<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354620984632128772</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2025 20:36:34 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>life</category><category>friends</category><category>activities</category><category>uni</category><category>events</category><category>me</category><category>kvetch</category><category>random</category><category>weekend</category><category>bureau</category><category>family</category><category>places</category><category>Creative Writing</category><category>review</category><category>holidays</category><category>music</category><category>blogsphere</category><category>movie</category><category>nuffnang</category><category>food</category><category>meme</category><category>home-made talents</category><category>media</category><category>Fly FM</category><category>pet</category><title>The Mouth Marathon</title><description>Where the mouth takes a break and written words take over.</description><link>http://themouthmarathon.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ohkulala)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354620984632128772.post-3656559180476559245</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Sep 2010 15:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-29T23:09:13.559+08:00</atom:updated><title>Ryan turns dua puluh lapan</title><atom:summary type="text">Ryan&#39;s birthday was a very simple affair. We had dinner with his best friends at&amp;nbsp;Secret of Louisiana&amp;nbsp;located at the Plaza Kelana Jaya. And after that we went crazy with the camera. Here are some of the shots that came up:

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The birthday party


Someone caught us sneaking
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Just me and you :)



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</atom:summary><link>http://themouthmarathon.blogspot.com/2010/09/ryan-turns-dua-puluh-lapan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ohkulala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6q_mBE166a5VFeU-nLSznI-8_4entz04jGUE6TTC_039Y0Bl9lSgMycQKwWsyZFc3tNiROQz8MeQjC0hd1e-0R0dSWq1bra8FTD2S9XystXdfGhBM5_P_ijfrxuCAP069z9zAFafy0TzC/s72-c/P1050809.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354620984632128772.post-4338164914122606412</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Sep 2010 15:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-28T23:25:18.515+08:00</atom:updated><title>Heading to East Malaysia</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s been forever, i know. But there is just wayy to many things that have happened to start all over. So ill skip over the months and get to the point, I&#39;ll be moving to Miri. When i first got the news, i was surprised. Stunned and rather unpleasantly too. 

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Once i got over that stage, I now can stand without actually wobbling all over.But having a great workout itself is only one part of it. The reason that i find </atom:summary><link>http://themouthmarathon.blogspot.com/2010/02/inspiring-music-from-body-balance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ohkulala)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354620984632128772.post-2132290944443930826</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 06:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-06T14:16:47.451+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pet</category><title>Meet Queenie</title><atom:summary type="text">I met her while walking to the LRT station heading to the airport on a bright Monday morning. She was smack in the middle of the road and neighbours grouped around to admire her. She must have been afraid or still shaky because she didn’t budge even when cars honked her. And no wonder she attracted a crowd, she looks really cute. I paused to look at her.5 days later as I was exiting home, </atom:summary><link>http://themouthmarathon.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-queenie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ohkulala)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354620984632128772.post-2504308818406489551</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 02:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T10:52:43.769+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><title>Blegh</title><atom:summary type="text">Knots tightening in your stomach, gassy uneasiness, the “finger” which is stuck in your throat, nausea, body ache and complete weakness of the body as if one has no bones for support. Horrible isn’t it? That’s what you get when you’re attacked by food poisoning.Ryan is down food poisoning and I feel for him. It is a horrible feeling being so feeble and helpless. There is no better of the 2 evils;</atom:summary><link>http://themouthmarathon.blogspot.com/2009/11/blegh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ohkulala)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354620984632128772.post-7510123909535006257</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 04:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T12:42:02.543+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holidays</category><title>Please please please</title><atom:summary type="text">I can barely sit down. I’m super anxious and fidgety. And stressed up. All this over poring over the airasia.com website for free seats.Call me cheapskate but if I could save RM400 (on the minimum) for my flights, that would mean I could perhaps extend a one night stay! And I really need a vacation badly. That’s perhaps one of the best things I look forward to for each year. 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This trip was a real adventure, from sleeping in a small tiny hotel (which was kinda haunted), to having seafood 5 days straight for lunch AND dinner (oh no, my cholesterol levels!), sitting 6 hours in a van to get to the provinces till our bodies ache, lugging around the luggage bags, laptops and files, the language barrier which was more funny than</atom:summary><link>http://themouthmarathon.blogspot.com/2009/07/vietnam-travel-adventure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ohkulala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm140/ohkulala/Vietnam/th_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354620984632128772.post-17754964133675828</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 04:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-30T08:18:37.637+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kvetch</category><title>Where are your manners?</title><atom:summary type="text">The last week has got me gritting my teeth with people who are just plainly blind and oblivious to simple, basic, manners. Just this morning, as the LRT was getting more packed with subsequent stations, a girl was trying to get in by shoving her way through with no courtesy to say excuse me. 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But when it does, all I want is for the day to end early.   The brain is mentally squeezed like a towel wringed to dry. The physical body is not the active athlete it usually is. The smile has diminished halfway through the day. As I complete task after task, I find myself robbed of time to work on my single most major assignment. This is not</atom:summary><link>http://themouthmarathon.blogspot.com/2009/05/remedy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ohkulala)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354620984632128772.post-8183440114472007274</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2009 03:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-15T11:56:02.834+08:00</atom:updated><title>Kul&#39;s-Nice-Room Mission</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m moving to a new house, 12 doors away from Casa Maya. And in the midst of all the packing, house cleaning (omg, it was sooooo tiring *pengsan*) and furniture moving, I can&#39;t help but think how to I make my room look better. And seeing my room is slightly different from the current one, I can&#39;t use the old layout.    I kept visualizing in my head where I&#39;m gonna put my wardrobe, chest of </atom:summary><link>http://themouthmarathon.blogspot.com/2009/04/kuls-nice-room-mission.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ohkulala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1hpDE1mgDTxJaTFtzdF-_CdJezMm7CSCU4nUP2xxNVM8zBxhhpXraleHNXSZpWbavBzFUcZesW8xoJ3_YTJvi_1l6ShVAEKna3MJLJS3TVwAYu9_lb_AGI-SUNQkQvRuHaQQAGDImTkMo/s72-c/1-762835.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354620984632128772.post-8613782314527606930</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 09:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-13T17:07:13.312+08:00</atom:updated><title>She called it the finale</title><atom:summary type="text">There was a huge rush of emotions as I read the post. It reminded me of some very painful memories which I have kept in the furthest corner of my mind and heart. But reading the words which so vividly described the feelings, emotions and eventually recovery kind of stirred something up in me. I had tears when I re-read the article because I felt like reaching out and patting the girl who&#39;s going </atom:summary><link>http://themouthmarathon.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-called-it-finale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ohkulala)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354620984632128772.post-6275730447120387418</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-10T10:12:54.618+08:00</atom:updated><title>Minus Income</title><atom:summary type="text">Late last week the office boy was going around places dropping off lots of green coloured sealed envelopes. I didn&#39;t think much of it and as I was busy, I tucked it away. Not till 2 days later did I actually took a look at it and then I noticed it was my EA form.    Lo and behold, I&#39;m now a taxpayer, income taxpayer. 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Oh, you didn&#39;t know? Yeah, I&#39;ve joined the gym coz I&#39;ve been sitting on my ass for too many hours in the office with no form of exercise. Climbing up a flight of stairs is sheer embarrassment when the </atom:summary><link>http://themouthmarathon.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-power-woman-ok.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ohkulala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYcBhSqqdeYz6inc21n9fi3wbLcCZdDlFu4HiUg1HUNT4Yv2C-cfLuCm14MufO31aTjgoGW-ejR974rNVC6YYgY_XKCGPip2gErkWiaD8xuOqNv1u-wdmI4yO_h6FiWvDxIlVUR8dF8LwE/s72-c/BodyCombat-731370.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354620984632128772.post-3340106418271675236</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 03:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-01T11:28:05.759+08:00</atom:updated><title>The tale of us in love</title><atom:summary type="text"> Happy days of sunny bright sun Fresh green grass and clear blues skies Of birthday lunches and picnic parks Of clever clues and mystery trails  Of overwhelmed sweetness and surprises  Of pretty butterflies, fleeting and gentle Of hands that holds a lover, becomes the world. And this is the tale of us in love.        </atom:summary><link>http://themouthmarathon.blogspot.com/2009/04/tale-of-us-in-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ohkulala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcREuvjAS2q3syxCwFRwIMJ0CUziId7U5KX9i1UiBYcm9863No92sf4ps_eckycwlJTQ5fWmQELi6AxZO60S-wfY-tnr8FoxH6zpCMr2SEx2bdmL6XB2CGZydDxRmA-Rg-ER4uqHj_Bf1H/s72-c/Butterfly+hands-785760.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354620984632128772.post-1632602667417966069</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 02:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-25T10:26:44.201+08:00</atom:updated><title>Peace and Quiet</title><atom:summary type="text">It is amazing the sense peace and serenity you feel in here when just right outside the perimeter of this 4 walls, there is a world going crazy. – Ryan    Peace – something a lot of us seek and yet we do not always find it. In the hustle and bustle of city life, everyone is in a hurry. It feels like we&#39;re in a competition every waking moment. Who&#39;s faster, who&#39;s better, who&#39;s richer? 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