and drinkin session, but something went wrong in the midst and the birthday boy was drunk-ed in a record breaker of thirty minutes..All it took was a bottle of red wine and waterfall.I had my fair share of guilt makin life miserable for this poor chap, but i believe everything was paid off. Draggin him to the toilet four times</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7472788892676124865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=7472788892676124865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7472788892676124865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7472788892676124865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-crazy-saturday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-1762501202062793710</id><published>2009-03-20T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T02:43:22.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had my fortune told last night.The session was done with 紫微斗数, a readin based on mathematical calculations and astronomy, which housed an old history since the dynasties. A readin fit for a king only. Definitely better than poker cards, don't you think?For a brief description, 紫微斗数 consists of a chart with 12 different chambers, or 宫. They are the 命(life), 兄弟(siblings), 夫妻(marriage), 子女(child), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1762501202062793710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=1762501202062793710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1762501202062793710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1762501202062793710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/03/had-my-fortune-told-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-8311922623903746537</id><published>2009-03-16T01:29:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:21:41.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do boys and girls, fall in love?Do they see something in each other's eyes?Is it the thrill and adrenaline being together?Or because of the very same air both draw upon?There is no universal answer to my question. Or at least, that is my conclusion. But the crisis of couples breakin up and askin me the same old question over and over again, is somewhat exasperatin..Why did it die?Love is born</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8311922623903746537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=8311922623903746537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8311922623903746537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8311922623903746537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-boys-and-girls-fall-in-love-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/Sb1Jk_9inGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bpLcUDMegSw/s72-c/IT+show+crowd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-386787197979956721</id><published>2009-03-08T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:35:20.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Took a look around.A cramp room.No promisin career.Depletin saving accounts.Are those what i've been really fightin for?It is funny to see where i've landed on these days. Five years ago, i was still thinkin of clinchin a stable job and committin myself to corporate ladders after graduation. But a short two years four months in the army really opened me to reality. My family financial problem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/386787197979956721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=386787197979956721&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/386787197979956721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/386787197979956721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/03/took-look-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-1193893033007279955</id><published>2009-03-05T11:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:41:50.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Best Friend?Just as i am blessed to have many fine and carin pals, it came to me some nights ago that, i may not have a best friend.Even though i hang out most of the time, for meals, kopi sessions, karaoke, shoppin, or simply chill outs, somethin still lacks within me. I don't feel complete.What defines a Best Friend anyway?Someone to stick to all the time?Someone of the same frequency?Someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1193893033007279955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=1193893033007279955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1193893033007279955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1193893033007279955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-friend-just-as-i-am-blessed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-1681535552404729929</id><published>2009-02-25T00:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:43:29.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its a little random, but 1am,And Chu Jialin is still in meetin with her boss?Good luck, lol.I've been BUSY!Friday was spent runnin around the island meetin customers from East to West. All the time burned on trains readin books and travel fares sucked by the Government weren't really pleasant..Saturday was travellin all the way to Lews' office at Ubi to find out it is really friggin far. Not to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1681535552404729929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=1681535552404729929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1681535552404729929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1681535552404729929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-little-random-but-1am-and-chu.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-1829875477337269823</id><published>2009-02-20T01:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:24:06.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like my new songs?I've always enjoyed cantonese songs. Sometimes, they can really bring out some feelins mandarin words failed doin so. Tryin hard to pick up the language, though i seldom get to watch their dramas. Did my best learnin for a few ktv songs..I still prefer this original version than Wei Lan's.Speakin of ktv, i just did something really crazy.My friend and i were on webcam and mics,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1829875477337269823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=1829875477337269823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1829875477337269823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1829875477337269823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-my-new-songs-ive-always-enjoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-2162911398113787725</id><published>2009-02-15T14:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:05:07.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Valentines.Spent the whole Saturday noon shoppin. I was late for a minute, got punished to treat Elaine ice-cream :/ but she was nice enough to walk through shoppin malls just to find me some nice clothes, so it's worth it. Imagine i went Zara and Topshop, both lackin the sizes i need? For a moment i thought i wasn't goin to get anythin yesterday..But luckily Esprit had what i need. Total </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2162911398113787725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=2162911398113787725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/2162911398113787725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/2162911398113787725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-2051026991234229619</id><published>2009-02-12T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:28:47.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you believe in fortune tellin?Am still seekin someone who is the real deal. A few i've been to, some used poker cards, some only calculated the brief with my birthdate, some asked me too many questions instead. None passed my first stage.As a fortune teller, i expect them to, first of all, give me a detailed description of myself. If one manage to pin-point all my strengths and weaknesses till</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2051026991234229619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=2051026991234229619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/2051026991234229619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/2051026991234229619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-believe-in-fortune-tellin-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-6478683374602055115</id><published>2009-02-09T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:57:26.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Second chances.Some people never believed they exist. The rest, they just pray hard it will come along one day. How many times have the words 'If Only' rang in your head? We could have all done better, we knew. But it is always durin the aftermath when they will come across our minds..Life was never like a movie flick. We don't even meet an opposite sex and fall in love with each other at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6478683374602055115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=6478683374602055115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6478683374602055115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6478683374602055115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/02/second-chances.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-3799806676081283440</id><published>2009-02-09T01:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:00:42.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Met up with my poly mates yesterday.Here's a few pictures, before you guys complain.I seriously am a walkin photo disaster.Forgot whose good idea, me tryin hard to look pervert.A picture of everyone present that night.My best photo, don't mind the gamblin queen.We had steamboat, courtesy of our dear host, Mr LWS. Been awhile since we last met, or should i say, since i've last seen them. They </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3799806676081283440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=3799806676081283440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3799806676081283440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3799806676081283440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/02/met-up-with-my-poly-mates-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SY8XukznnaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/akXkIZkk5Xg/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-479561670000281609</id><published>2009-02-03T05:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T02:27:31.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a little story i wrote out of spur.When everyone else is studyin for their poly graduation exams, a young lady worked extremely hard with part-time jobs while jugglin between school and family. Her name is Jabelle..Obviously she wasn’t from a rich family, and the same goes for her childhood friend, Albert. They had gone through thick and thin together, includin that disastrous breakup </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/479561670000281609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=479561670000281609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/479561670000281609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/479561670000281609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-little-story-i-wrote-out-of-spur.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-2896117066668119504</id><published>2009-01-31T02:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:59:36.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight, there will be no waves of text.What i'll share, is a vid i happen to chance upon.Perhaps, you will enjoy it as much as i do.Trailer of 'The Secret'.I'll add an additional clip of Larry King interviewin Oprah, bout her past encounter with the elements of 'The Secret' itself.It does make sense.The winnin tile always come durin MJ wheneva i'm wishin hard.And bad things always happen to Jeff</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2896117066668119504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=2896117066668119504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/2896117066668119504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/2896117066668119504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/01/tonight-there-will-be-no-waves-of-text.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-8637245148348662987</id><published>2009-01-29T03:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:41:34.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feelin dejected..No, i'm not depressed due to the fact it has been 6 months since the breakup. Ever since we went our seperate ways, life has never been more colorful. I had my taste in businesses, and friends became dearer than they already were. But still, there is this huge gap in my heart.It is the lost of confidence in love..Take a look around. Aren't close friends or relatives been breakin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8637245148348662987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=8637245148348662987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8637245148348662987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8637245148348662987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/01/feelin-dejected.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-4859418704539026485</id><published>2009-01-28T02:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:26:47.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY 牛 YEAR!!So much for bein missin these few days. Its the festivals period, pardon me! Been doin alot of mahjong and gatherin and mahjong, if they mean the same. I'm still on my winnin streak, oh somebody stop me!Just kiddin before i start losin ^^Not an avid gambler, been playin 10-20 cents only, you do the maths ya? My best triumph was only 9 bucks in a round. The funny part is they usually</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4859418704539026485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=4859418704539026485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/4859418704539026485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/4859418704539026485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-year-so-much-for-bein-missin.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-184845981933505690</id><published>2009-01-18T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:59:52.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jomaine is a month old!That little rascal who got me sleepin so less the other night with her cries, is gradually growin! I think time will fly by really quickly and she's gonna be 5 years old soon. I'll be 31 by then. Wow..Can't imagine life after hittin the 30s.You know, sometimes we CAN predict our own future. All we need is our logical common senses. For example, as we gradually grow older </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/184845981933505690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=184845981933505690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/184845981933505690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/184845981933505690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/01/jomaine-is-month-old-that-little-rascal.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-2285433453229614719</id><published>2009-01-14T09:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T03:00:17.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feelin blue.Woke up really early by a customer.Made me wanna share this song with everyone..洗脸刷牙，早餐来不及..塞车算什么？扣薪水，老板了不起？又是加班下班搞得好累..根本没时间了只能睡..又一天 又一年..赚钱了不起？LOL, such a nice song isn't it?Must have struck the hearts of all workers out there.88.3 or 93.3 should have played it more!Anyway, i came across this online.Cute huh?Lookin at it makes me feel happy.Have a great week everybody!Ciao.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2285433453229614719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=2285433453229614719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/2285433453229614719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/2285433453229614719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/01/feelin-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-7159056780214132513</id><published>2009-01-13T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:20:43.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been busy these days!Nope, not with spring cleanin. My room is still infested with lotsa foreign items not known to the room's owner. Really need to start a clean up campaign these days. If only i can acquire absolute permission to clear away anythin that hinders my path..For those who didn't hear, i'm beginnin a little car wash job at nights. For the sake of some easy spare cash, i'll be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7159056780214132513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=7159056780214132513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7159056780214132513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7159056780214132513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/01/been-busy-these-days-nope-not-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-7586936157895613252</id><published>2009-01-06T04:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T04:20:48.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>仔细看,我竟然简简单单站在后旁多么多月突然有线曙光此刻颤抖却又如此坚强不是想象,我深信一切都是上帝赐赏拨弄裙子传来阵阵发香恰巧碰面却变约会一场畅游店商 漫天笑谈 彼此害羞地凝望眼神闪亮 心跳奔放 一生幸福的助长有种温暖 烙在手上 十指紧扣的征象简单大胆 坠入情网 吻她可爱的模样...突然,我紧抱被单张眼无视天亮回神细想现实并不慈祥起身瞭望一切重复凄凉隔夜梦..如此浪漫..却又如此酷残..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7586936157895613252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=7586936157895613252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7586936157895613252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7586936157895613252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-9157589164734191876</id><published>2009-01-04T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:51:34.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up to a call around 4am last night.Straight away i pulled myself out of bed, got changed, and bolted out of the door. Arrived at her place several minutes later, i realised the ambulance had already departed. The house became really quiet, with only me and herself, and her big brother..The person in the ambulance is my big cousy, Jocelyn.She had a massive lost of blood, grew pale and faint</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/9157589164734191876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=9157589164734191876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/9157589164734191876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/9157589164734191876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-woke-up-to-call-around-4am-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-6936103553020629680</id><published>2009-01-02T18:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T03:06:56.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2008 ended with the most unsightly and outlandish haircut i ever had.My usual salon was packed at the last minute and i had to visit the malay barber instead. NEVER will i EVER step into one again. Askin for a short trim and spiky hair, i ended with a schoolboy cut. Do they only know one friggin style?? Thank God he didn't give me a slope on the back, for a consolation..Well, time to cave in at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6936103553020629680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=6936103553020629680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6936103553020629680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6936103553020629680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-ended-with-most-unsightly-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-2197204989740183986</id><published>2008-12-26T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:13:18.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hohoho!Well, its the time of the year again. X'mas went past in a snap, 31st followin suit, and CNY will soon drop by. A season of festivals, and lesser work. Not a really great piece of news, especially after spendin bombs on presents and when the miserable pay is not sufficient to recoup. Worse if you have no basic salary like me..But guess if i can't win them, i'll join them =PChristmas Eve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2197204989740183986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=2197204989740183986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/2197204989740183986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/2197204989740183986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/12/hohoho-well-its-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-4539975565688107122</id><published>2008-12-19T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:20:56.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>19th December 2008.This is the date my cute little niece arrive to the world.Her presence today has already brought so much smiles to each of us.I believe she will grow up to be a wonderful lady thats gonna make a difference.Beloved biao jie and biao jie fu, congrats!How many of you read self-enrichment books? I have seen friends and strangers alike indulgin themselves with such collection of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4539975565688107122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=4539975565688107122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/4539975565688107122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/4539975565688107122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/12/19th-december-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-3572063585104547229</id><published>2008-12-18T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:35:40.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our Deepest FearOur deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?Actually, who are you not to be?You are a child of God.Your playin small does not serve the world.There is nothin enlightened about shrinkin so that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3572063585104547229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=3572063585104547229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3572063585104547229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3572063585104547229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-deepest-fear-our-deepest-fear-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-8421309605457894091</id><published>2008-12-13T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:55:03.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was over the papers for days.Today, i finally set eyes on the original video itself. Its leadin cast, Mr Craig Ewert, has brought much commotion in his homeland. Its content documented the travel of the Motor Neurone disease sufferer from Britian to Switzerland, and moments of him and his lovin wife..Before he completes his life journey via assisted suicide."If i go through with it and i die, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8421309605457894091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=8421309605457894091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8421309605457894091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8421309605457894091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-over-papers-for-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-4032603995534396325</id><published>2008-12-11T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:53:58.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can spend your whole life building,Something from nothing.One storm can come and blow it all away,Build it anyway.You can chase a dream,That seems so out of reach.And you know it might not ever come your way,Dream it anyway.Nice song isn't it?Mr R got my head spinnin really hard today. Brought me 2 scenarios, and i took the whole car trip to come up with decisions. But we ended up havin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4032603995534396325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=4032603995534396325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/4032603995534396325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/4032603995534396325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-can-spend-your-whole-life-building.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-6284332666073420778</id><published>2008-12-03T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:38:09.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been so busy!Pardon my lack of updates (if you are a frequent reader), time hasn't been merciful on me of late. Other than slackin workin on my job in the day, i have been busy with cousys and pals. For those who have been wonderin bout my job scope these days, it's really simple..Sales.Yet it is rather different from most sales positions, for i command no basic pay. So how do i earn? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6284332666073420778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=6284332666073420778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6284332666073420778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6284332666073420778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-been-so-busy-pardon-my-lack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-3640542221771861502</id><published>2008-11-26T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T02:17:04.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right or Wrong?How many ultra billion times have we heard or been asked the above. It appears that every human being has its own definition of whats good and whats bad. But seriously, who is to judge?For example, a r.s turned sour.From the gf's side of the story, the bf treated her badly, and she is considerin a break up. This new guy came into the picture, treated her very well, and she kinda </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3640542221771861502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=3640542221771861502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3640542221771861502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3640542221771861502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/11/right-or-wrong-how-many-ultra-billion.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-4609800741603276525</id><published>2008-11-25T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:21:52.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How true is fortune tellin?Tried a few times with some 'masters'. Heard the good, the bad, and the really lame and funnies. Even got molested by a gay once. Apparently none turned out to hold the answers i seek..Today, i met a 88 years old gramps with character. Not only was he humorous in his hokkien style, he also has the charm and wasn't afraid of offendin his visitors. I could see the respect</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4609800741603276525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=4609800741603276525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/4609800741603276525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/4609800741603276525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-true-is-fortune-tellin-tried-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-22253090861511602</id><published>2008-11-20T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:44:37.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, my mom made an important decision.She finally decided to divorce my father.Don't be surprise. One will usually advice not to break up the family, especially since the marriage had already been almost 35 years. But the fact all of us actually support the idea shows how incorrigible he actually is..Now i'll have to work hard for a house mommy and i can stay together after the seperation..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/22253090861511602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=22253090861511602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/22253090861511602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/22253090861511602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-my-mom-made-important-decision.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-1673494835939383972</id><published>2008-11-12T01:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:39:03.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With great power, comes great responsibility.So, where is my power?I recalled when i was still a CSO in StarHub. Workin with really great friends everyday, ktv and supper trips every other night. Carefree. Stressless. Happy. Those were the days. Now everythin seems so strangly unfamiliar..The day i was told my bro got into deep debts, it was never the same again.Apparently, i gave the situation a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1673494835939383972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=1673494835939383972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1673494835939383972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1673494835939383972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-great-power-comes-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-7278697424241174731</id><published>2008-11-07T02:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T03:56:14.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had never been disappointed as much.It ended really badly, entirely different from the future i thought i could foresee. Things turned so out of hand, i actually regretted gettin into a r.s for the first time. It shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have met her too..My 3rd ex girlfriend.When we first crossed path in May last year, she didn't give me a really deep impression. Didn't notice her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7278697424241174731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=7278697424241174731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7278697424241174731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7278697424241174731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-had-never-been-disappointed-as-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-5928528486362452443</id><published>2008-11-03T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T03:00:19.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is a travel.When you think everythin is set in your favor, Fate puts many curves in your path. You halt and hesitate at every corner, just as the goin gets rough. Even one small twist can bring an entirely different place, or reduce the journey by half..But at least you get to choose each turn as a consolation, and that determines your destination.I believe everyone has their own destiny. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/5928528486362452443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=5928528486362452443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/5928528486362452443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/5928528486362452443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-travel.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-7551638674064237532</id><published>2008-10-31T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:04:49.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sittin right here in my room, lookin around.I saw this hand print she left on the wall. The shirts she picked still hangin in my closet, same goes for those boxers she bought. Starrin at the very bed she once slept so innocently on, i still can't accept the fact 3 months have already passed. Time is really merciless..Nah, i'm not missin her. Just amused at the fact i once assumed she loved me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7551638674064237532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=7551638674064237532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7551638674064237532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7551638674064237532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/10/sittin-right-here-in-my-room-lookin.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-9053653997995247039</id><published>2008-10-28T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:46:49.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whats with horror movies?I have absolutely no idea why people around me dig such thrills. 8 bucks for a 2 hours session of high blood pressure and scare-the-shit-out-of-myself thoughts, is it really worth? Not forgettin the usual crappy plot we see at the end of the story. And the aftermath of watchin friends not darin to go toilet or take the lift alone is really lolable..Why people like to see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/9053653997995247039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=9053653997995247039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/9053653997995247039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/9053653997995247039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-with-horror-movies-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-3711429959850976183</id><published>2008-10-24T00:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T03:09:13.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>十月和雨季的配搭，好像并不友善。雨水的落下，心灵也跟着湿嗒嗒地乱想，理智都被淹没了。在这十月里，我证见了多少泪水，听见了多少心碎。一个个倒下，看着自己为了‘爱’而奋斗的理想一瞬间变成泡沫，她们都崩溃了..到底什么才是‘爱’？相信大家都一致想过。它，有如‘爱情’这科目的致命题。基本上，如果一生中没有个理想的定义，那几十年的寿命铁定不会幸福。但残酷地，就算你能完整的作出答案，也未必能品尝胜利。因为，‘爱情’始终不是单人项目。寻找一个对的‘搭档’，谈何容易..新加坡人的爱情，太乏味，太现实了。年轻时，双方因为暧昧而凑在一起。但不成熟的想法，总是能为了最无聊的‘在哪里’或‘做什么’而争吵。长大后，生活的烦恼一个一个现身。‘钱’和‘未来’，也开始成为能够分手的理由。其实，爱一个人，不就是完完全全地，关心她，照顾她，接受她，欣赏她，保护她，陪着她想要永远的在一起吗？是时代改变，还是我太老套？爱，</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3711429959850976183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=3711429959850976183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3711429959850976183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3711429959850976183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-7600208801845292065</id><published>2008-10-21T12:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:21:03.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever felt this miserable?Lyin on your bed, your head ticks away. Body sweats, but nose can't help sneezin. You wanna talk, but no voice nor breath to do so. You are hungry, but climbin out of bed is the last thing you wish to do. Worst of all, you pray there is someone beside to care for you, to touch your forehead and say "Everythin will be alright". But when you look around, you see no</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7600208801845292065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=7600208801845292065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7600208801845292065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7600208801845292065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-ever-felt-this-miserable-lyin.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-2329202179601514270</id><published>2008-10-19T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:26:16.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its the rainy season again.Sittin at Starbucks, watchin umbrellas sway in motion. Under each privacy for two, their faces reveal beautiful smiles. Against the loud droplets they whisper, utterin nothin but happiness i believe..Its the season for love as well.It must be the exam period too. Packed with books and lecture notes, everybody's muggin. Seems like i'm the only stress-less soul around. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2329202179601514270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=2329202179601514270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/2329202179601514270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/2329202179601514270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-rainy-season-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-8106871118993200506</id><published>2008-10-17T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:24:04.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does your heart still goes 'doki-doki'?How long has it been,Since you had this sizzlin hot fever?Do your heart still skip a beat,Face to face with the person you love?Still remember?The blush, when both 1st held hands.The comfy, durin the 1st hug.The nervousness, with the 1st kiss.The love, on the 1st night..For couples, its so important to find back the feelin of 'fallin in love' again, ya know?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8106871118993200506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=8106871118993200506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8106871118993200506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8106871118993200506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/10/does-your-heart-still-goes-doki-doki.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-7798506209632238308</id><published>2008-10-14T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T02:51:57.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What kind of shows catch your eyes?Its no secret what my favorites are. Pals who are close know i have a sick fetish. I totally dig sad stories. Best if its duper tears jerkin..Tonight, let me intro a few.01 - 1 Litre of TearsJust like the title suggest, a drama with lotsa cryin. This happy school girl, Aya, was leadin such a beautiful life. Until one day, illness struck. Imagine the day you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7798506209632238308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=7798506209632238308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7798506209632238308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7798506209632238308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-kind-of-shows-catch-your-eyes-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-8218482297701983075</id><published>2008-10-13T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:04:29.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heard of Jay's latest album?Let me share this particular song that really caught me.(Not sure if this is the actual mtv)周杰伦 - 说好的幸福呢As we know, Jay has too many meaningful songs.I personally have a favorite.And that is..周杰伦 - 黑色幽默A short post today.I promise the next will be really nice.Since it will be bout my favorite (emo) movies..Ciao.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8218482297701983075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=8218482297701983075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8218482297701983075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8218482297701983075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/10/heard-of-jays-latest-album-let-me-share.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-4830782674705743216</id><published>2008-10-11T02:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:32:20.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seriously, what is love?This has been the 83953923th time i've actually asked myself. Ever since i first bled for it ages ago, the counter has been tickin. But never once i had a confident answer..It always changes after each long chapter.In the past, i used to think i am a lucky chap. Met some really wonderful girls, and each always so happy and smiley with me. But i was young, i was inmature. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4830782674705743216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=4830782674705743216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/4830782674705743216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/4830782674705743216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/10/seriously-what-is-love-this-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-761282788243096451</id><published>2008-10-09T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:31:18.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been drizzlin these days..Do you love it? You can't head out without gettin wet, be it your hair, your face, or your shoe. You can't jog, can't swim, nor can you play ball too. But hey, i love rain. Lookin out of the window, at the tiny droplets comin down from the sky, it gives me peace. Starin at people runnin across the streets tryin to avoid gettin wet, always makes me smile. When we were</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/761282788243096451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=761282788243096451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/761282788243096451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/761282788243096451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-drizzlin-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-415172548120083496</id><published>2008-10-07T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T01:34:12.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like the current song in my blog?I can't help but repeatin it. Many thanks to my cousy Min-Gal for sendin me, its her 23rd bday yest! Same goes for Nel, 23rd today, who always get teased for comin out a day later. May them find meaningful paths down their life yaa. They are a pair of beloved cousys always..I've been dreamin quite alot recently.There were 3 parts of it last night. First of all, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/415172548120083496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=415172548120083496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/415172548120083496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/415172548120083496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-current-song-in-my-blog-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-5765183603022375331</id><published>2008-10-03T21:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:08:53.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My laptop is invaded by spyware!Gosh. For a person who doesn't appreciate anti-virus software, i seldom gets inflicted by virus and spywares. But no matter how hard i practise, funny files still get installed in my system without me knowin. Screw those virus/spyware makers..Well, at least my lappy is on the verge of recovery, shall not overwork it these days =PTADA~!A silly pic taken days back. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/5765183603022375331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=5765183603022375331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/5765183603022375331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/5765183603022375331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-laptop-is-invaded-by-spyware-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SOYfO9AMuGI/AAAAAAAAADk/augforT-av4/s72-c/bowlin+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-6095070755840844438</id><published>2008-09-29T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:35:15.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>午时，吴小姐说了一句话。"aiyo...u chg gf like chg underwear lor"原来，这是别人一直给我的评价..连多年朋友都如此认为，我何话可说？怪，只怪自己不爱让别人了解过去。恨，只恨自己只把回忆藏在这里..在此澄清，一生中只恋爱过三次的我，并不容易爱上一个人啊..今天，我的心，真的冷了。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6095070755840844438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=6095070755840844438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6095070755840844438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6095070755840844438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/09/aiyo.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-4388078569884045196</id><published>2008-09-26T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:30:06.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cathy Nguyen.Chance upon her vid in youtube, and god knows how much i love to hear her sing! Scanned through every single singin vids of hers, none failed to impress me. Furthermore, she sang my favorite song..Sweeet girls who play and sing like her doesn't exist in my life anymore. The guitar, the songs, the voice. You bet if anyone is ever gonna sing to me like that again, i vow to god i'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4388078569884045196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=4388078569884045196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/4388078569884045196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/4388078569884045196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/09/cathy-nguyen.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-1241307129205418201</id><published>2008-09-24T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T01:04:58.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She just initiated the break up..Is it good or bad..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1241307129205418201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=1241307129205418201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1241307129205418201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1241307129205418201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-just-initiated-break-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-6947102180883802546</id><published>2008-09-23T17:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:24:25.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do dreams come true?I dream alot at night. Sometimes they can be so real, i'll wake up in tears, smiles or sweat. A few of them occur in real life, when i can suddenly recall this exact scene happenin somewhere else, deja vu. The rest are usually so vague i won't remember the very next mornin..Recently i had one i wish it'll really come true.Other than catchin up with old friends whom have gone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6947102180883802546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=6947102180883802546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6947102180883802546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6947102180883802546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-dreams-come-true-i-dream-alot-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-5876563414148526600</id><published>2008-09-22T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T02:43:15.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love was never easy.The differences between 2 person can usually determine the outcome right at the start of any relationships. They are the main killers, as it takes more than just 'Love' to overcome any missin links in between. Compromisin is a nicer word of sayin 'i give in' after series of debates, and the relationship shall go on as long one side is still willin..Nowadays, i am havin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/5876563414148526600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=5876563414148526600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/5876563414148526600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/5876563414148526600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-was-never-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-7195934473643749312</id><published>2008-09-18T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:08:14.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life is a drama?True. Past showed nothin but hardships and sorrow. My closer pals, they know. Unlike some who were born with a silver spoon, i had a hard time earnin mine. Perhaps i'll take a little time elaboratin my story..To put it simple, my father didn't care bout the family. Not a single cent he gave since i was in primary. So poor mommy worked so hard for 10 odd years, just to raise me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7195934473643749312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=7195934473643749312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7195934473643749312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7195934473643749312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-life-is-drama-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-6754716648977111363</id><published>2008-09-12T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T02:47:22.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How time flies?It was as though yesterday that she was still loud and sporty with black hair. But now? Hair full of white, she walks with clutches. Yes, exactly 60 years older than me, my only grand parent left in this world..It was grandma's bday days back.I am actually totally disgusted with relatives from my father's side. Back stabbin, ill mouthin, even fought between siblings for my passed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6754716648977111363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=6754716648977111363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6754716648977111363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6754716648977111363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-time-flies-it-was-as-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-8092936636182239769</id><published>2008-09-09T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T02:44:49.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How absurd can things be?Just a night ago, someone claimed her love for me.Lesser than 12 hours later, she had another he.So much for a future called 'we'..Recalled there's this song.I find it nice.Sang my heart.So what exactly happened? Happened that i was havin a silly dream? A dream that got me wonderin? Wonderin if there is really a future? A future that consists of 2 person from 2 totally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8092936636182239769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=8092936636182239769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8092936636182239769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8092936636182239769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-absurd-can-things-be-just-night-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-8529204932989034262</id><published>2008-09-06T16:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:19:21.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If Fate is an entity, she's really impish.A personal definition of Fate is, it bein the chance of things to happen. Whether we grasp the moment or let it go, its another story. While things can be as shitty as the headline and its article, Fate really brings pleasant surprises too..Like how i met my 1st twin friends?I have no idea what i have done to deserve.2 absolutely sweet &amp; lovely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8529204932989034262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=8529204932989034262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8529204932989034262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8529204932989034262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-fate-is-entity-shes-really-impish.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-6529314450065479687</id><published>2008-09-03T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T02:04:31.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I truly apologise..To both my beloved friend,To their families,To all my secondary schoolmates..I have absolutely no idea how this place was found. The fact my words were bein made used irks me. Thoughts from my heart turned headlines, it hurts..I sincerely pray the authors will stop.Allow my friends to go in peace.Let us all tide through this tough time.I'll pray for their good deeds..I mean, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6529314450065479687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=6529314450065479687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6529314450065479687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6529314450065479687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-truly-apologise.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-526402953227769405</id><published>2008-08-31T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T13:39:18.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please..Cherish and Appreciate..Everyone and Everything..Just 2 posts ago, i mentioned how i dread deaths..Yet currently, i have 2 wakes to attend..Nicole Mok and Lin Mei Yan.Both sweet and beautiful ladies.Both are my secondary schoolmates.Both from the same class.Both met with car accidents on Friday night..Both left us on 290808..Nicole passed on in US. Her body will be flown back on Monday. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/526402953227769405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=526402953227769405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/526402953227769405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/526402953227769405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/08/please.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-8345528737050770303</id><published>2008-08-29T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:23:13.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had ktv the other day!It has been really long. Visited the latest Partyworld @ Liang Court. Pretty room, beautiful spot lights, and big LCD tv for searchin songs. Really sang our lungs out!1 of my fav songs,张智成 - 很想你But parkin @ Liang Court is really expensive, almost 10 bucks for a few hours. Doubt will frequent, unless i have cravin for japanese food or the double scoop Gelato ice cream i had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8345528737050770303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=8345528737050770303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8345528737050770303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8345528737050770303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/08/had-ktv-other-day-it-has-been-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-1519986239515618090</id><published>2008-08-23T12:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T13:34:23.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mandai Crematorium..A place we won't wanna be? Each time we step into that forsaken place, cries will be heard, tears will be dropped. We'll all lose someone precious..Joe flew back days back for his dad's funeral. I cancelled my mornin appointment to join him in the wake. Not much words exchanged, his heart was weary. Just a few pat on his back, hopin everythin is ok. And the heavy rain, it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1519986239515618090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=1519986239515618090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1519986239515618090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1519986239515618090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/08/mandai-crematorium.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-1583053399430767581</id><published>2008-08-19T23:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:17:56.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm BACK..I'm a thai who come sg only for business trips and will return back home every month to enjoy.. ROAR!Body is in sg, but why is my heart still stayin in Bangkok? Why is it so attractive over there? The customer service is simply top notch, everyone bow &amp; smile to me. The shoppin malls, some easily top our very own Paragon or Vivo. The youngsters there are also duper vain &amp; trendy, all so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1583053399430767581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=1583053399430767581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1583053399430767581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1583053399430767581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SKuTWziqe6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/hG0nheFgRPc/s72-c/thai+pretty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-8117970545237416032</id><published>2008-08-14T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:58:06.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An old nice song to share.And Hermione is the only character i like in Harry Porter. I'm honestly not a big fan of the movie series either. Heard the books were way better.Am pretty tied up recently, no time to blog. Have been settlin issues @ my shop, tomorrow will be the last day. Friday evenin i'm flyin off Bangkok, so guess its another few days before any updates. Till then?Oh ya, i'm home. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8117970545237416032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=8117970545237416032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8117970545237416032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8117970545237416032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/08/old-nice-song-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-8687579549714732140</id><published>2008-08-10T00:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:03:56.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perhaps, the saddest song on earth..Watch him play.Hear him sing.See him cry..This song is a long lost memory of mine.ZiA made me recall by chance.And i'm glad it is back on my mind, after so many years..It was durin army days, facin the aftermath from the break up with Min. Walked into HMV one day, saw this new single with the title 'Last Song'. I bought it without even listenin..Their normal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8687579549714732140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=8687579549714732140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8687579549714732140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8687579549714732140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/08/perhaps-saddest-song-on-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-565405844695046900</id><published>2008-08-08T01:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T01:54:42.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cousy sent me this song &amp; i totally fell in love with it..Leona Lewis is a darn pretty lady.Bleeding Love is a darn nice song.Need to explain more?But i chose FFX/X2 over her original MTV.FFX is still my favorite game. It has the best story ever. For summary, one day Tidus was sent to the future unwillingly. Met Yuna, and decided to accompany her on her journey to attain more powers in order to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/565405844695046900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=565405844695046900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/565405844695046900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/565405844695046900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/08/cousy-sent-me-this-song-i-totally-fell.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SJsxVby-m7I/AAAAAAAAABU/u2aju-PzZLQ/s72-c/self+drawn+01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-816737766124511459</id><published>2008-08-05T11:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:09:39.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time to introduce my blog's theme!Serendipity.'A fortunate accident'Isn't it such a lovely word?Nope, this is not a new show, 8 years old, but i still heart it lotsa. Its a crazy story bout 2 strangers met up by Chance, havin such strong chemistry and yearnin for each other, but both attached in reality and belonged to different worlds. They let Fate decides, by doin alot of uncommon things to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/816737766124511459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=816737766124511459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/816737766124511459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/816737766124511459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-to-introduce-my-blogs-theme.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-1876729811506697185</id><published>2008-08-05T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:28:18.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>巨蟹座终极完美分析 巨蟹是心软的，容易被感动，即使表面看起来总是有一副硬硬的壳，但那壳子底下是一颗柔软敏感到极至的内心。它们面对一份感情是犹豫再三的，不要说它们懦弱，它们只是明白自己是容易受伤的。他们对感情抱有信仰，相信纯真、相信天长地久，所以有时是挑剔的。这是一层表面坚硬的壳，其实攻克轻而易举，因为蟹蟹有一颗柔软的心。 蟹蟹恋爱了，这时的它们变的很粘人，很婆妈，因为你是它的中心，它会为你考虑很多，饭吃了吗？天气会变了吗？记得带伞哦！路上车多，慢点走哦！……..诸如此类！ 蟹蟹是深情而痴情的，爱上一个人会爱的很深，即使明知道没有结果也很难自拔。这是巨蟹的一种固执，想要得到的东西，往往不会轻易放手。有时，一段没有结果的恋情会成为蟹蟹的生活重心。这无疑是痛苦的，但又难以自拔。然而，巨蟹的不安全感又在内心大叫着放弃，所以这时的蟹蟹总是在坚持和放弃的巨大矛盾中苦苦煎熬着。学会放弃是蟹蟹的一门功课</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1876729811506697185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=1876729811506697185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1876729811506697185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/1876729811506697185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-7402776070002221718</id><published>2008-08-02T02:37:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T17:45:51.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maison Ikkoku..How many actually know bout this anime/manga?It was one of my all time favorites.Saw it durin secondary school life.I still yearn to rewatch these days..A story bout this under-grad residin in a place called Maison Ikkoku. He met this beautiful lady who became its housekeeper one day. It was love @ 1st sight. But it wasn't long, before he knew, that she was a widow..2:25 to 2:50 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7402776070002221718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=7402776070002221718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7402776070002221718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/7402776070002221718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/08/maison-ikkoku.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-8342677646495072169</id><published>2008-07-31T04:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:28:59.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is your favorite comic?For me, it will definitely be Masakazu Katsura's..Video Girl Ai, my very 1st. Imagine i read it when i was only 8 years old? All the love and relationships. Perhaps that explained why i had always tried so hard since the past. Yaa, comic is always bout fairytales. Pure love, nothin else. But i still believe in true love? Oh well..Here's another, I"S, came out durin my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8342677646495072169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=8342677646495072169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8342677646495072169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/8342677646495072169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-your-favorite-comic-for-me-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SJDWTT0oldI/AAAAAAAAABM/aPJpgbzQQOo/s72-c/mischieve.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-4944679846915678861</id><published>2008-07-29T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:30:13.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At my cousy's, drinkin.I'm tipsy.She's asleep.The rest is slackin.Mom broke into tears today.Just because my shop is endin.She is havin too much stress.Just because of the useless guys @ home..Gave her a deep hug, and said sorry.Told her to give me more time.Tryin my best to work out my future.She's gonna get what she deserves..Can totally feel what she feels.The old chap irresponsible since the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4944679846915678861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=4944679846915678861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/4944679846915678861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/4944679846915678861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-my-cousys-havin-chivas.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-3589984357320674953</id><published>2008-07-27T00:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T12:39:34.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dozin off this very minute..SK, Bryan &amp; YT came over last night. Chivas, and a bottle of expired Bailey. Had mahjong too, i was the only loser, tough luck. SK &amp; Bryan left in the mornin, while YT stayed till one pm plus. Opened for business as usual, didn't catch much wink till now..Who is to blame, when a r.s turns sour?J has been tellin me bout his heartaches. 3 years, aren't too long or short.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3589984357320674953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=3589984357320674953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3589984357320674953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/3589984357320674953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/07/dozin-off-this-very-minute.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129619.post-6078327689929930264</id><published>2008-07-25T02:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T02:53:14.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"No temperature..""No weight..""Ashes that will be blown with the slightest wind..""This is, Aki..""Someone I have ever ever loved....."'Crying Out Love In The Centre Of The World'This very show, ever robbed me buckets of tears.Ever wondered how you will feel?Just when you started growin up, you found your 1st love.Just when you started lovin her, you felt happiness.Just when you started feelin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6078327689929930264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4129619&amp;postID=6078327689929930264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6078327689929930264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129619/posts/default/6078327689929930264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuko.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-temperature.html' title=''/><author><name>Zuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319359608833804161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bONnB4tT2jo/SO-9GywHclI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fg5U9bTdmwQ/S220/dog+shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
