<?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-6167161796227063157</id><updated>2011-09-21T10:32:49.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my story - the marcuslim story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-2927218301733846473</id><published>2009-12-07T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:00:38.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up for a while. toilet break,</title><content type='html'>i had this dream recently. a very weird dream in which i would like myself to remember.&lt;br /&gt;so, i'll "wake up" from this little hibernation for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it goes like this. i dreamt about me scolding me.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i saw myself infront of me, scolding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat "he" said struck me so hard that i remembered it till i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat he said was simply "Who will believe in you if even you do not believe in yourself???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's also this little conversation between us. i'll juz highlight the end. its reali like something i would say. its juz that this time i'm the one consulting and also the one being consulted. it went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: is there hope?&lt;br /&gt;me: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Him: do u have confidence?&lt;br /&gt;me: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Him: then u can achieve anything, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not have shared this to anyone but this is like my own personal motto since a long long time ago... "If u have hope then u have confidence. and when u have that confidence u can do anything". thats the priciple behind my "infinite semangat" that i'm ever so proud of.(only a certain few will know of this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this principle works vice versa too. over the years it has turned to "if u DONT have hope, u DONT have confidence and when u DONT have that confidence, u CANT do anything." and thats where i lost myself i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hope is indeed the worst thing to be without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;till nxt time. hibernation continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-2927218301733846473?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2927218301733846473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=2927218301733846473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/2927218301733846473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/2927218301733846473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/wake-up-for-while-toilet-break.html' title='wake up for a while. toilet break,'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-7054887935149371605</id><published>2009-12-04T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:26:28.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hibernation part II</title><content type='html'>i have recently subcribed to maxis broadband. i now have stable internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;however, i feel somehow reluctant to blog about anything. i'm lazy and nothing reali comes out. so it has been decided. hibernation phase II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;spoiler:&lt;/span&gt; i'm no longer living in Island Glades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;p/s:&lt;/span&gt; i dont do wedding tags. i dont know the answers for more than half of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update this blog when i feel like updating. till nxt time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-7054887935149371605?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7054887935149371605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=7054887935149371605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/7054887935149371605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/7054887935149371605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/hibernation-part-ii.html' title='hibernation part II'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-1068621449084866418</id><published>2009-11-27T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:53:25.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hibernation.</title><content type='html'>this blog will now go into hibernation until marcus lim finds himself proper internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till nxt time,&lt;br /&gt;marc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-1068621449084866418?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1068621449084866418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=1068621449084866418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/1068621449084866418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/1068621449084866418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/hibernation.html' title='hibernation.'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-3864106426643415320</id><published>2009-11-02T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:15:37.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S.</title><content type='html'>exams are over and holidays have officially started.&lt;br /&gt;and in this short 3 days so far, i have been indulging myself in TV series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to jon easaw, i manage to get my hands on F.R.I.E.N.D.S. season 1 and 2. (i'm missing season 1-episode 2)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SvAfLh7BMKI/AAAAAAAAAfk/K6Rs2ePBvBY/s1600-h/f.r.i.e.n.d.s.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SvAfLh7BMKI/AAAAAAAAAfk/K6Rs2ePBvBY/s320/f.r.i.e.n.d.s.5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399850236162158754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very nice series to follow. i recommend this series to everyone. those who are bored to death from the sem break will surely be jolted back to life. its reali reali funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who's been living in a jungle and had never heard of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. tv series, its basically about this bunch of ppl together and how their lives affect each other. its a story of daily life. how each and everyone of them complained that their life sucks but made it hilariously funny and worth while after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SvAfLwg5dmI/AAAAAAAAAfs/26ZQP68W2aA/s1600-h/f.r.i.e.n.d.s.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SvAfLwg5dmI/AAAAAAAAAfs/26ZQP68W2aA/s320/f.r.i.e.n.d.s.4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399850240079132258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here's the thing.... the more and more i watch this series, the more I feel a sense of de ja vu... it all seemed quite familiar. And so i continued to watch and watch and watch. until it finally hit me. its like i've seen all this before. well, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do u see any resemblance with this........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Su-cLVHdqqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/w3AqMAt4eHg/s1600-h/f.r.i.e.n.d.s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Su-cLVHdqqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/w3AqMAt4eHg/s320/f.r.i.e.n.d.s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399706196701457058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Su-cMHesAFI/AAAAAAAAAfc/4vUziJGZwN4/s1600-h/DSC00799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Su-cMHesAFI/AAAAAAAAAfc/4vUziJGZwN4/s320/DSC00799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399706210220638290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! this is the crazy bunch of ppl i have been hanging out with for this year. although i dont always agree with them but they are undoubtedly my good friends. all of us with different past, different stories and totally different backgrounds. its kinda funny how things get tangled up in the way and how we met now that i think back again. awesome bunch of ppl. we're not all perfect but hey, we're people and we're still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have to introduce name by name now, do i?u know who u are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who knows, mayb in 10 years time, we might juz end up like them... or mayb not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Su-cLntvfNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/pEwGpSvQbNg/s1600-h/f.r.i.e.n.d.s.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Su-cLntvfNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/pEwGpSvQbNg/s320/f.r.i.e.n.d.s.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399706201693846738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the group picture above is not quite complete. we forgot the person BEHIND the camera... it is no other than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Lee Jun Guan&lt;/span&gt;. But thankfully, in this modern age and time we have something known as "Photoshop cs2". its been a long time since i've ever used it properly. but anyhow, i will try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(15 minutes later....)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;TADAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SvAfMJZc6BI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Qjx9uv4649k/s1600-h/mx+hse+group+pic%28with+jg%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SvAfMJZc6BI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Qjx9uv4649k/s320/mx+hse+group+pic%28with+jg%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399850246758787090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Much Better! Now, everyone's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i have no idea y my legs are like that. mayb i'm not too fond of geese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, till nxt time! gonna continue watching now. and i will do so until i get a call from borders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-3864106426643415320?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3864106426643415320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=3864106426643415320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/3864106426643415320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/3864106426643415320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S.'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SvAfLh7BMKI/AAAAAAAAAfk/K6Rs2ePBvBY/s72-c/f.r.i.e.n.d.s.5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-7140026731136312082</id><published>2009-10-05T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:03:00.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ghost of marcus's past.</title><content type='html'>its going to be a long boring post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been doing a little trips to the past. well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; i call it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following a series of constant insomnia, my mind begin to wonder all night long. suddenly thinking a lot about my past.&lt;br /&gt;about who am I and what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something like the ghost of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; past paying me a visit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; that he reminds me about a lot more things than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Christmases&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i begin to look back to all those stupid little things that i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some good some bad. and the bad habit of all these ghost of the past. they tend to remind u more of the bad one. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; ones. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. things i wish i could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ctrl&lt;/span&gt; + Z. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;... but i feel that all these things happened for a reason and i believe its for the greater good. like how some would say, "Good or Bad, its hard to say!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there are things that i can actually make me smile like some nut-case in the middle of the night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; laughing silently to myself. the joy u actually receive by simply helping others. the smile u get from them after u do something for them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. sometimes, a simple "thank you" followed with a sincere smile makes everything that is sacrificed worth while. i start recalling a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yea, been watching quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; recently too. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; in my area has fallen to the level beyond help and i cant think of anything to do online anymore. so, in replacement of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, i put in some TV. been watching few weird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;moives&lt;/span&gt; here and there recently too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies like The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Pursuit&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Happyness&lt;/span&gt;, a movie i would recommend to all.. a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; good movie. its been so long since i watch a movie that could actually make my eyes water. 2 thumbs up for me. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like will smith with that funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Afro&lt;/span&gt; hair and mustache. other than that, an absolutely awesome movie. inspiring too. its good movies like these that feeds energy to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;marcuslim&lt;/span&gt; short term unlimited energy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;semangat&lt;/span&gt; bar. i have been misusing it too often.energy bar at critical stage. in deep need of inspiration and motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star World is now like one of my favourite channels... i kinda like the series that they put in. watched a few episodes of FRIENDS, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Simpsons&lt;/span&gt; and Royal Pains. and i somehow like they guy from royal pains. he just wants to go out there to help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;. i wanna be something like that when i grow up. i may not have superb medical knowledge but i do have my basic 1st aid skills. does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching all these, i remember the joy of TV which i had long-forgotten. been quite long since i got this good feeling after watching TV. now there is more balance in the things i like doing and things i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha. went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;maintain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; my 2 old buddies recently. went up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; hill with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;chiao&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;easaw&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;chiao&lt;/span&gt; went up ahead of us before we even reach the foot of the hill. anyway, we met up there and exchanged stories. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Easaw&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand, we had like 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to catch up on things that happened in 2 years. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. told him a lot of nonsense. and he's considered good d k. able to hike up well. we shall go again this week. after that had a call from "jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;guan&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;joel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;lim&lt;/span&gt;" for movie. ran down and flew to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;queensbay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched G-force. okay la the movie. i feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;darwyn&lt;/span&gt; is a very nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Guinea&lt;/span&gt; pig. a "man" that leaves no rodent behind. no matter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt;. i respect that attitude. i could learn a thing or 2 from him. to be more reliable. to be able to say, "okay, dun worry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; leave it to me" confidently and have at the same time gets the confidence of everyone else. i want to have that confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, in my soul searching. i came to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;afew&lt;/span&gt; goals in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balance Entertainment and Study, more of both&lt;br /&gt;More mountains&lt;br /&gt;More TV&lt;br /&gt;More risks&lt;br /&gt;More &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less complains&lt;br /&gt;less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;.(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a VERY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; person, i read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the things i said in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;skbg&lt;/span&gt; forums and i even feel sad for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; bad. no more of that. its a happy life from now on.)&lt;br /&gt;more breakfasts&lt;br /&gt;less branch-es&lt;br /&gt;more sleep during night n less during day&lt;br /&gt;more stern&lt;br /&gt;less crazy and childish acts&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;in other words to be a better person. see me again in a month and see if there's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;notable&lt;/span&gt; difference.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; be all. its late and i have test &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;. and i cant believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; typing this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;. come.. i will take on the challenge! bring it! no pain no gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-7140026731136312082?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7140026731136312082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=7140026731136312082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/7140026731136312082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/7140026731136312082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/ghost-of-marcuss-past.html' title='ghost of marcus&apos;s past.'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-8749306050490241128</id><published>2009-09-30T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T05:48:07.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forgot something?</title><content type='html'>A recent study suggests that merely glancing from left to right (the traditional “shifty look” of spies and sneaks) can boost memory power and help people differentiate between real and imagined memories. Moving the eyes up and down had no such effect. The trick may work because the specific left/right eye movement engages both the left and right hemispheres of the brain at the same time. As little as 30 seconds of the activity could be enough to help you remember where you left your wallet, or the number sequence needed to deactivate that bomb.                   &lt;p&gt;Dr Andrew Parker, of Manchester Metropolitan University, explains “Often, we may be confused over whether a memory is for something real or something we only imagined or thought about.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"For example ‘Did I really lock the door or did I only imagine locking the door?’ Bilateral eye movements may help us to determine accurately the source of our memory.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“This could be important in situations where we feel uncertain, unclear or maybe even just confused about what we may have done or said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Our work shows that true memory can be improved and false memory reduced. One reason for this is that bilateral eye movements may improve our ability to monitor the source of our memories.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Some research indicates that certain types of memory – for example what one did yesterday, or memory for a word in an experiment – are dependent upon interactions between the cerebral hemispheres.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This research was published in the science journal Brain and Cognition, and is further evidence that eyes and memory are likely somehow connected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;so the nxt time i ask if i locked my car, i'll turn my eye from left to right and try to recall... we'll see if it reali works. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope it does.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause it gets irritating at times. i keep asking other ppl if i locked my car or not. if i took my bottle or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;today, jun guan can even tell me my inti account password which i myself fail to remember.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;me and my memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-8749306050490241128?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8749306050490241128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=8749306050490241128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/8749306050490241128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/8749306050490241128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/forgot-something.html' title='forgot something?'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-5011694624710172486</id><published>2009-09-16T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T05:27:42.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mountains</title><content type='html'>lately there's a couple of things troubling my little head.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much can be done about that, so i chose to free up my mind in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its started from an absolutely ramdom thought. during class as Mr. Alan Wong is teaching about transformers, my mind will be wandering around. body there, soul not there. after the class i juz went "i wan go climb mountain!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u knew me long enough, u'll see that i'm full of this weird sudden things.&lt;br /&gt;when i came to that decision, jun guan was dragged along as he follows me home. poor jg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our college attire, we took on BJ hill which is juz opposite INTi. realised how unfit i reali am and how jg walks non-stop like a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the 1st time. my mind was cleared a little but i guess 1 time is not enough. after that, jg seems to share the same enthusiasm and we decided to hike up again. this time, wen ping decided to tagg along. and since wp tagged along, yonn-weih has no choice but to follow too cuz he follows wp home. the curse of the non-drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from there, we can now see 4 crazy guys hiking up BJ hill at the weirdest times with their jeans and sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can see his version &lt;a href="http://leejunguan.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... sorry guys, all because 1 guy came up with a random mountain climbing idea. but its good exercise and a good way to free up the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh.. i have to stop thinking too much. focus on wats reali important and forget the rest. why is is it so hard, marcus?? (slaps self)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watever happened, is already too late and for watever that is going to happen, no matter how much u worry, nothing will change. thats wat i keep telling myself. i know that! but i cant do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, suddenly remembered the time i watched spiderman III during jg's birthday. a reali nice movie. gets me everytime... listened to a very nice saying from aunt mary that reali striked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;peter parker: i dont know wat to do now.&lt;br /&gt;aunt mary: you must start with the hardest thing. you must forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-5011694624710172486?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5011694624710172486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=5011694624710172486' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/5011694624710172486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/5011694624710172486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/mountains.html' title='mountains'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-7182259171232708287</id><published>2009-09-08T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T06:30:50.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>raaah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel like this now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SqZYAKPd1aI/AAAAAAAAAeY/uNaNbYp41rg/s1600-h/going+to+die+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SqZYAKPd1aI/AAAAAAAAAeY/uNaNbYp41rg/s320/going+to+die+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379083564713104802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get it? something like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SqZYAgMKljI/AAAAAAAAAeg/TVaUHzWA2H4/s1600-h/going+to+die+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SqZYAgMKljI/AAAAAAAAAeg/TVaUHzWA2H4/s320/going+to+die+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379083570604840498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have bitten off more than i can chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SqZYBffL-II/AAAAAAAAAew/1CnnykspXTc/s1600-h/going+to+die+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SqZYBffL-II/AAAAAAAAAew/1CnnykspXTc/s320/going+to+die+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379083587596056706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm helplessly lost. juz waiting for my time to come.&lt;br /&gt;can i just sit there like an idiot like nothing is ever gonna happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SqZYBDeo6yI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1rCzQbw9-Hk/s1600-h/going+to+die.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SqZYBDeo6yI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1rCzQbw9-Hk/s320/going+to+die.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379083580077566754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why cant i walk thru fire laughing and escape death smiling like i used to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SqZYB-Vv4KI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aau-mos_XIs/s1600-h/happy+soldier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SqZYB-Vv4KI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aau-mos_XIs/s320/happy+soldier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379083595877965986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the old me back.&lt;br /&gt;can i reformat my head to how it was last year?&lt;br /&gt;that'll be all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s : watermelons are great thirst quenchers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-7182259171232708287?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7182259171232708287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=7182259171232708287' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/7182259171232708287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/7182259171232708287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/raaah.html' title='raaah!'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SqZYAKPd1aI/AAAAAAAAAeY/uNaNbYp41rg/s72-c/going+to+die+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-7597637362241541874</id><published>2009-09-06T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T05:24:50.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday meanings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 100%;" class="EC_EC_EC_MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-left: 0.75pt; width: 99.6%; padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt;" valign="top" width="99%"&gt;&lt;table style="width: 100%;" class="EC_EC_EC_MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-left: 0.75pt; width: 100%; padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt;" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:6;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 24pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:6;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 24pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#2f2f2f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(47, 47, 47); font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very curious and dedicative. When you are interested in something,&lt;br /&gt;everything else has to wait. This is your quality. But if you learn to be&lt;br /&gt;more patient and complete what you have started, you will be successful in&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe in love at first sight. You won't wait to learn more about the&lt;br /&gt;person. Vise versa, people who fail to impress you will hardly get a chance&lt;br /&gt;to be your friend. Your emotion is on the extreme. You can only love or&lt;br /&gt;hate, nothing in between and this often shows in your __express! ion. Try not to&lt;br /&gt;end a relationship in a quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have great common sense but usually fail to follow through. This might&lt;br /&gt;happens because you are too busy with your mission and shut yourself from&lt;br /&gt;the outside world. You are clever and profound so there's a slight chance&lt;br /&gt;for self-control problem.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love progress slowly, and quietly. You seem to be contented with your&lt;br /&gt;unrequited love. Your are a romantic and loyal lover.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you are innocent and romantic but your ___ex-pression often mislead&lt;br /&gt;others that you are an active, fun loving kid. Because of your double&lt;br /&gt;personality, it's hard for others to really know the real you. You arecareful and patient.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is the greatest which often surprises others. No one can bring you&lt;br /&gt;to light when you are in love. Your confidence&lt;br /&gt;might lead you to the track your parents disagree.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You usually think before acting which makes your life quite easy. But you&lt;br /&gt;often are the one who give yourself a hard time by being paranoid... People&lt;br /&gt;might not truly understand you but you are really nice to be around. You are&lt;br /&gt;cheerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#2f2f2f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(47, 47, 47); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#2f2f2f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(47, 47, 47); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;loyal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;and friendly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still water runs deep, that's what you are. You always surprise others with&lt;br /&gt;your new character when you are in love. Your love trap often comes&lt;br /&gt;unexpectedly and your love life is full of surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#2f2f2f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;, but you lead the happiest love life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman  Old  Style;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you are on the quiet side, but you enjoy excitement and changes.&lt;br /&gt;Routine is something you cannot stand. Because of your extreme confidence,&lt;br /&gt;you hardly ask others for opinion.. You believe in leading your own life, and&lt;br /&gt;you have got the gift in doing so.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop you from making progress in your love life. Once you are in&lt;br /&gt;love, you feel the ownership of your lover. A third party can only makes&lt;br /&gt;your jealousy becomes worse.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are generous with people in need, sometimes to an extreme that people&lt;br /&gt;find you nosey. Your hidden courage and dedication often surprise others.&lt;br /&gt;Your imagination is extremely unique.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love life is on the smooth track because it grows from friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Although you may not make a sweet lover but your sincerity bring happiness&lt;br /&gt;to your couple.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sensitive to changes around you but your feeling is hardly&lt;br /&gt;expressed. You hate exaggerations. Under your quiet personality, you are&lt;br /&gt;rather stubborn and self-ce! ntered. These qualities are the force behind your&lt;br /&gt;extreme persistence.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have enormous courage to please your lover. Your relationship often&lt;br /&gt;progress quickly.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo! u have pleasant and friendly personality. People look u to your wit and&lt;br /&gt;imagination. You are unpredictable and hardly complete what you started,&lt;br /&gt;which sometimes create negative impact to people around you.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love becomes your routine. Most of the time you are lucky. You&lt;br /&gt;fascinate people with good taste but you never have enough with one.&lt;br /&gt;Although your love progresses very fast, it never lasts.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often have problem in promoting yourself, just because you don't know&lt;br /&gt;how to express your true self. On the other hand, you don't really care what&lt;br /&gt;they think. This is why people misunderstand you until they really get a&lt;br /&gt;chance to learn about your pleasant personality.&lt;br /&gt;Opposite sex find you mysterious and worth searching.. Your wit is remarkable&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes you are too fast to follow.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't revea! l your feeling even after dreaming about the same guy over&lt;br /&gt;and over. Your first love lasts forever. You are responsible to the feeling&lt;br /&gt;of your lover. The chance to betray your lover is none. You have luck with&lt;br /&gt;children.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very capable. If you are a woman, you have high chance to be a&lt;br /&gt;renowned workingwoman. If you are a man, your path to fame and honor is&lt;br /&gt;near. As an innovator, you are not a good follower. You are good in&lt;br /&gt;implementing your imagination and share it with&lt;br /&gt;others. You are always well dressed.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often lose your love ones from being too jealous. You always feel like&lt;br /&gt;you own the person you fall in love with and that often blows your&lt;br /&gt;relationship.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are gracious, elegant and prudent. People admire your qualities and some&lt;br /&gt;even become jealous of you. You are realistic, flexible and adaptable. You&lt;br /&gt;are remarkably kind and moral person.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to sacrifice yourself for the one you love. Your lover will&lt;br /&gt;always have your gentleness, care and loyalty. You will always be happy to&lt;br /&gt;hand around the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, humorous and full of energy. You are open-minded and do&lt;br /&gt;not care for minor details. Your weak point is your hot temper.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to start off in one-sided love affairs because you strongly&lt;br /&gt;believe that you will eventually win his/her heart.. On the other hand, once&lt;br /&gt;you are together, you always want to do things your way, which is often the&lt;br /&gt;fire starter. You usually run in a! nd out of love quickly.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sincere and easy going. Flattering and charming around are not your&lt;br /&gt;style. You care so much for freedom that often leads you to the difficult&lt;br /&gt;path. Because of your sincerity, most people find you easy to be around&lt;br /&gt;although you are sometimes too str ightforward.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gentleness, care and sincerity make you an attractive person.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough you don't intend to be charming, but you naturally are,&lt;br /&gt;especially in the eyes of opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so confident that sometimes you forget about the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;If you have to be in one of the two teams, you will choose to be in the&lt;br /&gt;winning team. On the! other hand, you are kind and caring but above all, you&lt;br /&gt;care for your own benefits. Your imagination is&lt;br /&gt;unique and often gets implemented shortly after it comes across.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not get soft with the one you don't really like, no matter how hard&lt;br /&gt;he/she tries. But once you feel for someone you have chosen, there's no&lt;br /&gt;getting back..&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are outgoing and love to be at the center of attention. From the&lt;br /&gt;outside, you may seem flashy, flirty, and tricky but your true self is&lt;br /&gt;strong, full of hope to be the leader. When you&lt;br /&gt;fail to convince someone, you will get frustrated, and perhaps let your&lt;br /&gt;temper shows.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are emotional. Many can win your heart at once, but not for long. This&lt;br /&gt;is why you hardly win a decent relationship.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#2f2f2f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(47, 47, 47); font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: navy; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always follow the good and the right instead of listening to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Another word, you are a perfectionist... You care for every word people say&lt;br /&gt;about you. You often seen isolated while you are, by nature, curious and a&lt;br /&gt;dreamer who is ready to get over the edge to make&lt;br /&gt;your dream comes true.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often fall in love with a person who is much different from you, in age&lt;br /&gt;and other aspects. Your relationship grows on friendship. Love at fist sight&lt;br /&gt;is not your style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#2020a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(32, 32, 160); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#2f2f2f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(47, 47, 47); font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ! neither want to be interfered nor have the desire to mess with others'&lt;br /&gt;life. But you are friendly and occasionally a party animal. You are always&lt;br /&gt;in a circle of friends. You often do things in your own way that&lt;br /&gt;occasionally go beyond the acceptable limit. People may find you childish&lt;br /&gt;and not very attractive in that sense.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fun-loving character attracts opposite sex. Many of those are great.You&lt;br /&gt;often find yourself trapped among a few great guys while you have to choose&lt;br /&gt;only one.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, people think you are quiet type of person. Actually you are&lt;br /&gt;cheerful, but conditionally. You will show your joyful character only in&lt;br /&gt;good mood. One the other hand, when you are moody, no one would dare to be&lt;br /&gt;around. Because of your emotion fluctuation and frank character, some find&lt;br /&gt;you hard to be around.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hardly show your feeling towards opposite sex no matter how much you&lt;br /&gt;like him/her. Your partner also has similar character so your love affairs&lt;br /&gt;often take quite a while to flourish. Time tells it all. Your sincerity&lt;br /&gt;makes you very attractive.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 19 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are great in managing everything in your life and this is how you gain&lt;br /&gt;respect from others. Because of this quality, you sometimes feel that you&lt;br /&gt;are better than the rest.. Extreme confidence might lead you to the wrong&lt;br /&gt;p! ath. You are a free bird and want to lead your&lt;br /&gt;own life.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love life is rather different from others'. When you are in love,&lt;br /&gt;nothing can stop you. You may often fight with your partner but, soon after&lt;br /&gt;that, you will make up in a way that surprises others.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prudent, circumspect and take things seriously..... Before you make any&lt;br /&gt;move, you will think of a few alternatives that might take a while. You are&lt;br /&gt;patient, imaginative and target oriented. You value friendship more than&lt;br /&gt;anything else.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You usually study your partner carefully before making any move. You never&lt;br /&gt;demand anything beyond the natural quality of that person. Your sincerity&lt;br /&gt;doesn't bring excitement in your love life but it brings deeply grown&lt;br /&gt;relationship.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are curious and a true follower. You can please someone so much that it&lt;br /&gt;seem like you are trying to charm that person. You hide your disagreement&lt;br /&gt;under your smiling face. This is a charming quality of yours.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite unlucky in love. You are loved by someone you don't like while&lt;br /&gt;your dream man is so far away. Your love life is occasionally under&lt;br /&gt;turbulence. Sometimes you don't have the clear view of the guy in your&lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the boss character, but not a leader. Most people look up to you&lt;br /&gt;for your capability and confidence although they find you quite stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;You should listen more to! others. You are a unique and charming individual.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hardly take the moderate track. You either love or hate someone. Whom&lt;br /&gt;you call friends are the chosen ones. If any of them betray you, you won't&lt;br /&gt;let them get away without having hard time.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never live your life in the way others want you to. You are an&lt;br /&gt;independent individual who loves challenges and excitement. You are ready to&lt;br /&gt;face with the result of your decision. You are usually the one your friends&lt;br /&gt;count on.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you love excitements, you occasionally get involved in forbidden&lt;br /&gt;love affairs. You may fall in love with a married person and no one can stop&lt;br /&gt;you from making progress. You are very charming, although you might not&lt;br /&gt;realize it.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 65); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 24 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very optimistic and that's why you always enjoy life. You are gifted&lt;br /&gt;in entertaining others. Your friends love and trust you. You'll be the first&lt;br /&gt;they come to when they are in need of someone to speak their heart out.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you fall in love! just because you want to be in love, not that you&lt;br /&gt;really like that person. You always be seen as a sweet couple but you can't&lt;br /&gt;really get over your love ones from past. Your partner is usually crazy&lt;br /&gt;about you because you are remarkably charming and&lt;br /&gt;romantic.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#ff0041;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 65); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 25 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a warrior. No obstacle can stop you from reaching your goal. You&lt;br /&gt;always keep yourself busy. This quality plus your responsibility will&lt;br /&gt;eventually bring you success.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You adore y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt; partner as the number one priority. You value your love one&lt;br /&gt;more than yourself. Your love is the greatest of all and your have potential&lt;br /&gt;to get married young.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 26 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always curious! and responsive to changes. Routine life is not the&lt;br /&gt;way you choose to live. Travelling is your favorite hobby because excitement&lt;br /&gt;is what you are after.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not stand being around the one you dislike. Your love comes and&lt;br /&gt;goes quickly. You can be deeply in love but soon after you will be looking&lt;br /&gt;around for the next one.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#ff0041;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 65); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 27 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sensitive and vulnerable. Tears often run down your cheeks even when&lt;br /&gt;the matter is not that bad.. This might be the result from being to&lt;br /&gt;pessimistic. You might seem cold on the shell, but your inner self is a kind&lt;br /&gt;loving person.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be elegantly dressed, no matter how casually dressed your date may&lt;br /&gt;be. You are emanding in love and sometimes to an unacceptable extend.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 28 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a capable person but you usually underestimate your own ability.&lt;br /&gt;This is the cause of missing numbers of opportunity to step forward. If you&lt;br /&gt;try to give yourself a chance, you can be successful in life. Try to see&lt;br /&gt;things on the bright side and you will be happier than ever..&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite unlucky in love. The one in your arm is not the one in your&lt;br /&gt;heart. Your love has so many ups and downs. You often chicken out before&lt;br /&gt;seeing any progress in love.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 29 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can trust your sixth sense. Life is exciting so routine job is not your&lt;br /&gt;interest. You have great ideas and fantastic imagination. You often feel&lt;br /&gt;tired of things a! nd people around you.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell what's in the mind of another person just from looking into&lt;br /&gt;his/her eyes... You are paranoid and jealous and these are the cause of fights&lt;br /&gt;between you and your lover.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the thing you believe in is just your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always surrounded by a circle of friends. You are friendly and fun&lt;br /&gt;to be with. Though you occasionally disappoint them by being stubborn, but&lt;br /&gt;over all, they love your qualities.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to have full control of your love and that's not a nice way to&lt;br /&gt;treat your partner. You take your time in saying yes to his wedding proposal&lt;br /&gt;or if you are a man, you will not propose anyone until you are certainly&lt;br /&gt;confident which might take ages.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 31 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000061;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 97); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotion is hard to predict. You can be sad this minute and happy in the&lt;br /&gt;next. People might find it difficult to follow your emotion and understand&lt;br /&gt;you. You tend to take things seriously.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take your time to study a person before falling in love. Once you decide&lt;br /&gt;that he or she is the one, no one can stop you from making progress, even&lt;br /&gt;your partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... i received this mail from ma vin today. i find it quite interesting. hahaha. juz copied and pasted everything exactly.... lazy to edit. dont have a mouse with me now. my dad culik my tikus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till nxt time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-7597637362241541874?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7597637362241541874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=7597637362241541874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/7597637362241541874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/7597637362241541874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-meanings.html' title='Birthday meanings'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-3184172129555126842</id><published>2009-09-02T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:25:41.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lucky/Unlucky Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a unlucky  yet lucky  day... i dont know which category it should be long to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it starts off this way, class was early in the morning. after class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incident #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to pay INTI fees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unlucky!&lt;/span&gt; - instead of writing Sdn. Bhd., i wrote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Bhd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;on my cheque. so its not valid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lucky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; - not much people there. my turn was juz about 5 minutes after i pushed for my number. so i dint waste much time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Incident  #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to toshiba to get my laptop fixed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unlucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- no parking outside, muz park inside. RM2... and cun cun when i wan to go out time the guard ppk dunno go where. pay to who ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- go there settle super fast! the lady just made a report and its done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; will get it back within 3 working days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Incident #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetching jun guan home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unlucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- missed a turning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; - jg remembered and there is always shell station to turn in to macD and finally to his house. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Incident #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me going home myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unlucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; - was quite jam when i was at Jalan Masjid Negeri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; - decided to turn into Jalan Besi area for a stroll. i like to take strolls around when i'm free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(unlike some ppl who goes like a madman speeding everywhere...)&lt;br /&gt;THIS PART MAY SEEM LITTLE BUT IS THE MAJOR LUCK OF THE DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Incident #5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my car died. literally juz died....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unlucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; - while i was driving halfway, and my car juz stopped functioning.... yes.. while driving halfway... and no, i did not lose control and bang anything.... good thing i got enuf momentum to put myself at the corner of the road then make a  quick turning into a housing estate. wah... my car not that light oso... its hard and real heavy, or is it juz me thats too weak... pushed to the side so it wont bother ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; - i was able to put my car somewhere not disrupting other people... imagine if i were to continue using Jalan Masjid Negeri back home... if my car suddenly stops functioning? right in the middle of the main road... ppl will curse me and remember my car for the rest of their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i tried to troubleshoot myself but the problem was beyond my comprehension. couldnt do much. walk back home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Incident #6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calling my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unlucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; -  couldnt reach him. yellow man not following him. wah, scared he's doing a job at the butterworth airport. then he cannot help me d. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- my sms got thru after an hour or so. he's in penang. Special thanks to HENLY electronics for forcing my dad to spray their shop this morning, if it wasnt for them, my dad wouldn've gone to prai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;incident #7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go back to my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unlucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- its parked quite some distance away. was thinking of walking back there at 1st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- there's always my trusty SparkiE to the rescue! my Motorbike! wah, its been so long old buddy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with my dad near my car .both father and son tried to troubleshoot this time. To no avail, we called the mechanic about 15mins later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;incident #8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly STOMACH ACHE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unlucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-  of all times to have a stomach ache, it had to be in the middle of a housing estate with a spolt car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- it was near my dad's old office. so he knew the ppl there quite well. Used one of the shoplot's toilet. no choice. EMERGENCY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after relieving myself, we went back to my car and not long after that the mechanic came. i already told him it wasnt the battery thats causing the problem but he didnt believe n brought a new battery for me. eh, i'm a future E&amp;amp;E engineer ok! battery dunno check ah? can measure for him 12volts out of my still-fully-functioning battery. siau siau, my car equipped with a DMM. and as i forecasted, its not the batteriy's fault. it was some other thing. passed the keys to him and he went for lunch. we went entrusted him with KVA and went back too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incident #9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back home with bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unlucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- so long never ride bike d... forgot to put up the leg stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-  didnt fall down or anything. realise before making a huge left turn. thank god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back. its nearly 3 something. ate my lunch. onlined a bit then slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incident #10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answering the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unlucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- was sleeping when my dad called. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; - wind blew on my curtains and somehow the curtains gave me a tickle and i woke up in shock... (i dont know whether to consider it lucky or unlucky but atleast it woke me up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad took me to my car and i drove it back home. it was said that there was a wiring problem. 1 wire just decided to drop off and the whole car cannot function. i always believe that my car will give me some sort warning 1st before giving me any problem but it didnt this time. That particular wire juz suddenly decides to come loose and fall out, so i cant reali blame my car for not warning me. well, atleast it lasted long enuf for me to send Jun Guan home. Old car d ler... cant complain much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it is still the BEST weird green car a person can own. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all... i juz wanna thank god for today. hahaha... reali. I'm always lucky when i'm having bad luck. yea, the statement is a bit twisted and contradicting but its true. Good news will come after a bad news... makes me remember of one saying i read somewhere. it goes something like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"When you are falling, do not fear. because in the end, God will either  catch you or teach you to fly"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-3184172129555126842?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3184172129555126842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=3184172129555126842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/3184172129555126842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/3184172129555126842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/luckyunlucky-day.html' title='A Lucky/Unlucky Day'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-4988580820397343897</id><published>2009-08-21T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T07:54:28.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before before power</title><content type='html'>suddenly thought again how i screwed up one of my subject this semester... haiyh...&lt;br /&gt;oh nvm that, i'll guess i just have to retake the whole subject... no pre-requisites for it so i wont feel so bad... anyway, i'm not reali going into that right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna talk about the day before before that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during that very day, chia haw sent me a link thru msn for news on star online that there is going to be a visible meteor shower from 1am - 4am... and everytime i open google's homepage, i can see that even google highlighted the event. u can see lots of falling stars along with the word google on the homepage during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if u didnt know, i actually have quite an interest for this small small things... hahaha... from solar eclipse to lunar eclipse and to meteor showers. i want to see them with my own eyes! but no matter how, i would always fail miserably...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could still remember, during the forecast of the lunar eclipse, i went to inti that night to get a nice view.  what better location than the top of the building on top of a mountain. i went there with the excuse of wanting to study but turned on my timer for every 5 mins. every 5 mins, my alarm would ring and i will take a good look at the sky... hoping to see the moon covered up by the earth's shadow... the view that i expected was a bright moon with a mass of darkness in the middle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end... that night was no different then any other night.... i didnt see any eclipse nor anything like it... i see clouds covering it nia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the solar eclipse forecast. in Malaysia, its raining and cloudy all day long... i couldnt even see the sun in the first place. well, they did say in malaysia we wont get to see much for from our view, the sun will only be covered 8%... a big let down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/So-Pge7sj2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/elMV7HGSrIE/s1600-h/seaGull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/So-Pge7sj2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/elMV7HGSrIE/s320/seaGull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372670668698324834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. i digressed... the most recent one was the so called perseid meteor shower. some comet named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swift turtle&lt;/span&gt; was suppose to come quite close to earth and breaking up bit by bit... these little bits will then collide with our atmosphere and burn up... we're suppose to be able to see these little sparks as meteor showers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i expected to see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/So-F9FsXxEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/WAN20xLMuhg/s1600-h/meteor+shower+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/So-F9FsXxEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/WAN20xLMuhg/s320/meteor+shower+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372660165023089730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/So-F8i8kigI/AAAAAAAAAdg/K1HT2lj1WHc/s1600-h/meteor+shower+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/So-F8i8kigI/AAAAAAAAAdg/K1HT2lj1WHc/s320/meteor+shower+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372660155695794690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe even this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/So-F78UWeiI/AAAAAAAAAdY/llcKohUhsaA/s1600-h/meteor+shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/So-F78UWeiI/AAAAAAAAAdY/llcKohUhsaA/s320/meteor+shower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372660145326553634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but to my dismay.... from 1am to 4 am.... i only see this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/So-F9tQ58XI/AAAAAAAAAdw/I44mLLIQ40M/s1600-h/Black.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/So-F9tQ58XI/AAAAAAAAAdw/I44mLLIQ40M/s320/Black.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372660175645307250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. only this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/So-F9tQ58XI/AAAAAAAAAdw/I44mLLIQ40M/s1600-h/Black.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/So-F9tQ58XI/AAAAAAAAAdw/I44mLLIQ40M/s320/Black.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372660175645307250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all pitch blaccccckkkk!!&lt;br /&gt;well, i did see something. a smmmmmall tiny bit la... i dont know if its my imagination but i did see a few strands of white threads TWICE... but neither of it lasted for even 2 secs so i'm not 100% sure... and must stare very long only can see...(i think i can see more if i stare at my dad's head) that time i saw it was barely 1 am... it was juz 12 sumthing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SpAFcYsGCrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PEsONoFF1II/s1600-h/a+bit+of+meteor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SpAFcYsGCrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PEsONoFF1II/s320/a+bit+of+meteor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372800340674874034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i remember i went to see at about 10 then decided to rest abit n wake up at 12.30 to go watch the sky again... i had an early wake-up call and went straight outside to see at about 12.15am... i spent quite a while lying on the back of my mum's car while watching the sky... (my neck hurts after a while looking straight up while standing.so muz find comfortable position.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far there isnt anything to be proud of but atleast i tried. for that i'm pretty satisfied. but one day i will surely have a good look at it... I SHALL see it with my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it like how cousin says it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Aiyaa, lidat u wont see wan laar.. without the right person beside u, u wont see anything!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/So-NFvfQn2I/AAAAAAAAAd4/usz1K9Gh_iY/s1600-h/white+wira+with+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/So-NFvfQn2I/AAAAAAAAAd4/usz1K9Gh_iY/s320/white+wira+with+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372668010262732642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was sitting something like this if u asked how do u sit ON my mum's wira.&lt;br /&gt;n yes, almost everyone that passed by stared at me.&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt care less.... ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;thats just me.&lt;br /&gt;(note: imagine the car is blue, this is the only picture i can get)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-4988580820397343897?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4988580820397343897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=4988580820397343897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4988580820397343897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4988580820397343897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-before-before-power.html' title='The day before before power'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/So-Pge7sj2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/elMV7HGSrIE/s72-c/seaGull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-6822327454689586105</id><published>2009-08-16T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:06:42.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>history repeats...</title><content type='html'>was suppose to fetch my cousin from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;she just came back from langkawi, so as usual, i'm the one who always have nothing to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;well, all was good until i reached the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see one policeman having the time of his life, writing tickets for all those parking on the yellow line... well, its not my car so it doesnt concern me... i simply went ahead. and because i wanted to spare RM2(and the saman), i parked somewhere infront and called rosalyn to give me a miss call when she's out then i'll make 1 round back to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 10 minutes later, she called and i started to make my little round. as i was driving back, there was a police check at one of the road. i didnt reali bother as normally i juz drive pass them. i was confident i didnt do anything wrong so i couldnt careless. or so, thats what i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the crowd of about 10 cars, they called me to pull to the corner. surprised, i juz did what i was told... our conversation went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Me : Bang, ada apa masalah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Mr policeman : adik, u ada lesen tak? Cukup umur untuk memandu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Me : (ish!) Adaaaaa.... mesti la ada... (while digging for my pocket for my wallet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr policeman : i nak tengok lesen dan ic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at this point i can see another car called to stop at the side. i was like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; "hah, atleast i'm not the only one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Me : nah! Ini I.C. and ini lesen. Sudah CDL juga abang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr policeman : (looks for a while.....) . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at this point the car BEHIND me already continue on his journey.... and u can see like another 10-15 cars passed by without any problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr policeman : adik... tunggu sat ya, kami nak check database dulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Me : huh? swt......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 minutes later....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr policeman : oh, u punya ori. ok, u boleh pergi sekarang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finally reached the air port....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Rosalyn: wat took u so long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Me : LOOOONG STORY..... i'll tell u on the journey back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told her the story and yes... she laughed like crazy... n this isnt the 1st time... this happend to me on bike oso....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph! the policeman is just jealous of my youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah... i must reali learn to look more adult-ish... nvm... like how i always comfort myself, when i'm 50 years old, i'll look like i'm at my 30's... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way back, from airport, i nearly made so many wrong turnings... i have terrible sense of direction.... i nearly turned to Teluk Kumbar area.... and also Relau area... wah... too blurr d...&lt;br /&gt;till nxt time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-6822327454689586105?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6822327454689586105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=6822327454689586105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/6822327454689586105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/6822327454689586105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/history-repeats.html' title='history repeats...'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-6689057682896277633</id><published>2009-08-01T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T01:46:39.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>belated post of birthdays, rush week n bon odori</title><content type='html'>time for an update. i  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; had a proper update for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna be talking about stuff that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happend&lt;/span&gt; nearly 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; i can recall, it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;saturaday&lt;/span&gt;. on the night before, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jes&lt;/span&gt; called to invite me for her birthday party. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;, was actually pretty shocked but agreed to go anyway. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; known her since i was standard 1.(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;... its been nearly 11 years) one of my super long friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SnQzbJ8O09I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/d4XFAKKRqhg/s1600-h/jes+bithday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SnQzbJ8O09I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/d4XFAKKRqhg/s320/jes+bithday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364969597723136978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;chuin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;chen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;jes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;racheal yan yee daphne&lt;/span&gt;(i think..) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sherilyn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;plus &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; who's behind the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;all of us gathered at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Awana&lt;/span&gt; -something-... i cant remember names properly. its near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;penang&lt;/span&gt; swimming club. was actually suppose to drive, fetching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chuin&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chen&lt;/span&gt; but we all ended up following &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;easaw&lt;/span&gt;. he drove the black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;perdana&lt;/span&gt;... quite an exciting journey. a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;perdana&lt;/span&gt; can reali accelerate well. the highlight of the journey was how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;easaw&lt;/span&gt; likes the panic look on our faces and how we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; listen to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;chen&lt;/span&gt; when we're suppose to and when we listened to her when we're not suppose to... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hahhaa&lt;/span&gt;... pretty exciting ride. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; be as thrilling if it was me driving. glad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;easaw&lt;/span&gt; took the charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONTINUATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached there, eat, take pictures. i have to guide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;chia&lt;/span&gt; haw there too... the few times u hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;marcus&lt;/span&gt;(of all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;) giving directions.&lt;br /&gt;Shared some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;mutton&lt;/span&gt; meal with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;chuin&lt;/span&gt; and steal bit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;chen's&lt;/span&gt; fish since she cant finish. no good to waste food. after finishing our meal, they wanted to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;penang&lt;/span&gt; swimming club for karaoke....&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know about this part of the plan.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;.. go there sing sing sing.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of people celebrating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Odori&lt;/span&gt; in esplanade that day, i refrained myself from causing another tsunami to strike. At the end, me n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;chiao&lt;/span&gt; still had to sing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 1 song in order to leave. hopped into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;chia&lt;/span&gt; haw's car n head directly to Esplanade even though we were told that it was super jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up watching the fireworks in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;chiao's&lt;/span&gt; car.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;... not bad la... fireworks were great. but somehow i felt last time was better. can see that all the cars paused when the fireworks are going on and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; move once the fireworks was over. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;chiao&lt;/span&gt; wanted to go home after that but i already told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;joel&lt;/span&gt; n the rest that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be there... so i WILL be there... opened the door and went running towards the main field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a long search, finally bumped into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;wp&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt; and ultimately met up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;jl&lt;/span&gt; and hm. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;... dunno where to stand after that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. after that i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;somewat&lt;/span&gt; glad that i missed the fireworks with them. at that time, i guess i was a character that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; meant to be there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;... saw quite a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; there too.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; as in schoolmates whom i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; see for quite a long time. n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; still owe me my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had supper at some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Sg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Pinang&lt;/span&gt; hawker stall together with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;... a nice place with lots of food. but i was pretty full that time so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; had a can of 100plus. they talked about their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;schoollife&lt;/span&gt; and kept on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;highlighting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; happened 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Nov 18 and a half years ago. (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept soundly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; after reaching home.. i felt that everything was on a rush that day. i dunno y? i still remain slow as usual but still feels like a rush... but it was not a bad day.. I had quite a lot of fun and was happy on how things went even if i was late for everything. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; have been a better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-6689057682896277633?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6689057682896277633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=6689057682896277633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/6689057682896277633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/6689057682896277633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/belated-post-of-birthdays-rush-week-n.html' title='belated post of birthdays, rush week n bon odori'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SnQzbJ8O09I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/d4XFAKKRqhg/s72-c/jes+bithday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-5860629165874615528</id><published>2009-07-24T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:52:15.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taggy</title><content type='html'>juz felt like doing a tag after so long of no updates. got this from boon kity's blog. n i have nothing better to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  From now on, you can't tell lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahaha.... i'll try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Think back six months ago, were you single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you carry with you at all times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wallet, Handphone, spectacles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you say you don't care, do you mean it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very much depends on the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mixed feeling. i want to believe i am happy but that doesnt seem to be the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Is something wrong right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well, something is definately not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you mad at someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nah, its kinda hard for me to hold grudges...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my mind is blank.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you jealous of someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha! i envy and admire a lot of ppl but not to the extend of jealousy.. there are a lot of amazing ppl around me... too much infact, makes me feel very useless sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you have a piggy bank that's actually shaped like a pig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AHA! i have the Pig of Good Luck!(refer to previous previous post if u dun understand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you want to start over with anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you know if anyone likes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not a chance, it will take more than a blind girl to fall for a guy like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you good at hiding your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a lousy actor, seriously, i always try but fail epically every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What are you supposed to be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sri assignment? study? finals coming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. True love or 1 billion bucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, but i know i have horrible eyesight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Anything you would change about your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a bigger n less fragile body would be great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You have to get a tattoo, where and what do you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a simple design on my right shoulder? but i dont think i ever wanna tatoo myself though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Could you cry right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dont think cry that easily...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you ever think about stuff and start crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;err... i think about stuff then laugh to myslef la... that happens quite often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How often do you hold back from saying what you are thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;many many many many many many countless times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you okay with the life you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahaha... i guess so.. i'm contented enough with such a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Last person you told a secret to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohohoho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like hugs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who doesnt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you believe true love can conquer anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahaha! possible... no such privilege to know for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cant remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How much money did you spend today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM4.00 - sambal fried rice with extra rice from big bites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What are you sitting on right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a white chair given by my cousin downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who's the last person you IM'd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wen Ping... discussing on how to do sri lab 4 report. yes, i have no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What's something you really want right now, be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A miracle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How do you feel about your hair right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they hate me n they refuse to stay in contact on my head. (T.T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;went to college although there was no class.... was testing out how a transformer works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Would you forgive a friend for telling your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well... it depends. but i'll probably forgive him together with a big tight slap. no hard feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Is there someone that makes you happy every time you speak with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course! there are more than 1 actually... many awesome ppl around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. When's the last time you said you were fine and you really weren't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;erm... i actually do that too often. i'm not sure when is the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at one moment there is nothing. the nxt moment my head is filled with thoughts.and from time to time a face does keep on flashing out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i hate it when it happens)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Whose birthday is coming up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOMORROW! Rosalyn, got her a dudu... this is probably the 1st year, i'm giving everyone in my family a birthday present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Were you happy when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was never happy when i have to wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is one emotion you are feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What's the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, fruits. apples to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Are you easy to get along with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dunno. ask ppl around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Ever cheated on someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No such privilege to even try. but i dont think i ever will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Who is the last person to send you a text?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DiGi, my best sms buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What are you currently listening to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time of my life - david cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-5860629165874615528?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5860629165874615528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=5860629165874615528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/5860629165874615528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/5860629165874615528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/taggy.html' title='taggy'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-4723324297793087143</id><published>2009-07-08T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:50:07.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor lappie...</title><content type='html'>my recently bought laptop has been giving some problems lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things has been coming out and programs keep on crashing.&lt;br /&gt;even microsoft words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n to top it all up, it cant even play cs condition zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt reali bother me much until my mircosoft words start crashing while doing my report.&lt;br /&gt;this laptop was bought solely for this reason.&lt;br /&gt;reports. n now it cant even do that.&lt;br /&gt;but all is good. i DO have a warranty for it. so its juz a matter of sending it back to them and all will be as good as new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the thing thats bugging me is... how did it become like this?&lt;br /&gt;i dont download stuff on this computer.&lt;br /&gt;i always try my best to scan pendrives whenever it enters my lappie.&lt;br /&gt;i installed Trend Micro Internet Security(not juz anti-virus) and probably did everything i know to block every entry point i can think of....&lt;br /&gt;but y?? y does it still give me problem???&lt;br /&gt;the answer was made clear when i visited jg's blog a while ago....&lt;br /&gt;now i know y....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SlWEN0lh_oI/AAAAAAAAAdI/gxkVGhH8s1w/s1600-h/furry+monster+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SlWEN0lh_oI/AAAAAAAAAdI/gxkVGhH8s1w/s320/furry+monster+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356332704816299650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i should have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;p/s: ppl, beware! ur reports are at stake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-4723324297793087143?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4723324297793087143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=4723324297793087143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4723324297793087143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4723324297793087143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/poor-lappie.html' title='Poor lappie...'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SlWEN0lh_oI/AAAAAAAAAdI/gxkVGhH8s1w/s72-c/furry+monster+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-6012196293708208182</id><published>2009-07-06T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:27:34.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E - nite 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SlH6hcEIJiI/AAAAAAAAAdA/sy1YTvJW-sE/s1600-h/P1000572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SlH6hcEIJiI/AAAAAAAAAdA/sy1YTvJW-sE/s320/P1000572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355336884296361506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Engineering Night 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time i attended a prom.&lt;br /&gt;1st time i spent more than RM6 for my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite a night. it would have been a nice n wonderful night but i didnt sleep at all the night before so my energy bar was actually near critical. but its still good. since chan decided to postpone the deadline till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this time, i even got myself a lucky draw! I shall name it The Pig of Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SlH5crm2eeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/n5J54mn6CFY/s1600-h/P1000573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SlH5crm2eeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/n5J54mn6CFY/s320/P1000573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355335703057562082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the picture i like most is still this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SlH4S6Pw2kI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Xtg3LNCCCJk/s1600-h/P1000568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SlH4S6Pw2kI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Xtg3LNCCCJk/s320/P1000568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355334435676936770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us with our very own style... n i feel like an 8 year old. but i'm good with that. i dun mind. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that'll be all for now... wanna "por" back my sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-6012196293708208182?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6012196293708208182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=6012196293708208182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/6012196293708208182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/6012196293708208182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-nite-09.html' title='E - nite 09'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SlH6hcEIJiI/AAAAAAAAAdA/sy1YTvJW-sE/s72-c/P1000572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-1369480238814002565</id><published>2009-06-28T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:08:57.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i juz wanna be me.</title><content type='html'>sometimes as we advance further in life, i feel that it gets harder and harder to be urself.&lt;br /&gt;i have difficulties being my self lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say hope is the worst thing to be without. i feel really really hopeless right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there seems to be more n more n only emo post from me recently. i guess that makes me a pretty emotional guy. mayb i am. arghhh, screw it. i dont care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams do affect me quite a lot. n this time, a nightmare came to life. n the worst part is i cant do anything. all i can do is juz sit there n watch everything RE-happen... as it eats me from within... my mind is so full of words but my mouth juz cant say them out. i am not me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm the lousiest actor u can find in the face of this earth. i cannot hide anything. sooner or later my mask will fall off n my "real" face comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even i, dont know wats my problem. i dont know wats wrong with me. seriously....&lt;br /&gt;when i look back now...its only a small matter n there were so many things that i could have done. yet i decided not to. thats wat pisses me off. n over n over again it replays in my head. the moment i done nothing while i could have done atleast something.  for that, i juz wanna bang my head on the wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in everything i do, i screw up. makes me feel like its better if i would juz dissapear. everything will probably be the same. mayb better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make things super clear, i'm not pointing faults at anyone. i am merely disappointed at myself. but one part of my mind is telling me is that if i cannot forgive myself then how am i going to advance? the 1st step muz always begin with identifying the problem n forgiving ur ownself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. easier said then done. i cant juz say "marcus, i forgive u" and hope it'll work... i can never lie to myself. thats wat makes it hard. like they say, one's greatest enemy is the devil inside of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, even when i'm as dissapointed as i am now, there are still a few great news. my friends seem to be doing well. sometimes juz looking at them happy makes u quite happy urself too. i dont know about others but i'm like that. thanks for giving me good news at times like this when i reali need good news to parry the bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember someone told me: time heals all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reali do hope i can forgive myself soon. every sec is agony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-1369480238814002565?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1369480238814002565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=1369480238814002565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/1369480238814002565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/1369480238814002565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-juz-wanna-be-me.html' title='i juz wanna be me.'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-1091181287723897351</id><published>2009-06-13T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:20.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it didnt work.</title><content type='html'>the circuit constructed didnt work....&lt;br /&gt;version 3.0 needed....&lt;br /&gt;another powerful inspiration required...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-1091181287723897351?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-7628753340908905737</id><published>2009-06-10T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:00:06.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recuperating....</title><content type='html'>getting better....&lt;br /&gt;can now walk properly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adn&lt;/span&gt; carry out daily activities without much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hinderance&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but however, there have been a few side effects....&lt;br /&gt;it seems that there was a few changes noted in me over the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally start using Inti lift like normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;. normally the usual me would opt for stairs. now i rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; stand there n push the button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i begin to be extra paranoid about everything around me. i feel that everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; turn out wrong. n i begin to get 'scared' of everything. even the slightest things and always reluctant to take on any risk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more to find out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; 1 day of torture from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; stomach can do to u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;guan&lt;/span&gt;, if i ever acted like that or shriek like a little girl for small small things again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt; do slap me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yea... history was made today too... perhaps i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; blog about it yet but while i was suffering from the excruciating pain. an inspiration came n i drew a circuit out. went to confrim with mr. chan n got rejected in 3 secs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nxt day, made modifications to in n manage to come out with circuit version 2.0.....&lt;br /&gt;and it turned out not as bad as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a "Hmmmm, ok. The circuit is worth trying. " from mr. Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me thats a very very very good achievement...&lt;br /&gt;to be able to come out with something original that might or might not work.&lt;br /&gt;buts thats definately a MARCUSLIM circuit.&lt;br /&gt;u cant find it anywhere else..... lets keep our fingers crossed n hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;till nxt time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-7628753340908905737?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7628753340908905737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=7628753340908905737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/7628753340908905737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/7628753340908905737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/recuperating.html' title='recuperating....'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-5212040556998580580</id><published>2009-06-07T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T06:03:17.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>yesterday... the most painful n miserable day i had ever since god knows when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food poisoning.....&lt;br /&gt;a reali reali reali reali bad food poisoning.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i wasnt having diarrhoe in the toilet then i was probably vomiting in my room(with a pail of course) i think i'm even thinner now...... was vomiting until there is nothing left to throw out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna sleep but couldn't&lt;br /&gt;wanna eat but couldn't&lt;br /&gt;wanna do report but also couldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah.... its been so long since i gone through so much pain n agony....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm all drained.... left there dead without any energy... it even require tremendous effort to keep myself in this sitting position to type this post.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have 4 reports to complete... 1 of which needs to be handed up tomorrow..... for once i hate myself for procrastinating.... could have done it long ago..... but chose not to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll go back to sleep now. who can do my report for me? anyone? please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-5212040556998580580?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5212040556998580580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=5212040556998580580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/5212040556998580580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/5212040556998580580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-7930230007721407740</id><published>2009-05-29T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:01:37.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWARE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its not safe anymore.....&lt;br /&gt;it comes when u least expects it....&lt;br /&gt;it strikes when ur soundly asleep...&lt;br /&gt;AND THREATENS PPL TO NOT SLEEP......&lt;br /&gt;ooh... the horror.... the agony....&lt;br /&gt;beware if u see this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Sh_p-sfBGiI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ZrMz-aCjrZQ/s1600-h/29052009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Sh_p-sfBGiI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ZrMz-aCjrZQ/s320/29052009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341244946387114530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save yourselves before its too late......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-7930230007721407740?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7930230007721407740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=7930230007721407740' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/7930230007721407740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/7930230007721407740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/beware.html' title='BEWARE!'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Sh_p-sfBGiI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ZrMz-aCjrZQ/s72-c/29052009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-3322474648519818484</id><published>2009-05-16T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:41:30.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>double jointed? who cares!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What doest it mean to be Double Jointed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;here are many misunderstandings when it comes to the meaning of being double jointed. In one case, the term itself implies that double jointed people have twice the number of joints than normal human beings. Some even assume that double joints allow for twice the usual amount of motion. However, these meanings are myths. All human beings have the same number of bones and joints, all of which have similar capacities for movement. So what does it really mean to be double jointed?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you are double jointed, it simply means that your joints and their surrounding structures, known as &lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-are-ligaments.htm"&gt;ligaments&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-are-tendons.htm"&gt;tendons&lt;/a&gt;, are unusually flexible, enabling you to bend or rotate them in ways that other people find impossible and painful. Furthermore, you are able to stretch your joints, ligaments and tendons to a greater extent than commonly experienced by people with normal flexibility. For instance, there are &lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-a-circus.htm"&gt;circus&lt;/a&gt; performers who can bend their bodies to the back from the waist, locking their heads in between their legs. Other double jointed people can bend their thumbs the wrong way until the tips touch their hands. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From a medical viewpoint, being double jointed is synonymous with &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-hypermobility.htm"&gt;hypermobility&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. This is another misnomer, as 'hyper' indicates that which is too much. Double jointed people are not overextending their joints, but are rather allowing them to function to their fullest capability. It just so happens that this capability is beyond the typical person's ability for movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="mContent"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does it happen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Joints are the hinges that connect two or more bones together, allowing motion and movement to occur naturally in a particular direction. Ball-and-socket joints, however, are joints in which the rounded end of a bone fits into the hollow of another, allowing rotary movement in every direction. The opening or hollow in which the bones sit is called a socket. The depth of a socket determines the flexibility of that joint. &lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-cartilage.htm"&gt;Cartilage&lt;/a&gt;, a firm fibrous tissue made up of a protein called &lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-collagen.htm"&gt;collagen&lt;/a&gt;, cushions bones at joints and is another factor that affects joint pliancy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Extreme flexibility in double jointed people is caused by a combination of several factors. Double jointed people have a very shallow socket, enabling more movement in both directions. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Where ball-and-socket joints are concerned, people with double joints can intentionally and painlessly dislocate the bone completely from its socket and then move it back into position again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Shallow sockets, combined with bone ends that are smoother than normal, also help joints slip and move easily in any direction. Ligaments and cartilage that stretch beyond the usual extent impact joint flexibility in the same way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does it matter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We have all been double jointed at some point in our lives. A good example can be taken from our childhood, when we could bend from the waist and touch the tips of our fingers to the floor while keeping our legs straight. As we age, our ligaments, cartilage and bones harden, losing their suppleness. This is why any sports requiring extended flexibility, such as gymnastics or &lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-ballet.htm"&gt;ballet&lt;/a&gt;, should be inculcated from a young age. So, being double jointed does not matter as long it as does not negatively impact our health and well-being.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . now thats y i can bend my fingers so easily. . . i tot i juz had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cha bor-like &lt;/span&gt;hands. . . turns out to be more than that. . . . argh... nvm.... contented with a cursed body... i would definitely wish for more but nothing can be done. all i can do is accept. this is my body n this is how i treat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my eyes are tired, i still strain them to see. thinking that the only thing stopping me is my mind. if i can overcome the mind then i can achieve anything. and i get wat i deserve. me without my glasses is like a blind man without his sunglasses n walking stick. we both look normal but cant reali see anything. I now remember that i muz also listen to my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there is something reali heavy that i cannot lift. i will continue trying n trying n trying. thinking that on every try, i will get stronger. slowly lifting it bit by bit n finally to where i want it to be. i keep thinking that if i work it hard enough my arms can carry anything. my arm has done so much for me. now, it has be dislocated twice. even a simple swing from my own body can separate the ball and socket of my arm. i now remember that i am still human and 70% of the daily things we do, we do it with both arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i fall down from a bike or down the stairs, i keep thinking that i will heal no matter wat happens. skinned knees are almost a close fren of me. there was a time when seeing my leg without an injury is equivalent to finding a four leaved clover. i tell myself all the time that i must not be afraid of falling down for if i'm so afraid , i wont achieve anything. now i have a scar that can never heal. i now remember that i'm not Claire Bannette nor a '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wu&lt;/span&gt;' n some falls CAN be fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i deal with my electrical experiments in the lab, i do not fear to try as i know the experiments are designed to be safe and will cause me minimal harm. i was stubborn thinking that my electrical knowledge is sufficient and will not in any way get electrocuted. but the truth is i'm juz an amateur. when i'm out of the lab and conducting my own experiments, i was 2 inches away from scaring my face. Blue sparks, that was able to melt away my multimeter probe&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(made of metal)&lt;/span&gt; in milliseconds, flew right pass my face. i now remember electricity is like fire, use it wisely n it will be useful, use it wrongly and it may just be Armageddon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now feel quite bad for the way i treated my body. well, this is wat i did n this is wat i deserve. seems pretty fair to me. i now feel actually quite happy i had this skinny little body. i could not ask for anything more. for i can proudly say that this body has endured thru quite a lot.Even that, i thank god for all those miserable experiences for it is by all this experiences we learn to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! and after all this, I am indeed happy to be alive! i shall now treasure every moment and every body part. i will listen to my eyes, arms, legs and together with the rest. but i still refuse to let the fear of getting hurt mess with my daily life. i will still continue exploring the realm of uncertainties n will inevitably fall once more. thats juz me, i cant help it. its my calling. as long as i still have 2 arms n 2 legs n workable body parts, i will rise up gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall end the post with a nice saying i came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happiness &lt;/span&gt;keeps you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trials &lt;/span&gt;keep you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strong&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorrow &lt;/span&gt;keeps you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Human&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Failure &lt;/span&gt;keeps you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humble&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Success &lt;/span&gt;keeps you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glowing&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;...but only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faith &amp;amp; Attitude&lt;/span&gt; Keeps you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Thank you God for this wonderful body n beautiful life! i will take good care of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-3322474648519818484?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3322474648519818484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=3322474648519818484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/3322474648519818484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/3322474648519818484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/double-jointed-who-cares.html' title='double jointed? who cares!'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-6486082812438106333</id><published>2009-05-14T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:13:19.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poison?</title><content type='html'>Taiwan, a woman suddenly died unexpectedly with signs of bleeding from her ears, nose, mounth &amp;amp; eyes. After a preliminary autopsy it was diagnosed death due to arsenic poisoning death. Where did the arsenic come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police launched an in-depth and extensive investigation. A medical school professor was invited to come to solve the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor carefully looked at the contents from the deceased's stomach, in less than half an hour, the mystery was solved. The professor said: 'The deceased did not commit suicide and neither was she murdered, she died of accidental death due to ignorance!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was puzzled, why accidental death? The arsenic is of the U.S. military for carrying rice seedlings H Gao.  The professor said: 'The arsenic is produced in the stomach of the deceased.' The deceased used to take 'Vitamin C' everyday, which in itself is not a problem. The problem was that she ate a large portion of shrimp/prawn during dinner. Eating shrimp/prawn is not the problem that's why nothing happened to her family ever though they took the same shrimp/prawn. However at the same time the deceased also took 'vitamin C', that is where the problem is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers at the University of Chicago in the United States , found through experiments, food such as soft-shell shrimp/prawn contains a much higher concentration of - five potassium arsenic compounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such fresh food by itself has no toxic effects on the human body! However, in taking 'vitamin C', due to the chemical reaction, the original non-toxic - five potassium arsenic (As anhydride, also known as arsenic oxide, the chemical formula for As205) changed to a three potassium toxic arsenic (ADB arsenic anhydride), also known as arsenic trioxide, a chemical formula (As203), which is commonly known as arsenic to the public!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　　　&lt;br /&gt;Arsenic poisoning have magma role and can cause paralysis to the small blood vessels, "mercapto Jimei"??, inhibits the activity of the liver and fat necrosis change Hepatic Lobules Centre, heart, liver, kidney, intestine congestion, epithelial cell necrosis, telangiectasia. Therefore, a person who dies of arsenic poisoning will shows signs of bleeding from the ears, nose, mouth &amp;amp; eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore; as a precautionary measure,&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT not take shrimp/prawn when taking 'vitamin C'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this; please do not be stingy. Forward to your friends and family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those know Mandarin, pls read the mandarin coz the English a bit 'kelakar' esp. the medical terms due to it being translated from Google...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this is a mail that was sent to me recently... immediatly i thought of an incident... an incident that has to do with hokkien mee and lime juice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SgwWCUNA4cI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ifRqCdNJhz0/s1600-h/DSC00222a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SgwWCUNA4cI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ifRqCdNJhz0/s320/DSC00222a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335663887566037442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hokkien mee..... aka PRAWN MEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SgwWCo4-X9I/AAAAAAAAAcA/A-lnSpllmfg/s1600-h/DSC00223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SgwWCo4-X9I/AAAAAAAAAcA/A-lnSpllmfg/s320/DSC00223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335663893119131602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;refreshing LIME JUICE as beverage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SgwWCxCKmqI/AAAAAAAAAcI/gCVZ65yNlDo/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SgwWCxCKmqI/AAAAAAAAAcI/gCVZ65yNlDo/s320/DSC00224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335663895305165474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the wonderful meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SgwWCwZHIwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2K2rmaLSMLM/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SgwWCwZHIwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2K2rmaLSMLM/s320/DSC00225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335663895132971778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SgwWDFTmg0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/GDwfCEkYh_w/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SgwWDFTmg0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/GDwfCEkYh_w/s320/DSC00226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335663900747006786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we're still alive are we? hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;but look at our faces, atleast we would die happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u may see more details &lt;a href="http://technical7.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-post-number-two.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: chia haw, no hard feelings k! ur mum's hokkien me was WORTH dying for.... it was great! no problem at ALL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-6486082812438106333?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6486082812438106333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=6486082812438106333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/6486082812438106333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/6486082812438106333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/poison.html' title='poison?'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SgwWCUNA4cI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ifRqCdNJhz0/s72-c/DSC00222a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-3270921989485016190</id><published>2009-05-09T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:49:43.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalala! all is OK!</title><content type='html'>yesterday i dreamt of running on top of houses, jumping from rooftop to rooftop and climbing up 10 story buildings. on top of that 10 story building, i saw a reali reali nice view!!! it was very dark but i can see a nice scenary of the lights in the city from the top! with a few flashes of lightning n rain, i can see a building with many many colourful lights (suntech?), airport with a runway of lights to guide planes, pisa with 10,000watts lightbulbs pointing upwards, penang bridge decorated like a christmas tree, queensbay beside gurney&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(huh?), PETRONAS TWIN TOWER&lt;/span&gt; and sooo much mooooore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(wait... now that i typed it out this place sound QUITE  FAMILIAR...except for the twin tower part and extra exagerations)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels great to run around freely like that! feels like i've gone for a nice long jog! juz that my feet didnt even make a step. i shall call it "mental jogging".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel much better. i guess i'm ok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THIS IS DEFINATELY NOT YET THE END!! I'M NOT DONE YET! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yea, due to some complications, i have to be back home before sundown again. bah! its juz a matter of time before i break that rule again. thats juz me. sorry mum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-3270921989485016190?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3270921989485016190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=3270921989485016190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/3270921989485016190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/3270921989485016190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/lalalala-all-is-ok.html' title='lalalala! all is OK!'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-5281734379661128820</id><published>2009-05-03T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:38:54.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wats wrong with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;okayyy&lt;/span&gt;...i cant take it anymore.... before u guys make more random assumptions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking about THIS! this is my lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Sf2H8q9H-EI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FIfqrl0FiGw/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Sf2H8q9H-EI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FIfqrl0FiGw/s320/DSC00523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331567010269100098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;marcus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lim&lt;/span&gt; no longer travel to and fro from college using 2 wheels.... he goes with 4...&lt;br /&gt;it all started end of last year when i dislocated my arm.&lt;br /&gt;the question at that moment was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"with my arm like this, how am i going to college??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even with my arm partially healed. its still not safe for me to ride a bike.... imagine if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; on a bike and my right arm(my dominant arm and also the arm controlling the accelerator) suddenly dislocats again? if anyone of you is asking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; about my mum's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wira&lt;/span&gt;, the answer is simple. She is using it to work everyday.so i cant use it. the only solution to that is going college by this! (its either that or i will have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;joel&lt;/span&gt; fetching me everyday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Sf2H8xAaDcI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ZX_pLY-trTA/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Sf2H8xAaDcI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ZX_pLY-trTA/s320/DSC00499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331567011893480898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nissan&lt;/span&gt; ad-resort. with the extra metal compartment on the top, it was voted weirdest car around. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! but its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. i like it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; the way it is. a car that will "grow" with me. the car is actually my dad's but was previously borrowed to my aunt. she recently bought a new car and therefore given back to my dad. since no one is using it n i need transport. I GET TO DRIVE IT. so, if u see the weirdest car with the weirdest number plate(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;KV&lt;/span&gt; 9765 A. its a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Langkawi&lt;/span&gt; car, therefore it has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;KV&lt;/span&gt; with an A at the back) and a weird driver in it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; me on the road. its generally an auto car but i call it a semi-auto because this auto car can "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;enjin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all... its a nice weird car. its MY weird car. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n if we were to go back to the beginning again, the reason i got the car was because i cant ride a bike. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; happens now when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back to normal? what do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; do to cars that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; going to be used? SELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Sf2H9LzrjnI/AAAAAAAAAbw/sRVoGl47zTM/s1600-h/DSC00522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Sf2H9LzrjnI/AAAAAAAAAbw/sRVoGl47zTM/s320/DSC00522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331567019087859314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i never expected to get my very own car like this. i only expect a bike or something like that. having this car for nearly 4 months is already considered a bonus. but i dun want it to be taken away from me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explanation done. i dun quite like explaining my abstract posts, truthfully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;speaking&lt;/span&gt;. in fact, i hate doing it. it spoils completely the purpose of the very post itself. but due to recent events i have to clarify it. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want any misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ughhh&lt;/span&gt;... i dun feel right recently...&lt;br /&gt;irritated, frustrated, agitated and very very very very very disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;all this with no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;i lose my patient so easily and go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; beyond help.&lt;br /&gt;i get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; at the smallest things and unable to see the bright side like i use to.&lt;br /&gt;unenthusiastic almost all the time and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have mood for anything, even for things i like doing.&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; become moody-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than those with PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; tired yet i cant sleep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; hungry yet i dun feel like eating.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so uneasy, even when there's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i have broken all the principles i made for myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; loosing myself.&lt;br /&gt;talking to my dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; work this time. (he's my best counsellor i got now. he gives the best advice and the best head to pat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; the hell is wrong with me. its like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;smth&lt;/span&gt; is going to happen to me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;smth&lt;/span&gt; big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college starts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . i feel like running in the rain. . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-5281734379661128820?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5281734379661128820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=5281734379661128820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/5281734379661128820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/5281734379661128820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/wats-wrong-with-me.html' title='wats wrong with me.'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Sf2H8q9H-EI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FIfqrl0FiGw/s72-c/DSC00523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-1986323674208526933</id><published>2009-04-27T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T05:19:43.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lobster or juz plain white rice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : another one of those reali reali abstract post that no one would understand except me.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is hungry... everyone needs food....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after starving for so long. i thought i could only expect to eat plain white rice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SfXOhUKtQ3I/AAAAAAAAAag/fZ95Hwloi9g/s1600-h/white_rice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SfXOhUKtQ3I/AAAAAAAAAag/fZ95Hwloi9g/s320/white_rice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329392805807473522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;something i can get almost anywhere... easily available as there is abundance of it and hence there isnt much competition over it.... in other words, easy food. and its pretty feeling too. however, it alone is plain and quite tasteless... although it can make me full easily but will it reali satisfy me?? Its definitely enough to stay alive but it'll be like eating for ur stomach... we wont reali enjoy the food to our heart's content. like a vampire living on cow's blood instead of human's. but either way... however or in whatever way u look at it, u may still live a nice and peaceful life with juz white rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SfXOhXTUzsI/AAAAAAAAAao/UPSlBIBjNrg/s1600-h/white_rice1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SfXOhXTUzsI/AAAAAAAAAao/UPSlBIBjNrg/s320/white_rice1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329392806648925890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by time, who knows, i might even like it...the simplicity of it. and they say that if u chew white rice in ur mouth long enuf, u can actually taste a little bit of sweetness &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(scientific explanation : enzyme amylase in our saliva will breakdown chains of starch, to simple sugar, maltose, and therefore giving sweetness)&lt;/span&gt;. or the white rice may juz have some gravy or curry right under it together with more dishes. it juz needs us to "korek" deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how i have thought to myself all these while.... this is wat i expect. a simple dish with a surprise center as a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wat if... all of a sudden THIS suddenly is served right in front of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SfXOhrzv6BI/AAAAAAAAAa4/SiD10n4jbwE/s1600-h/Lobster_Dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SfXOhrzv6BI/AAAAAAAAAa4/SiD10n4jbwE/s320/Lobster_Dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329392812153628690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how's that!&lt;br /&gt;a big lobster for the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something far more tastier than i have ever expected! something more expensive than i could ever afford. and its served right in front of me. Even before the rice came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there it lies...now what. .? take it?&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know how to eat it?? how to break the shell?? where to start eating???&lt;br /&gt;i have no clue..... i have never eaten any in my whole entire life.&lt;br /&gt;should i still take it?? or continue waiting for the rice to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wat a huge waste huh if i were to juz leave it there...  i mean, its there, right in front of me n i were to juz ignored it.... its like walking past a 50$ note on your couch.... obviously, if i dont take it other ppl might juz do it... after all, who doesn't want such a grand meal??? i tell u, SURELY there will be competition... a lot of it...its an exquisite meal everyone would only dream about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is sometimes sooo unexpected. when we expect so little and suddenly given so much, we would even wonder if that is reali actually for us... or izzit for the guy nxt to us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SfXR37msk3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/BIoDuUImeFM/s1600-h/Lobster_Dinner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SfXR37msk3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/BIoDuUImeFM/s320/Lobster_Dinner1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329396492885857138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reali dont know wat to do now... go for it?? no? well, thats juz the indecisive me... hahaha! nothing has changed all these years...  i'll leave this abstract post here to remind myself nxt time... do not waste ur time trying to understand it, u wont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n for all we know, the lobster may be alive n juz crawl away n everything will be of no use... life's unpredictable. thats the beauty of it, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SfZ3VUv9coI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OuzWWFmV1yU/s1600-h/white_rice2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SfZ3VUv9coI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OuzWWFmV1yU/s320/white_rice2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329578417270387330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SfZ3VdprVuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4PvIFiO1hxY/s1600-h/Lobster_Dinner3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SfZ3VdprVuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4PvIFiO1hxY/s320/Lobster_Dinner3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329578419659953890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the 2 dishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**truly a very very abstract post, nobody will understand this post(i wouldnt understand it either if i didnt create it). hahaha... i guess its meant to be that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till nxt time. 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href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/lobster-or-juz-plain-white-rice.html' title='lobster or juz plain white rice...'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SfXOhUKtQ3I/AAAAAAAAAag/fZ95Hwloi9g/s72-c/white_rice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-1584022360034877315</id><published>2009-04-24T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:30:54.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soul searching</title><content type='html'>i'm into self discover recently....&lt;br /&gt;i have been taking weird quizzes after weird quizzes(especially from facebook) as some might notice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe simple questions reali do tell alot about a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find the results for this quiz quite interesting. i remember taking this short quiz when i was still in christian fellowship form 1(or form 2). and recently came across it again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to the quiz, my dominant side is tilting towards a Phlegmatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strengths of a Phlegmatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Introvert | The Watcher | The Pessimist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Phlegmatic's Emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Low-key personality&lt;br /&gt;* Easygoing and relaxed&lt;br /&gt;* Calm, cool and collected&lt;br /&gt;* Patient well balanced&lt;br /&gt;* Consistent life&lt;br /&gt;* Quiet but witty&lt;br /&gt;* Sympathetic and kind&lt;br /&gt;* Keeps emotions hidden&lt;br /&gt;* Happily reconciled to life&lt;br /&gt;* All-purpose person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Phlegmatic As A Parent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Makes a good parent&lt;br /&gt;* Takes time for the children&lt;br /&gt;* Is not in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;* Can take the good with the bad&lt;br /&gt;* Doesn't get upset easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Phlegmatic At Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Competent and steady&lt;br /&gt;* Peaceful and agreeable&lt;br /&gt;* Has administrative ability&lt;br /&gt;* Mediates problems&lt;br /&gt;* Avoids conflicts&lt;br /&gt;* Good under pressure&lt;br /&gt;* Finds the easy way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Phlegmatic As a Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Easy to get along with&lt;br /&gt;* Pleasant and enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;* Inoffensive&lt;br /&gt;* Good listener&lt;br /&gt;* Dry sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;* Enjoys watching people&lt;br /&gt;* Has many friends&lt;br /&gt;* Has compassion and concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Weaknesses of a Phlegmatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Introvert | The Watcher | The Pessimist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Phlegmatic's Emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Unenthusiastic&lt;br /&gt;* Fearful and worried&lt;br /&gt;* Indecisive&lt;br /&gt;* Avoids responsibility&lt;br /&gt;* Quiet will of iron&lt;br /&gt;* Selfish&lt;br /&gt;* To shy and reticent&lt;br /&gt;* Too compromising&lt;br /&gt;* Self-righteous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Phlegmatic As A Parent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lax on discipline&lt;br /&gt;* Doesn't organize home&lt;br /&gt;* Takes life too easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Phlegmatic At Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Not goal oriented&lt;br /&gt;* Lacks self motivation&lt;br /&gt;* Hard to get moving&lt;br /&gt;* Resents being pushed&lt;br /&gt;* Lazy and careless&lt;br /&gt;* Discourages others&lt;br /&gt;* Would rather watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Phlegmatic As a Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dampens enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;* Stays uninvolved&lt;br /&gt;* Is not exciting&lt;br /&gt;* Indifferent to plans&lt;br /&gt;* Judges others&lt;br /&gt;* Sarcastic and teasing&lt;br /&gt;* Resists change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... sounds alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who wants to try this out as well, u may go to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneishy.com/personality/"&gt;http://www.oneishy.com/personality/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-1584022360034877315?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1584022360034877315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=1584022360034877315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/1584022360034877315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/1584022360034877315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/soul-searching.html' title='soul searching'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-4521371692639725932</id><published>2009-04-22T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:53:43.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle of life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**a special post dedicated to my pork chop n PowerShot A430**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how new generations are born n old ones fade away...&lt;br /&gt;like how babies are born and our old folks pass away...&lt;br /&gt;like how toshiba came in and 2 faithful "companions" left me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the most trustworthy camera a photographer could ever have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon PowerShot A430&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se8ezjDhsFI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1AjJn0z4CtU/s1600-h/22042009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se8ezjDhsFI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1AjJn0z4CtU/s320/22042009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327510755134779474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the camera that followed me from IMG 0001 until IMG 9999 that the numbering starts again from IMG 0000... yes.. this camera has taken THAT many pictures.... always readily in my left pocket during form 5. i can vividly remember the times i used you to copy notes whether from the blackboard or notes from ppl.... Like it was juz yesterday when it was hari sukan n no other camera's were available.... The camera then endured thru ATC together with me. Canon, delighting you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se8kBz4uPxI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/x7NuO8ATTXE/s1600-h/IMG_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se8kBz4uPxI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/x7NuO8ATTXE/s320/IMG_0846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327516497729175314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you take pictures with cross-over distortions and auto-effect....All in all,  You have served me well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se8iFcVakAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-R2wwkXZi6U/s1600-h/IMG_1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se8iFcVakAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-R2wwkXZi6U/s320/IMG_1356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327514361103290370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se8qr30jBMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/qKJqB_Kdb2M/s1600-h/IMG_1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se8qr30jBMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/qKJqB_Kdb2M/s320/IMG_1348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327523817409676482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eric, now u know y i dun have "real" pictures of my toshiba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pork Chop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se8u4g7cTJI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/9lPH1RZOYtc/s1600-h/12042009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se8u4g7cTJI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/9lPH1RZOYtc/s320/12042009%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327528432649391250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so sorry but i have no real picture of u...... all i'm left with is the cover... for those who wish to know, pork chop is the cup i drink my milo/milk/leng teh/water/lychee/many more from almost everyday. it was a birthday gift from chiao from dunno how long ago.... my mum was washing it that day and "KA-PIANGGGG!!!" it fell and broke.... all i have left is the cover that came together with the cup that has never been used.... juz imagine a cup with that colour n that pig design on it. n keep in mind that it isnt juz an ordinary cup! its a Musical Cup! it will ring when u put it on a table.... i remember pouring hot water in it n it wont stop ringing for 3 days! i had to wrap it in cloth n hide it in the deepest part of my store room so that we can sleep at night. n it kept ringing for 3 days 3 nights.All in all, You have served me well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i shall take this chance(although its too late) to thank you for serving me. RIP. u shall be remembered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"End of Tribute Post"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watched K-20 recently.... quite a nice movie.... makes you want to jump around and run reali fast! watch it for urself n u'll know wat i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se8u4oxNfTI/AAAAAAAAAaY/X4lg2w8kk5c/s1600-h/k-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se8u4oxNfTI/AAAAAAAAAaY/X4lg2w8kk5c/s320/k-20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327528434753961266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till nxt time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-4521371692639725932?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4521371692639725932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=4521371692639725932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4521371692639725932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4521371692639725932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/circle-of-life.html' title='Circle of life....'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se8ezjDhsFI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1AjJn0z4CtU/s72-c/22042009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-7798854030450686747</id><published>2009-04-21T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:46:08.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Lappie! Toshiba M300-S411</title><content type='html'>i wont brag too much about it...&lt;br /&gt;but i am really really happy about my new laptop...&lt;br /&gt;i only expected one that is powerful enuf run microsoft words so i can do the report with the rest. (instead of me alone in wen pings room using his pentium III destop.)&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm complaining about his computer(it has served and saved me countless times) but i was isolated from the rest... then each time wan transfer anything muz plug out things... then muz choose between internet or thumdrive. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all of that is the past! Now we can all welcome this new toy with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I present to you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TOSHIBA Satellite M300 - S411!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se3T3MVfx4I/AAAAAAAAAZI/RLTgXlO2a-g/s1600-h/toshiba+m300+S411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se3T3MVfx4I/AAAAAAAAAZI/RLTgXlO2a-g/s320/toshiba+m300+S411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327146879406819202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lappie!&lt;br /&gt;(note that different colours represents different models... not the same model with different colours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se3T29mqNhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/U1-zcGIBeaE/s1600-h/Copy+of+toshiba+m300+S411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se3T29mqNhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/U1-zcGIBeaE/s320/Copy+of+toshiba+m300+S411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327146875452274194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So.. to be more specific. THIS is my lappie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se3Vo4UrEUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/M7WvYN89oxA/s1600-h/Copy+%282%29+of+toshiba+m300+S411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se3Vo4UrEUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/M7WvYN89oxA/s400/Copy+%282%29+of+toshiba+m300+S411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327148832539742530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is the specs... far better that i expected.&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy n contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the past few days, i got to know my lappie more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my views are....&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;stylish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;glossy finish, so dirt will not stick easily, unlike inspirons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;extrely good heat dissipation, i dun think i will ever need a cooler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harman kardon speakers damn chun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i dun have to worry about graphics. this lappy can handle anything(so far).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;250gb shock absorber SATA hard disk. designed for clumsy ppl like me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;touch pad for music control, so paint will not be scratched off easily every time i push for nxt song like jg's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i like it n thats all that reali matters.hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;weak battery life. i juz bought n the batt can only last me 2 hrs max&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cannot do the "aero" function like joel's n hui mei's and wen pings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i like it n thats all that reali matters.hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-7798854030450686747?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7798854030450686747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=7798854030450686747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/7798854030450686747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/7798854030450686747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-lappie-toshiba-m300-s411.html' title='New Lappie! Toshiba M300-S411'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/Se3T3MVfx4I/AAAAAAAAAZI/RLTgXlO2a-g/s72-c/toshiba+m300+S411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-5712296563237403057</id><published>2009-04-05T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:54:18.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story to remember</title><content type='html'>yes, agree with jun guan.... i shall steal his idea n put it here too... hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may seem meaningless by juz reading this simple biography...&lt;br /&gt;but when u SEE for urself who is he TODAY then it will reali mean something.&lt;br /&gt;The things he does n how he does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before it is deleted together with the EEE 1103 group, let it be immortalised here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Many students are facing difficulty in applying theories into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;practical work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;My experience is rather different from many lecturers. I started&lt;br /&gt;working as a technician when I was 20 years old. My "laboratory" was&lt;br /&gt;at the production floor. I trained myself to apply theories by working&lt;br /&gt;backwards. When I see a practical result or symptom, I'll ask myself&lt;br /&gt;why that happen? I'll start searching for the answer through reading&lt;br /&gt;articles which were relevant. Many called this the "top-down&lt;br /&gt;approach". Years after years of self-training, I eventually picked up&lt;br /&gt;the skill. I believe I'm not a high-IQ person but I definitely have&lt;br /&gt;passion for electronics - I see them as toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I believe many students are learning the basics from books - but&lt;br /&gt;engineering is not just about learning from books. Reference books are&lt;br /&gt;very ideal, I called them the "wallpaper" - they simply look nice on&lt;br /&gt;the monitor screen, you don't really get the same when you are dealing&lt;br /&gt;with the real stuff. Reading a lot will surely enhance your knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;but you need the WISDOM to apply the correct knowledge at the correct&lt;br /&gt;place. Sometimes you might even need to trial and error to gain the&lt;br /&gt;wisdom. Too bad there are no short-cuts to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Do projects, troubleshoot projects that do not work, read magazines&lt;br /&gt;related to electronics, visit forums in the web that discuss on these&lt;br /&gt;topics, join the discussion - make all these your hobby. Don't treat&lt;br /&gt;them as your duty or as a task for examination, if you do then you'll&lt;br /&gt;never excel from what you are pursuing. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Kind regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;TW Chan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may forget the theories you taught but never the skill and the values.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-5712296563237403057?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5712296563237403057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=5712296563237403057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/5712296563237403057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/5712296563237403057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-to-remember.html' title='A story to remember'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-7675255629145909950</id><published>2009-04-03T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:23:24.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Tired...</title><content type='html'>the past week was probably one of the busiest i have been in years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after Inti changed it's grading method to 60% coursework and 40% final test, (previously it was 40% coursework and 60% finals)assignments begin to REALI matter... we need atleast 50% to pass....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its time like this u can reali see who your real frens are... u can see who are those willing to stop and lend you a hand and those who will juz rush towards their own destination stepping over ur head while you're in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is not the root of all evil.... its selfishness. (Learnt that from wen ping's cupboard.haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, u can also witness the potential unleashed in you! its like when a snake corners a mouse, the mouse may just be the 1st to bite. This week taught me a lot on determination and superhuman characteristics. muz learn how to manage my Ulti. Every "Pencak Sulit" has their price to pay.... we can notice the hidden talent in everyone during that time. the little skills that require tremendous stress to activate. Everyone has their own. if u havent found it, u havent got enough stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, special tribute to those who made the relaxation oscilloscope and 24/25 come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SdYbS0V-ouI/AAAAAAAAAYo/dPqcZYyL-vU/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SdYbS0V-ouI/AAAAAAAAAYo/dPqcZYyL-vU/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320470019887244002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the project in experimental stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Teh Wen Ping&lt;/span&gt; (Master Circuit Constructor) - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;there wont be any circuit to begin without him.we'll only have pieces of paper as our circuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Lee Jun Guan&lt;/span&gt; (Pro troubleshooter with auto-correct function) - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;we'll end up thinking too much, going too far and ultimately "sesat" if he doesnt drag u back to reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Joel Lim&lt;/span&gt; (Finance and Material Department and Soldering Factory) -&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; how else can we get components at extra discounts anytime we need it. seriously, ANYTIME we need it.and if human hands cannot solder, send it to the "factory" to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hui Mei&lt;/span&gt;(Main Schedule planner and Time Management) - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;face it. if it wasnt for her, all of us wont be in the project lab doing our project in the 1st place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SdYbS_Nb48I/AAAAAAAAAYw/CartAbjIiDc/s1600-h/IMG_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SdYbS_Nb48I/AAAAAAAAAYw/CartAbjIiDc/s320/IMG_1532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320470022804202434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Circuit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i'm juz glad it over.... now i can finally sleep in peace and concentrate more on finals which is in 2 weeks..... lets hope i can make it thru this semester as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired to write anything else.... n there wont be any updates for a while too... goodnite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-7675255629145909950?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7675255629145909950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=7675255629145909950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/7675255629145909950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/7675255629145909950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/dead-tired.html' title='Dead Tired...'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SdYbS0V-ouI/AAAAAAAAAYo/dPqcZYyL-vU/s72-c/IMG_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-2166969016402824460</id><published>2009-03-15T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T02:27:10.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of pools, finger and Fighting Cancer.</title><content type='html'>combo post again... i realise i dun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; have much to blog nowadays. or is it that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; too lazy n rather waste my time elsewhere... anyway, i write stuff here that i wan to remember n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;forbid&lt;/span&gt; myself to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Story 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mx's&lt;/span&gt; apartment. a cozy place with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; nice view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was 2 hours late because of my car. my weird car needs to be sent to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;by the time we decided to use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wira&lt;/span&gt; instead, it was nearly 5 and jg has to be back by 6...&lt;br /&gt;decided to take him back first. upon fetching him home, i was in a split decision whether to go or not to go.... heck, i was never good in making decision. the question of the day was "To Go or Not To Go".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i turn into my housing area, i suddenly felt guilty of "pang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;poay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kii&lt;/span&gt;" and decided to go...&lt;br /&gt;drove all the way to Ping's house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; to remember that i was suppose to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mx's&lt;/span&gt; place. gosh, i hate my sense of direction. Reached there safe and sound with my mum's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wira&lt;/span&gt; only to be thrown into the pool for being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; where story 2 begins....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Story 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after being pushed into the pool. i tried to drag the person who pushed me down together. being unable to reach her, i pulled the reclining chair she was sitting on and somehow or rather the the reclining chair's upper portion adjusted and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;kepit&lt;/span&gt;" her finger. nobody realise except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;... it was super scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her finger literally got flattened and a slight dent can be seen.... me, being the one who caused the whole incident, drove her to the nearest and only hospital in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bayam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;baru&lt;/span&gt;, Hospital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pantai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Mutiara&lt;/span&gt;. n yes, i was still soaking wet that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admitted her to the hospital. gone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; some check ups and took an X-ray. It turned out that her finger was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; flattened. if she was a guy, the finger would probably had been fractured. But since she has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; hands, the bone was merely compressed, not broken. But from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; i saw, it was freaking painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; guilty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searched my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;wira&lt;/span&gt; for an extra clothes n found the black INTI shirt still neatly packed in it plastic casing which i manage to grab when registering in inti early this year(thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Jt&lt;/span&gt;, if it weren't for u, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; either have to go shirtless or soaking wet.) and i also found a pair of pants which i thought was lost. i cant remember when or why i had it there. but nevertheless it was dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to swipe my mum's credit card to pay for the hospital's enormous, blood-sucking, overly priced bill... i thought the least i could do was pay for the hospital bill. but turned out that hm's mum is not a women u can bargain with easily. i tried to be responsible for my actions but her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;hokkien&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; no match for mine. Unwillingly, i was reimbursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now each time i look at it, i can feel the eternal guilt.  when u can see that the victim is feeling the pain while the person who caused it is happily minding his own business. No, i am not that kinda guy. i simply cannot go around acting like nothing ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after things get stable, we head back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;mx's&lt;/span&gt; apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;haizzzz&lt;/span&gt;.... these few weeks are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; not my day. its bad incidents one after another. sometimes i still think back to the moment i was wondering if i should go in the 1st place. if i had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; turn into my house n sleep, none of this will happen. But then again, what is done is already done and cannot be undone. we can just move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Story 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happened yesterday, went to youth park for the "Relay For Life Campaign"... they were collecting funds for those who are fighting cancer(i think). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;mx&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt; was participating, so we (me,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;omar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;wp&lt;/span&gt;,hm,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;joel&lt;/span&gt;) tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things i learnt was helium gas can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; make u sound like a chipmunk... i thought it only works in cartoons but this time i saw it right before my very eyes. and i even experienced it 1st hand!! n yes, i do sound like a chipmunk!!! Ian showed me that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; seen him in awhile. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; change one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the day very much but was actually quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt; from the day before. but, i leave no regrets and contented on how it went by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;assignments&lt;/span&gt; deadline is reaching.... Exam is in about 4 weeks... i can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; feel the pressure now... i need to spend more time with books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;nxt&lt;/span&gt; time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; starting to feel sleepy again. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-2166969016402824460?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2166969016402824460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=2166969016402824460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/2166969016402824460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/2166969016402824460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-pools-finger-and-fighting-cancer.html' title='Of pools, finger and Fighting Cancer.'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-3639417163090664822</id><published>2009-03-06T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:24:42.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tobey And Me...</title><content type='html'>Went for a movie on Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; something for the hell i have been going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, watched Marley and Me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SbHx8hmH_nI/AAAAAAAAAYM/n2IfQC7oPl4/s1600-h/marley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SbHx8hmH_nI/AAAAAAAAAYM/n2IfQC7oPl4/s320/marley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310291457759247986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a tale about a family. From husband, wife and dog to father, mother, children and dog....&lt;br /&gt;not a bad movie... quite touching... watch for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;urself&lt;/span&gt; to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt; and the gang there as well... never expected to see them. n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; i see them again, i remember of the RC times. why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; i go back form 6? and of course, again i felt so small compared to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SbHzeTwax6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/PthaECbbZRE/s1600-h/RC+gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SbHzeTwax6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/PthaECbbZRE/s320/RC+gang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310293137671505826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my story starts only after the movie....&lt;br /&gt;u know the time when after u watch a movie u feel like part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; life after that resembles the movie?&lt;br /&gt;something like how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;leo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nard&lt;/span&gt; can jump off a bike moving at around 60km/hr after he watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;spiderman&lt;/span&gt; III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, my dog suddenly became 80% like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;marley&lt;/span&gt;(except for the chewing part).&lt;br /&gt;It refuses to let me do anything else but sit beside him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SbH2DfIXqDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GiC7wX0aLMA/s1600-h/DSC00311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SbH2DfIXqDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GiC7wX0aLMA/s320/DSC00311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310295975403169842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how?", u may ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i do anything else(computer, TV, etc....), it will bark non stop and wake everyone up including the neighbours. But if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; sit in beside it then it'll keep quiet. its better to have 1 person not sleeping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt; for everyone in the neighbourhood to be not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so.... i sat there. beside my dog for nearly 2-3 hours.... that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; day before yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for today, my aunt(the main person taking care of the dog) is going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; Highlands, surely there will be more "Tobey and Me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i can hear my dog howling for lunch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cdb&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-3639417163090664822?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3639417163090664822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=3639417163090664822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/3639417163090664822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/3639417163090664822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/tobey-and-me.html' title='Tobey And Me...'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SbHx8hmH_nI/AAAAAAAAAYM/n2IfQC7oPl4/s72-c/marley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-8297686599982979200</id><published>2009-03-01T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:37:46.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>better.</title><content type='html'>Last nite for no apparent reason i dreamt that i had long hair....&lt;br /&gt;in my dream, i woke up, saw the mirror n on it is a reflection of me with long hair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with long straight silky sunsilk-advertisement-material hair.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up shortly after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i guess wat i'm trying to say is i'm getting better.... more of the old me is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, till nxt time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : most people wont understand this post. but i think some will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-8297686599982979200?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8297686599982979200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=8297686599982979200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/8297686599982979200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/8297686599982979200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/better.html' title='better.'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-86206227176189943</id><published>2009-02-24T04:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:53:01.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Day</title><content type='html'>waa...&lt;br /&gt;something big happened today.... and i have limited time to blog about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, to make the long story short.... i'll summarise it n let u guys fill up the spaces so that it will sound grammatically correct....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go college - test circuit - finally can work! - happy - wanted resolder my variable resistor - someone said her soldering iron cannot be used anymore - plug in - wanted to measure the voltage across the neutral n life wire -&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; BLUE SPARKS BURST OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  and was 5 mm from my face- all panicked - multimeter probe's tip melted - tripped the whole "cyber circle" - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIED 3 COMPUTERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should take full responsibility of my actions. For the 2 guys who somehow or rather got dragged in along with me, i'm truly sorry... i was the main culprit... but 3 computers is really out of my capability to cover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a very very very very very very very very very depressing day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow u may hear of 1 DEE engineering student (instead of a girl) wan jump down from inti 7th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-86206227176189943?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/86206227176189943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=86206227176189943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/86206227176189943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/86206227176189943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/waa.html' title='A Sad Day'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-4747673845476529543</id><published>2009-02-17T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:05:59.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang Head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bang Head. Bang Head.&lt;br /&gt;Stress. Stress.&lt;br /&gt;Bang Head. Bang Head.&lt;br /&gt;LAB&lt;br /&gt;LAB&lt;br /&gt;LAB&lt;br /&gt;LAB LAB LAB....&lt;br /&gt;Test&lt;br /&gt;Test&lt;br /&gt;Test&lt;br /&gt;Test Test Test.......&lt;br /&gt;Report&lt;br /&gt;Report&lt;br /&gt;Report&lt;br /&gt;Report Report Report.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we have to complete our assignment in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been so long since i had good sleep......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start bringing my towel n toothbrush to college....&lt;br /&gt;I'm there more than i'm at home....&lt;br /&gt;Driving to college TWICE A DAY....&lt;br /&gt;ONE in the morning. One at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bar of petrol for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;1 night of sleep for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my car is already overheating. i wonder when will I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.... its not all bad....&lt;br /&gt;i'm treating myself roti canai's and burgers night by night.&lt;br /&gt;there isnt much u can do 3 am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;i shall try to balance up to avoid further weight loss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang Head. Bang Head.&lt;br /&gt;Stress. Stress.&lt;br /&gt;Bang Head. Bang Head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-4747673845476529543?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4747673845476529543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=4747673845476529543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4747673845476529543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4747673845476529543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/bang-head.html' title='Bang Head.'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-6028969353731648207</id><published>2009-02-08T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:42:24.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there are things i wanna say....</title><content type='html'>currently, i have so many things that i wanna say.....&lt;br /&gt;so many things for me to blog about....&lt;br /&gt;i want these events to be remembered.... although some of it is already encrypted in my head so hard that it will take more than Alzheimer to rip the memory away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been super busy with assignments and test...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ok fine, i was only busy with assignments..... i haven't started one bit for my test... i'm doomed.. i know... the test this time is 20% in my finals....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past week, i've been staying over at college then to kayu nasi kandar until about 3 am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were fun moments and stressful moments.....&lt;br /&gt;as far as i can remember, there were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;KLST (prosperity!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movie 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Batu Maung Seafood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movie 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;(wait.. isnt that juz all fun moments? well, happy moments are to be remembered n awful memory are to be learnt from n then forgotten.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be elaborated after tests....&lt;br /&gt;guys, remind me if i miss anything.... and  about things i shouldn't be writing here....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-6028969353731648207?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6028969353731648207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=6028969353731648207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/6028969353731648207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/6028969353731648207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-are-things-i-wanna-say.html' title='there are things i wanna say....'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-2617456406136256576</id><published>2009-01-26T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T07:07:38.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I amaze myself....</title><content type='html'>I was sleeping soundly when the lion dance was commencing in my house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was jumping up and down (according to my mum) and the drums were pounding downstairs and i was happily sleeping upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i amaze myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SX3RmcvoN2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/E1evIe_qLqo/s1600-h/lion+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SX3RmcvoN2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/E1evIe_qLqo/s320/lion+dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295619195338766178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-2617456406136256576?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2617456406136256576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=2617456406136256576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/2617456406136256576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/2617456406136256576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-amaze-myself.html' title='I amaze myself....'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SX3RmcvoN2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/E1evIe_qLqo/s72-c/lion+dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-2953894289128032583</id><published>2009-01-24T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:55:34.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its mad updating season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Does it matter to you if your boyfriend or girlfriend smokes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yes, it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. How about drinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;drink all she wants. As long as its not an addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Do you like someone you can't have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;right now? nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. If someone like you right now, would you want them to tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;yes. its nice to be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. What's your favourite sport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Badminton?? hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. It's Saturday night, you're home alone. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sleep... (wat did u expect me to say. Raz? Hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. Do you like roller coasters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i used to be very scared of it.... now i kinda enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. When's the perfect time to have a bf/gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;when i meet the right person n when i feel i'm ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. If you could date any celebrity, who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cant think of any right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i wanna fix my car boot absorbers. and mayb oil the car fan too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11. What's your favourite restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm not a picky eater. Genting food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;12. Have you ever hugged someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is this even a question? Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;13. Ever kissed someone you weren't attracted to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nope, i dont remember kissing anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;14. Do you like anyone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I like everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;15. What is the first thing you noticed about the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Her smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;16. Which do you prefer - beach or mountains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mountains. With a nice scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;17. What kind of phone do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sony Ericsson K530i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;18. Computer or laptop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;both still computers to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;19. Jeans or sweats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sweats. jeans make me feel restricted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;20. Which year has been the best so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1990. when i was born chubby n worry about absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;21. How old are you gonna be on your next birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;19 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;22. What should you be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Assignments from college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;23. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Heroes. Season 1 is still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;24. What's been your last purchase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;koay teow th'ng. breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;25. Are you attracted to girls/boys that smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;26. Have you ever fallen on your butt in front of a crowd of people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yes, countless times. i'm the clumsiest guy i ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;27. What do you do when you're at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;28. What is your favourite subject?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;EGE 161&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;29. What is the best thing that ever happened to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;too many thoughts of the worst things that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;erm.... getting KV 9765 A?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;30. Ten person to tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;lazy tag ppl d la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Directions: Once you've been tagged, you have to write a post with sixteen random things, habits or goals about yourself. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don't forget to leave a comment "You're tagged!" and you can't tag the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i've done this before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;u will see about 27 goals to achieve in 2009 if u scroll down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm lazy to type over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i didnt tag anyone n my reason is i dun feel like tagging anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i blog more when i'm not so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-2953894289128032583?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2953894289128032583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=2953894289128032583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/2953894289128032583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/2953894289128032583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-mad-updating-season.html' title='Its mad updating season.'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-8211928901309893072</id><published>2009-01-23T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:17:28.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story of a multimeter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;*WARNING!!&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY ABSTRACT POST AHEAD. 'BACK' ICON IS ON THE LEFT TOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a analog multimeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SXq98uGS6LI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dJS12VRFI-M/s1600-h/analog+multimeter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SXq98uGS6LI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dJS12VRFI-M/s320/analog+multimeter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294753162791676082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was a relatively important instrument to those who knows how to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SXq98urqz6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/fvGZbDrCbJo/s1600-h/electrocuted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SXq98urqz6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/fvGZbDrCbJo/s320/electrocuted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294753162948431778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it measures current to make sure a circuit is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SXq98wHUSwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/l7SODLeZlys/s1600-h/lightbulb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SXq98wHUSwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/l7SODLeZlys/s320/lightbulb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294753163332832002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it measures voltage to make sure a circuit is able to power up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SXq98qrjD-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/WsayZhbew5A/s1600-h/FET+impedance+converter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SXq98qrjD-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/WsayZhbew5A/s320/FET+impedance+converter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294753161874182114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it measures resistance to make sure u have a matching impedance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its role is simple,&lt;br /&gt;all it does is measure n tell the reading...&lt;br /&gt;usable and fairly accurate.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few years later, a digital multimeter came into the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SXrB7nvzZWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/r7BByl7zUr0/s1600-h/agilent_u1240a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SXrB7nvzZWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/r7BByl7zUr0/s320/agilent_u1240a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294757541953365346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly usability became no longer a factor.&lt;br /&gt;people wants user-friendly effortless digital interfaces instead of needle pointing.&lt;br /&gt;people wants soft buttons instead of pure knobs.&lt;br /&gt;people wants light-weighted instead of solidly armored casing.&lt;br /&gt;people wants small n portable rather than powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what becomes of the analog multimeter???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SXq98xNhbDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZLA7tfsh-Pw/s1600-h/dumpster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SXq98xNhbDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZLA7tfsh-Pw/s320/dumpster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294753163627293746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will anyone realise the absence of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-8211928901309893072?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8211928901309893072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=8211928901309893072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/8211928901309893072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/8211928901309893072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-of-multimeter.html' title='A Story of a multimeter'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SXq98uGS6LI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dJS12VRFI-M/s72-c/analog+multimeter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-4611172411670143219</id><published>2009-01-23T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T03:03:34.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?? Flirtatious??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no comment......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n how come the &lt;b&gt;"Your view on yourself:" &lt;/b&gt;everyone the same wan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here... try if u have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-4611172411670143219?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4611172411670143219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=4611172411670143219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4611172411670143219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4611172411670143219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/huh-flirtatious.html' title='Huh?? Flirtatious??'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-8571812289256338699</id><published>2009-01-17T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:21:09.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 resolutions</title><content type='html'>my 50th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like writing my aim for this year here to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Stronger&lt;/span&gt;, like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Jun Guan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funnier&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hilarious&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wen Ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gentleman&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skillful&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy EVERYDAY&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Paul Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Friendly &lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonathan Easaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Open-Minded&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boon Kity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bold&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hui Mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smarter&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng Wai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Taller&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chia Haw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SXIW4eF3W1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/k8KY3qiYD30/s1600-h/iguanna+eating1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SXIW4eF3W1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/k8KY3qiYD30/s320/iguanna+eating1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292317671519902546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hardworking&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Independent&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric Capel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Modest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Loon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sporting anf Forgiving&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joe Jin &lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(change d... dun kill me k?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peaceful and Just&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheng Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laid Back&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sze Jian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Selfless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, like Krystle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Practical&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Chan Tse Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Entertaining&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Nien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A's&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spend More Time&lt;/span&gt; in college, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alan Looi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meticulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acquire more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Computer Knowledge&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;William Oung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surprising&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melissa Hoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Musical&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Be more&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Confident&lt;/span&gt;, like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I dint run out of qualities to learn from but colours to put them in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in All, these are things n qualities that i want in me in year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I already have role models to learn from... all i need is to practise them.&lt;br /&gt;i'll add to the list if i can think of anymore qualities to learn from people or find more colours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far 2009 started off with GREAT news n also DEPRESSING news....&lt;br /&gt;nvm..... COME WAT MAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;God will not give me anything i cannot handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-8571812289256338699?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8571812289256338699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=8571812289256338699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/8571812289256338699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/8571812289256338699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-resolutions.html' title='2009 resolutions'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SXIW4eF3W1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/k8KY3qiYD30/s72-c/iguanna+eating1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-671234729089114380</id><published>2009-01-13T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:00:55.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Major H Misunderstanding.</title><content type='html'>wah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have some things to clarify...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still single n NOT available.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not go around spreading rumours about myself having relationships.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not that famous in INTI n neither will any of my stories be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In this present time and age, I am not interested in having any bf/gf relationships.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And no, I walk a straight road. I'm not gay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't care whose fault is it or how it started but if it caused someone to cry then it has to be settled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My trust in Chia Haw has reduced tremendously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could murder Chia Haw/Jason Siew/whosoever that keep adding petrol into the fire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chia haw owes me lunch , a smack and my parang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sick and the extra stress is not helping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgive Chia Haw n I'm not holding any grudges.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not as angry as I sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have settled this little misunderstanding n i do not want such things to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;Did i make that clear enough?? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IT'S SETTLED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Actually, its already settled a long time ago.... juz been dug up and aggravated by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;certain people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chia Haw, take note. i dont care if u n ur class wants to be  gossip &amp;amp; drama kings queens or watever. Juz dont drag me along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall end the post with a hokkien saying (try reading out load if u dont get it) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;" La si bo su, mai ki choi su chuu lai !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(if there isn't any problem , dont simply dig out one!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-671234729089114380?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/671234729089114380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=671234729089114380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/671234729089114380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/671234729089114380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/major-h-misunderstanding.html' title='The Major H Misunderstanding.'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-3893902598940217344</id><published>2008-12-30T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:03:36.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>one hell of a year it has been for me....&lt;br /&gt;the 1st year ever out of school life into college life&lt;br /&gt;the 1st year ever going through working life(my dad's life)&lt;br /&gt;the 1st year ever i can actually talk to girls without feeling uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5MwtlBVaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1TANdTpqEZc/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5MwtlBVaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1TANdTpqEZc/s320/DSC00350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286747412331845026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guess which is mine? guess guess!&lt;br /&gt;*hint* its blue n i'm particular with my parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1yeFoElOI/AAAAAAAAAUI/jtgNzyFNCPQ/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1yeFoElOI/AAAAAAAAAUI/jtgNzyFNCPQ/s320/DSC00284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286507398834722018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(jun guan did that if u muz know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;quite a big leap for me though.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went through a lot of things....&lt;br /&gt;experience a lot of things....&lt;br /&gt;and learnt a lot of things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1yenpCVhI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/74v2yEeTX4Y/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1yenpCVhI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/74v2yEeTX4Y/s320/DSC00273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286507407965574674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5Npj8TDAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/WXqsXDp2AJE/s1600-h/DSC00309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5Npj8TDAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/WXqsXDp2AJE/s320/DSC00309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286748388997663746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5NpeDvfcI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/C5P1Ti2Sjhg/s1600-h/DSC00193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5NpeDvfcI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/C5P1Ti2Sjhg/s320/DSC00193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286748387418275266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met alot of new friends.....&lt;br /&gt;got to know more about ppl that i already know.....&lt;br /&gt;got in into a totally new environment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1zeP40tHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/GIZCKDG7dps/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1zeP40tHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/GIZCKDG7dps/s320/DSC00228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286508501100967026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1wgrfVcAI/AAAAAAAAATg/bKTA6N9nKfs/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1wgrfVcAI/AAAAAAAAATg/bKTA6N9nKfs/s320/DSC00361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286505244335108098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a year its has been........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In The BEGINNING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1wgTD7O_I/AAAAAAAAATY/0W6TXu7W064/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1wgTD7O_I/AAAAAAAAATY/0W6TXu7W064/s320/DSC00107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286505237777693682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the start of the year i was under BC Pest Technologies.&lt;br /&gt;Thats my father's own company. i worked for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;to be truthful.... i used to be a little embarrassed when ppl ask wat my dad does for a living.&lt;br /&gt;He does Pest Control.&lt;br /&gt;he deals with all sorts of pest.... from termites to animal control.&lt;br /&gt;basically he handles all the dirty stuff normal ppl wouldn't want to handle.&lt;br /&gt;all the messy jobs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like when u have a dead rat in ur house, he's the man ppl would call.....&lt;br /&gt;like when u have a cockroach problem,  he's the man ppl would call.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[if u DO have this problems like this, pls contact 016-4228995, special discounts will be given to marcuslim's frens. hehe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that man happen to be my father..... at one time i actually sort off looked down at my own dad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Eeyeer! He does THAT?!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after the few months i went thru with him..... BOY! am i proud to have a father like him.....&lt;br /&gt;its reali shows how much a father would go through to support his family.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u think its easy LOCATING a dead rat?&lt;br /&gt;when the very second u open the door to the room with a dead rat, u would wish u were as dead as the rat.... the awful smell alone is able to knock anyone unconscious..... we're talking about an enclosed area... where the smell has been contained for a quite a while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this Man has to walk straight in.... take a breath IN THE ROOM.... and find the source of the smell.... which will ultimately lead us to the carcass.... i have yet to master that skill.... i juz cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;locating is juz the start.... and then disposal? its not a very decent experience....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually these few months with him was very crucial in our father n son relationship...... i can now proudly say that this Man over here is my dad n this is wat WE DO!&lt;br /&gt;learnt SOOOOO much from him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also did SOOOOO many things i never thought of doing(nicer told by mouth + actions)...... all the odd odd jobs.... i definitely enjoyed my time working under my dad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : if i'm not mistaken, my dad went to Cheng Yee's house to spray insecticide before....&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... realise it after she told me where she lived. i think its her. should be... correct me if i'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry not much pics... i dun think of taking pictures when i'm working my ass off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;In The MIDDLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after BC pest was college... enrolled in Inti n was quite happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;i already blog about it a couple of times so i wont reali go deep into it again.&lt;br /&gt;i'll juz highlight crucial parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5Npim2MJI/AAAAAAAAAVg/XYlutiPj9mY/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5Npim2MJI/AAAAAAAAAVg/XYlutiPj9mY/s320/DSC00327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286748388639256722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1whIBhcsI/AAAAAAAAATo/R8-A56sYpNA/s1600-h/DSC00363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1whIBhcsI/AAAAAAAAATo/R8-A56sYpNA/s320/DSC00363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286505251994694338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;met a lot wonderful people here in Inti&lt;br /&gt;They made it a nice place&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed my time here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sometimes it was monotonous and routine but sometimes its also quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAHA! 1 thing i was quite proud of, my Hokkien went on geometric progression since i joined.&lt;br /&gt;basically in a class of nearly 70 people. only 10 speak English on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was going to be like those lone rangers at the corner minding their own business but no....&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that kind of person.. i'll die like that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5LJShND8I/AAAAAAAAAUo/03sK6w9CI3M/s1600-h/DSC00217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5LJShND8I/AAAAAAAAAUo/03sK6w9CI3M/s320/DSC00217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286745635541553090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1whyCicII/AAAAAAAAATw/1MqC3_SWDaY/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1whyCicII/AAAAAAAAATw/1MqC3_SWDaY/s320/DSC00378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286505263273242754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the tough times we been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(as usual wen ping is always the saddest. HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;well, when English dun go well with them n Mandarin dont go well with me.&lt;br /&gt;Hokkien came into the picture! of course, i still had difficulties but at least there's progress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(better than learning mandarin from scratch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n to think that once upon a time Hokkien the ONLY language i know.&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i can now speak Hokkien with an English dialect.&lt;br /&gt;Inti Certified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5LHt2ZpRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nrjiOLo2DfA/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5LHt2ZpRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nrjiOLo2DfA/s320/DSC00212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286745608518477074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5LJnbB6TI/AAAAAAAAAUw/wreIBl1IUY0/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5LJnbB6TI/AAAAAAAAAUw/wreIBl1IUY0/s320/DSC00219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286745641152801074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1wiFaSqFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/iZI1TbrEiRI/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1wiFaSqFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/iZI1TbrEiRI/s320/DSC00458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286505268473145426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happy times we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(to return all the pain we caused him... Thx Ping!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went through 2 semesters of Diploma in Electric and Electronics.&lt;br /&gt;got a Certificate of Merit for one of them. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(who would have thought?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5LKe3DfQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/RHp2T5uMhzA/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5LKe3DfQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/RHp2T5uMhzA/s320/DSC00296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286745656034295042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;successfully OVERNIGHT-ed at college.&lt;br /&gt;was doing the bluudy project that can make ur whole house blackout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In The END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got suited with the environment, i begin to get more sloppy.&lt;br /&gt;i no longer pay much attention in class nor do much (or any) homework....&lt;br /&gt;i get interested very quickly but also loses interest juz as easily.... that's bad.&lt;br /&gt;i begin to let joel do my assignments... haha! thanks man. n sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Joel, slap me if i ever do that again!&lt;br /&gt;didnt have enough semangat in the 2nd semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had 2 months holidays at the end of the year......&lt;br /&gt;i cant reali remember wat i did.... basically achieved nothing....&lt;br /&gt;i juz remember going out n eat a lot... movie here there... n jogging n hiking n the unfortunate sunrise sunset.&lt;br /&gt;but 1 thing i shall remember for life in this holidays.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1w8ejYhrI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_2PTUN_yUfk/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV1w8ejYhrI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_2PTUN_yUfk/s320/DSC00453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286505721898763954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dislocation #2.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mistakes done....&lt;br /&gt;lessons learnt....&lt;br /&gt;hearts broken....&lt;br /&gt;attitude fixed....&lt;br /&gt;minds go insane....&lt;br /&gt;brains filled knowledge...&lt;br /&gt;arm gotten weaker...&lt;br /&gt;mouth gotten louder...&lt;br /&gt;glasses get thicker....&lt;br /&gt;panda eyes get wider...&lt;br /&gt;course gets tougher....&lt;br /&gt;frens get closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the things that i have done... some with regrets n some with pride n honour.....&lt;br /&gt;lets just say if things get "torn", we can always "sew" it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5LJzy6kaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/wanSHji4VFY/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5LJzy6kaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/wanSHji4VFY/s320/DSC00331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286745644474208674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it will definitely leave a mark.... a mark we will all remember... and makes us all a step closer to being a man(or woman/lady/whatsoever).&lt;br /&gt;for the good or for the worst.... i'm glad it happened the way it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was a great year.... i'm looking forward to 2009...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-3893902598940217344?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3893902598940217344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=3893902598940217344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/3893902598940217344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/3893902598940217344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SV5MwtlBVaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1TANdTpqEZc/s72-c/DSC00350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-8210304254585052212</id><published>2008-12-29T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T05:50:40.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physically Capable!</title><content type='html'>went to the hospital for a check up for me arm......&lt;br /&gt;its been nearly 3 weeks after the injury and has shown much improvement ever since!&lt;br /&gt;(like how i can type this post with both hands...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to wake up super early.... its been soo sooooo long ever since i had to wake up at 6.30am....&lt;br /&gt;reminded me of school..... wake up, breakfast, too late to catch the bus, bath, go school by bike.....&lt;br /&gt;that was my school-life daily routine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the hospital at about 7.30am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normal procedure..... go get an x-ray.... then waited for so long only to realise that my x-ray was already at the counter but noone to collect.... we waited at the wrong place..... anyway, at the end got the film.... was happy with wat i see.... from my amateurish skill on reading x-rays, i can tell that its connected juz alright..... happily i went to give the films to the doctor-in-charge then he did some test (eg: can u lift ur arm like this? can u reach ur back?...... etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, my mum came out with this question.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"Can he drive?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my head, i was recalling the time when i told my mum that i wanna drive and she gave me a long lecture... u noe la... mums.... i dun blame her.... it went roughly like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"u will sure lose control of the car wan la.... ur right hand so weak now.... u noe ah, when ur auntie dislocated her shoulder, the doctor say she needs to wait about 6 months untill she can drive again..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n the nxt thought that went thru my head was... doctors... they will try to take as minimal risk as possible.... so i was actually expecting to wait about a month or so before i can drive again.... but he changed my point of view....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said(roughly):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"its been about 3 weeks right? so basically most of the tissues have already been repalced by new ones.... driving shouldn't be a problem..... more over, the cars now have power steering, right? so it should be ok.... u dun reali use much of the shoulder to drive.... as for now, he is physically capable of driving a car. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that last sentence totally change  my perception of this doctor..... wah! thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everything was over, i was dismiss and i dont need a second visit.... the last time i had about 3 visits if i'm not mistaken.... now, only 1 to check up.... i guess the more times u displocate it the faster it heals n the less it will hurt... until to the point where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"[piak!] oh, my arm come out d ah?.... [crack-kiak!] ok... back to normal..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't want to go to that stage.... i know i fella like that.... n its scary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i left the room, the doctor tapped my shoulder.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"u do realise that by simply lifting ur arm u're actually USING ur shoulder right... how about driving? but it looks like u could handle it.... but u be careful ya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat a nice doctor, i'll never forget u, Dr. Wong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-8210304254585052212?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8210304254585052212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=8210304254585052212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/8210304254585052212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/8210304254585052212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/physically-capable.html' title='Physically Capable!'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-3453171009769736754</id><published>2008-12-21T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:00:32.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brainwashed by chia haw.....</title><content type='html'>i was talking to chia haw as usual on msn.....&lt;br /&gt;then he came out with random question.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ch :&lt;/span&gt; What is ur zodiac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Me? by date i would be scorpio... but since i'm born towards the end of scorpio, ppl say that i can "hop" over to Sagittarius.... n besides... the descriptions suit me better with Sag....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Y zodiac all of the sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ch :&lt;/span&gt; becuz i reading the email someone send me about zodiac.... so i ask u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oh, i actually dun reali believe this kind of thing.... its like saying if ur mum born u late 1 sec then ur whole destiny change? i dun think so...... so this juz read for fun nee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(awhile later.....)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ch :&lt;/span&gt; omg.... i juz description about me so true....... like 80 - 99% true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reali? waa.. not bad..... go mine n see.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ch :&lt;/span&gt; sent to ur email d....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aiyo... no need send wan la.... i lazy read oso wan lar.... call u see oni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ch :&lt;/span&gt; juz go read la.... for fun k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ch :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; hay, sag suit u lar.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(another while later.....)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OMG! Chia haaaw!! mine oso quite true!! WTH.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... heres the full lengthy description of it..... read as u please.... i would like feedback from ppl after that.... i personally think its quite true lo.... so true that its scary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun in SAGITTARIUS - ruled by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skyviewzone.com/sunsigns2/sagittarius2.htm#your_ruling_planet_jupiter" title="Sagittarius2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jupiter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - Planet of Expansion&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;/strong&gt;                                       &lt;p align="justify"&gt;To you, life is a journey, an adventure, endlessly        interesting and rich with possibilities, and it may be difficult        for you to decide where to focus your attention and efforts. You        probably traveled around and experimented with many different        paths before you settled on a particular career. Or you may go        from one project to the next, for once the challenge and vital        interest is gone, you are very quick to move on. Commitment,        discipline, focus, and concentration are not your strong points.        You can be irresponsible and disinclined to take on the burdens        and limitations of adult life.     &lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="justify"&gt;An incurable optimist, you have big dreams, aspirations, and        hopes for the future and are usually pursuing some distant goal.        You have a great deal of faith and trust in life and failures        don't crush your spirit. You always bounce back from        disappointments, often with another bright dream or scheme. You        have a sporting, playful attitude toward life and are        philosophical about your mistakes. You have the ability to sense        future trends, to see the big picture, and you like to theorize        and speculate. However, attending to all of the details and        practical requirements of implementing your theories is        bothersome to you.     &lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You express yourself in a very open, direct, and        straightforward manner and are often blunt and tactless as well.        Because you do not take yourself too seriously, you may not        realize how deeply your candid statements can wound more        sensitive souls. In fact, though you may not realize it, your        insensitivity and lack of understanding regarding others'        feelings is probably one of your worst faults.     &lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You do enjoy friendship and camaraderie, but you need freedom        also and do not do well with a possessive, clinging, or        emotionally demanding partner. You are quite generous yourself,        and heartily dislike pettiness in others. Someone who shares your        ideals, your sense of fun, and your zest for life would be the        right companion for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ch :&lt;/span&gt; since when u so interested this things wan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since 5 mins ago...... 1st time i'm reading it with such detail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;but... cannot le.... lidat everyone born around me ma act like me??? nooo.. this cannot beeee......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those interested u may go to &lt;a href="http://www.skyviewzone.com/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt; and find ur own.... juz click the little icon on the left then look for the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;More Personality Profile...&lt;/span&gt;" at the end of your short description for the longer one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the above convo was edited to make things shorter n straight to the point... all digressed topics has been filtered out.... n chia haw, the convo might be different a bit cuz i retyped it based on my memory.... so there might be slight errors.. correct me if wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll end the post with an inspiring pic of my state now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SU5Wz185R4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/y7KJRIZd2QM/s1600-h/hand+can+move.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SU5Wz185R4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/y7KJRIZd2QM/s320/hand+can+move.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282254861607978882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can lift 90 degrees up d..... YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till nxt time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-3453171009769736754?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3453171009769736754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=3453171009769736754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/3453171009769736754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/3453171009769736754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/brainwashed-by-chia-haw.html' title='brainwashed by chia haw.....'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SU5Wz185R4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/y7KJRIZd2QM/s72-c/hand+can+move.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-1806963532639607986</id><published>2008-12-14T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T04:00:01.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a yearly event.....</title><content type='html'>Now, i have some things to clarify.......&lt;br /&gt;i keep hearing ppl saying "typical marcus" when they found out i dislocated my shoulder....&lt;br /&gt;there is also...&lt;br /&gt;"marcus, as usual....."&lt;br /&gt;"marcus, y u everytime get injurd wan?"&lt;br /&gt;"marcus, y u so unlucky wan?"&lt;br /&gt;"marcus, y ur shoulder always come out wan?"&lt;br /&gt;"marcus, injurd again ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"marcus, you're like a magnet for injuries.?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fall down on knees with arm raised shouting"WHYYY??"......)&lt;br /&gt;its only TWICE in my whole entire life i dislocated my arm?&lt;br /&gt;is that considered frequent to u guys?&lt;br /&gt;n besides.... its rather the after-effects of the 1st dislocation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way u ppl put it makes me feel like i go to n fro to the hospital every week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SUZEogpS_XI/AAAAAAAAATI/kAIUH13cRA8/s1600-h/not+melmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SUZEogpS_XI/AAAAAAAAATI/kAIUH13cRA8/s320/not+melmen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279983075887086962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.... i'm not melmen who needs medical attention all the time.... NO! i'm not like him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll now try to list down my major injuries which u all say "always" happen to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st dislocation........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SUYxVR0V3_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/ba2M7PJW9k4/s1600-h/IMGA0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SUYxVR0V3_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/ba2M7PJW9k4/s320/IMGA0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279961854768439282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be reminded that before this i NEVER had an injury serious enuf to be delivered to the hospital.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 stitches to my chin.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SUYxVCuQGJI/AAAAAAAAASw/iFN_vpSbT5g/s1600-h/IMG_0184-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SUYxVCuQGJI/AAAAAAAAASw/iFN_vpSbT5g/s320/IMG_0184-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279961850716362898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very unfortunate fall from my bike.....&lt;br /&gt;yes, my fault..... i have to admit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd dislocation.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SUYxVlFwr6I/AAAAAAAAATA/O6iYLsPNQhY/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SUYxVlFwr6I/AAAAAAAAATA/O6iYLsPNQhY/s320/DSC00452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279961859941773218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is basically the most recent....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there u have it.....&lt;br /&gt;ALL the major injuries i got that u ppl say "SOO MANYY"&lt;br /&gt;since 2006 things start happening yearly.....&lt;br /&gt;once a year..... yea.. maybe more often than the most of u.&lt;br /&gt;but still not enought to be made "marcus the injury prone guy....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u call that frequent then....&lt;br /&gt;u might as well call Christmas frequent... since its also once a year....&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! ur birthday is also very frequent....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your birthday again arr??"&lt;br /&gt;"y u so frequent celebrate ur birthday wan?"&lt;br /&gt;"y always ur birthday wan??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE THAT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;no more.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-1806963532639607986?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1806963532639607986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=1806963532639607986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/1806963532639607986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/1806963532639607986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-yearly-event.html' title='its a yearly event.....'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SUZEogpS_XI/AAAAAAAAATI/kAIUH13cRA8/s72-c/not+melmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-4394256267259967670</id><published>2008-12-11T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:25:14.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grounded.... for life....?</title><content type='html'>haizzz... i actually still have quite a hard time accepting this second dislocation....&lt;br /&gt;the dislocation this time is affecting me more mentally then physically....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was....&lt;br /&gt;no bang...&lt;br /&gt;no crash....&lt;br /&gt;no warning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swung my arm and my shoulder juz had to swing out together.....&lt;br /&gt;i mean this is soo sad.......&lt;br /&gt;after that??&lt;br /&gt;no sports for the rest of my life?&lt;br /&gt;what sport can be less exerting than badminton??&lt;br /&gt;there's juz shuttle cocks for goodness SAKE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;n now i cant even hit them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.... i dont think I'm ready to give up sports so soon.... even if thats wat my mum had in mind....&lt;br /&gt;i'm switching to a lefty.... hope i wont be too useless.....&lt;br /&gt;gotta start practicing from scratch again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n so its decided!&lt;br /&gt;i'll play badminton wif my left.&lt;br /&gt;i'll play bowling wif my left.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll probably forget about basketball or other rough sports....&lt;br /&gt;start with this few sports 1st....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muz slowly pick up again.......&lt;br /&gt;worry not... as long i still have at least AN ARM and my name is still marcus lim...&lt;br /&gt;i will still live on.....&lt;br /&gt;but for now i guess i will be at home and away from outdoor activities....&lt;br /&gt;hopefully still can go starwalk....&lt;br /&gt;"y cannot?" u ask? my mum forbids.... its not that i walk with my hands....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll end this post wif a nice saying that i got from Wall-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I dont want to just survive..... I WANT TO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LIVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-4394256267259967670?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4394256267259967670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=4394256267259967670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4394256267259967670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4394256267259967670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/grounded-for-life.html' title='Grounded.... for life....?'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-397743080396641109</id><published>2008-12-09T19:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:13:34.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here i am... once again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/ST8z22E5F6I/AAAAAAAAASA/QcW8_VsRdjs/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/ST8z22E5F6I/AAAAAAAAASA/QcW8_VsRdjs/s320/DSC00456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277994305623496610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dislocated shoulder.... again.....&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt; la.... its my body.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; to do.....&lt;br /&gt;this is my second time..... n i doubt its gonna be my last.....&lt;br /&gt;i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just accept it as it comes...... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haizzzz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; wanna talk about it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; yet....&lt;br /&gt;but u get the picture......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and if i was any better, i would be sent to the mental hospital for smiling too much...."&lt;br /&gt;dun worry guys.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and always will be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nxt&lt;/span&gt; time..... for full elaborated version of what happened based on third party jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;guan&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; point of view.... click &lt;a href="http://leejunguan.blogspot.com/2008/12/disaster.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-397743080396641109?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/397743080396641109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=397743080396641109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/397743080396641109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/397743080396641109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-i-am-once-again.html' title='here i am... once again...'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/ST8z22E5F6I/AAAAAAAAASA/QcW8_VsRdjs/s72-c/DSC00456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-4266597685549565888</id><published>2008-12-08T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:53.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i heard this before. Its like dejavu. I think i heard this before. Its like dejavu</title><content type='html'>Was talking to my dad for quite a long time.....&lt;br /&gt;juz a ramdom chat.&lt;br /&gt;as realli reali random chat.&lt;br /&gt;we talk about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;latent heat&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;microwave ovens&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ethylene glycol&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;how to catch a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'biawak&lt;/span&gt;' alive and the releasing it&lt;/span&gt;....... and etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all normal.....&lt;br /&gt;only his last few sentences nearly choked me.....&lt;br /&gt;it was something like this......&lt;br /&gt;my dad modified a few of the patent systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : eh, how could u have thought of that?? this is absurd! but.... it works....&lt;br /&gt;dad : ....and that is all that matters, right?&lt;br /&gt;Me : i guess so.....&lt;br /&gt;dad : n u noe when i thought of this? When &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;I WAS BRUSHING MY TEETH IN THE TOILET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i heard that before...... its like...... dejavu.....&lt;br /&gt;for those who knew me in college would understand.... ahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;p/s:&lt;/span&gt; for those who doesnt understand but curious to know..... read my post on September 19th, Friday&lt;a href="http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-awhile.html"&gt;[it has been awhile...]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-4266597685549565888?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4266597685549565888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=4266597685549565888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4266597685549565888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4266597685549565888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-i-heard-this-before-its-like.html' title='I think i heard this before. Its like dejavu. I think i heard this before. Its like dejavu'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-2390935108353105962</id><published>2008-12-04T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:09:42.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie, Movie, IUC</title><content type='html'>Recently went for movies in queens....&lt;br /&gt;2 different movies together &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;2 different groups in......&lt;br /&gt;2 different time on.... the same day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVIE #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st we watch Madagascar 2.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; la... some parts quite funny.... but somehow i prefer the 1st one....&lt;br /&gt;went to fetch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;easaw&lt;/span&gt; at school and head to queens..... met up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; the RC gang short while later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i already watched Madagascar 2 with Joel and all but then i decided to watch it again....&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to justify something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/STfRoAaJxPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KEtVjpKgMKQ/s1600-h/melmen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/STfRoAaJxPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KEtVjpKgMKQ/s320/melmen.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275915973722490098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;someone came out with this totally random remark that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;melman&lt;/span&gt; somehow resembles me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how???? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt;???? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; totally against the idea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, watched the movie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jalan&lt;/span&gt; here there... then go back home...&lt;br /&gt;after that, watched 2 episodes of Heroes(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; currently in season 2) and depart for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;queensbay&lt;/span&gt; again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVIE #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; movie i watched Quarantine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cloverfield&lt;/span&gt; la......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;videocam&lt;/span&gt;-type-movie.....&lt;br /&gt;not that nice.... some parts of the movie they do like this it'll be nice, but if the whole movie was made like that.... it gets... dizzy....&lt;br /&gt;i dun quite like the ending.....&lt;br /&gt;to me the whole movie is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; about this group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; stuck in a building n then all died....&lt;br /&gt;nothing unpredictable in the movie.... no big twist.... hardly anything to compliment about it...&lt;br /&gt;well, i did learn a few things though.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-there is no cure for rabies&lt;br /&gt;-only way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; identify rabies is by getting a brain sample n not by blood test&lt;br /&gt;-death rates for rabies is 100%&lt;br /&gt;-and last but not least, cam-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;cordes&lt;/span&gt; can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wack&lt;/span&gt; rabies-infected-zombies to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;kayu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;kandar&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;fet&lt;/span&gt; ourselves with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;bom&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ais&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; tissue....&lt;br /&gt;talk talk talk.....&lt;br /&gt;went home after that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;IUC&lt;/span&gt; 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;visit our school Unit 25 Red Crescent Society...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; had a nice chat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;jrs&lt;/span&gt; for a very long time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty amazed by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;teamtest&lt;/span&gt; scene...&lt;br /&gt;a whole class (2 Baiduri&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) was flooded!&lt;br /&gt;as in soaking wet with water!&lt;br /&gt;the water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;raised&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;up till&lt;/span&gt; about 2 inches from the ground....&lt;br /&gt;not bad.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; expect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; would do it....&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; nobody else like it but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;reali&lt;/span&gt; do....&lt;br /&gt;water is nice as long as i cant drown in it....&lt;br /&gt;a meaningful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;teamtest&lt;/span&gt;.... need to carry with all the water....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;SubWay&lt;/span&gt;.... not bad but cost a bunch.... n to be honest... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; that full from it either... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;mayb&lt;/span&gt; i should have had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;footlong&lt;/span&gt; size.... that one scared later i cannot finish....&lt;br /&gt;fetch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt; all in my car..... 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;cramped&lt;/span&gt; at the back.....&lt;br /&gt;n they  suddenly reminded me about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;japanese&lt;/span&gt; thing.............&lt;br /&gt;i had completely forgotten about that...... well, no comment on that.....&lt;br /&gt;i wont go into it now.... family issue.... all i can say that its not me....&lt;br /&gt;believe as u wish.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back safely and got persuaded by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;chia&lt;/span&gt; haw to go to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; cafe.....&lt;br /&gt;played CS for like 3 hours..... 3 solid hours.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;walau&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;fun... n yea... tiring too.... fingers on my left hand very "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;suei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later return to school.... talk for awhile more... then headed home shortly after that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum complained about my hair.... n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt; says it looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;dexter's&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;SOO&lt;/span&gt; going to cut it soon..... normally dun care about my hair much as long as they're there....but now its getting a bit irritating n itchy here there... CUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-2390935108353105962?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2390935108353105962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=2390935108353105962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/2390935108353105962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/2390935108353105962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-movie-iuc.html' title='Movie, Movie, IUC'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/STfRoAaJxPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KEtVjpKgMKQ/s72-c/melmen.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-788281844202931883</id><published>2008-11-26T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T03:40:44.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Birthdays, Weddings and diarrhea</title><content type='html'>My birthday juz passed....&lt;br /&gt;nothing big... nice and simple... juz the way i like it.....&lt;br /&gt;went badminton wif frens.....&lt;br /&gt;some said it isnt very "birthday-ish" to go badminton-ing on ur 18th birthday....&lt;br /&gt;but, who cares.... i like it... n theres all there is to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, actually the badminton thingy was pretty screwed up too....&lt;br /&gt;juz the day before, Eiven came out with this random idea of going badminton....&lt;br /&gt;I simply agreed to it....&lt;br /&gt;Told Jun Guan, our ambassador to Permata Sports Complex.... he booked the court and gauranteed us a spot the day after at about 1-3pm....&lt;br /&gt;later on some complications came up and the time was shifted to 3-5pm...&lt;br /&gt;i forecasted 7-8 ppl to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the day itself we went there on time, got our court n started playing....&lt;br /&gt;after that slowly one by one start poping in...&lt;br /&gt;5,6,7,8,9....... 14 ppl came!&lt;br /&gt;n we only booked 1 court......&lt;br /&gt;so the all of us have to share....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 ppl, 1 court.....&lt;br /&gt;pretty screwed up... already get my portion of nagging....&lt;br /&gt;but it was quite fun too....the more the merrier rite?&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the match, devided the cost among 14 ppl....&lt;br /&gt;each has to pay RM0.75.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.... n i also realise ppl share the same birthday as me....&lt;br /&gt;so far i think its 2 girls n 1 guy.... i'm the one guy.... nvm that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 DAYS LATER&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SS0iqkCqgNI/AAAAAAAAARY/e8KCZqFn1I0/s1600-h/IMG_1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SS0iqkCqgNI/AAAAAAAAARY/e8KCZqFn1I0/s320/IMG_1256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272908853345419474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SS0iqyOlETI/AAAAAAAAARg/IJvVulmeZXE/s1600-h/IMG_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SS0iqyOlETI/AAAAAAAAARg/IJvVulmeZXE/s320/IMG_1255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272908857153491250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wedding of Gerry and Adeline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2 days after that was the wedding of my causin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 1st time a relative of mine is getting married!! the 1st time i'm seeing the  process of marriage... well mayb not all.... juz more than i usually see...(juz between us but for all the times before i only go to weddings for the food....) but this time is different! so much more different..... i was actually helping out there! i was at the counter-like thing where ppl check-in to get their table numbers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xcuse me, lu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mia si harmeek&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"[name of the fella]eg: Ah chong"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok, lu si che &lt;/span&gt;Table 26, the table on the right side of the ballroom.Enjoy (english came out of no where.. dun ask y!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from there the cycle continues.....from one person after another.... it was quite an experience....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also the traditional tea serving ceremony!&lt;br /&gt;n guess what?? its held at MY HOUSE!! hehehe.. my grandma here.... muz go serve her tea...&lt;br /&gt;does that explain the baloons infront of my house...?&lt;br /&gt;Bride n bridegroom coming to visit ma..... muz decorate sikit la.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SS0irJeSTMI/AAAAAAAAARo/i_gAGP0k9Uo/s1600-h/IMG_1238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SS0irJeSTMI/AAAAAAAAARo/i_gAGP0k9Uo/s320/IMG_1238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272908863393385666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SS0irYftEsI/AAAAAAAAARw/sd4_p6sm8qs/s1600-h/IMG_1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SS0irYftEsI/AAAAAAAAARw/sd4_p6sm8qs/s320/IMG_1240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272908867425866434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tea serving session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice couple... perfect for each other....&lt;br /&gt;May they live happily ever after....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went Gurney Hotel for makan.... while eating, they put on a few slideshows of the newly-weds when they were young.... they were like together since secondary school!! same school that time.... OMG! i never thought relationship that time can ever work out... they proved me wrong.... waa... felt a bit envious.... but nvm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i start to replace the bride and the bridegroom wif ppl that i know! It was quite fun at 1st.... imagining them upstage... cutting cake... pouring champaign on those glasses arrangged like a pyramid ...&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA!! but after a while it gets scarys.... i'm afraid of my own imagination n so i stop... the day ends well and we all head back home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 DAYS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I got diarrhoea...... waahh... too many good food at one time..... but atleast i had my fun....&lt;br /&gt;N easaw.... sorry la.... that day.... no energy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-788281844202931883?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/788281844202931883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=788281844202931883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/788281844202931883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/788281844202931883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-birthdays-weddings-and-diarrhea.html' title='Of Birthdays, Weddings and diarrhea'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SS0iqkCqgNI/AAAAAAAAARY/e8KCZqFn1I0/s72-c/IMG_1256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-5280646010849995027</id><published>2008-11-24T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:21:53.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>double tagg from easaw</title><content type='html'>RULES&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. No tags back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hydrophobic.... therefore i too cannot swim as well....&lt;br /&gt;i'm a very thin guy....&lt;br /&gt;i cannot eat spicy food....&lt;br /&gt;i have glasses with power as high as 700 on the left eye...&lt;br /&gt;i'm a reali late starter.... i start bicycle at form 3&lt;br /&gt;i dont look my age....&lt;br /&gt;i have terrible sense of direction...&lt;br /&gt;i'm an extremely forgetful guy...&lt;br /&gt;i cant play any musical instrument&lt;br /&gt;and as u can see, i'm a person who has difficulties wif describing himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Easaw again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What is the relationship of you with him/her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Old Old Od Super Long Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Your 5 impressions towards him/her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;~Nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;~Friendly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;~Big...&lt;br /&gt;~Quite talkative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;~Creative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.The most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Hmm.... there are a lots n lots of them..... there was the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easaw's Mum : hey, who is that ur talking to so long on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Him : Marcus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is also the......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : EHH!! STOP, EASAW!!! STOPPPP!!!! WE'RE GOING TO CRASH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Him : I can't STOP! U STOP!&lt;br /&gt;Me : I cant stop either........................ BAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo many more la..... Ah! memories.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.The most memorable thing he/she have said to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;i dunno y but..... cdb... chou dulu bye.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.If he/she become your lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.If he/she become your enemy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.If he/she become your lover, he/she has to improve on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.If he/she become your enemy, the reason is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.The most desirable thing to do for him/her is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;erm... give him a car? a car with turbo engine n NOS function?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.The overall impression of him/her is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;A nice guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.How do you think the people around you will feel about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;dunno... ask them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.The character of you for yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;super underweight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;erm.. perfect guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. For the people who care about and likes you, say something about them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Thanks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 people I tag -&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Loon&lt;br /&gt;Ericy&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;Jared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gosh.. i'm out of ppl..i've done this be4 already tagged the normal ppl i usually tag...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi wen (although 99.9999999 % u wont even attempt it)&lt;br /&gt;Eiven&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;br /&gt;Krystal&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Yee&lt;br /&gt;Chin hooi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is number 2 having a relationship with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Status UNKNOWN..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is number 3 a male or a female?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;male&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If number 7 and 10 were together would it be a good thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;they're both guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about number 5 and 8?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;. . . . . . . . i have no idea what will become of it.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is number 1 studying about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;actually.... come to think of it...currenly i dont know.... i noe juz he's going for material engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is number 4 single?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;erm..... he has jonathan lim there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say something about 6?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;he a nice smart talented lazy chubby guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;about 9?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;smart n a huge fan of anime(n not to mention alcohol too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-5280646010849995027?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5280646010849995027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=5280646010849995027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/5280646010849995027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/5280646010849995027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/double-tagg-from-easaw.html' title='double tagg from easaw'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-4415456706075248851</id><published>2008-11-17T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:54:10.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self tagged from Easaw</title><content type='html'>Saw this on Easaw's blog,looks quite fun...And I sendiri syiok syiok tag myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who left a comment on your blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___.I think I realized it when ___2______3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.___12___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves;-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: You are so lifeless, ___13___, -The name of the person that tagged you-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2.Which is your birth month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;January - That night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;February - Last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May - First of May&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Red - Insult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;White - My father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Purple - My mustard souffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yellow - My pen pal in Ghana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Lost - Scarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;American Idol - Masochistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Overjoyed - That I'm open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;White - Your ring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist abou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;France - In pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;13. What is your favorite activities when hanging out with mates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Gathering for drinks - Ugly pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Foosball - Silly duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Shopping - French kisser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dulging for food - Cranky banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Movies - Smelly armpits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Snacks - Horny wolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Snooker - Tiny nipples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Bowling - Sexy grandmother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outdoor activities - Vain pot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Having a long talk - Nose plucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Taking pictures - Dumb bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Other - Burn yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The result&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;WhiteSealz&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; You're a pervert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I think I realized it on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When your dog ran amok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In your camping car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and I saw you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sit on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; My avocado plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. I'm sure you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frostbitten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;enough to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; That Santa doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm returning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your contact book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to you, but I'll keep the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your suicide note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; as a memory. You should also know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Told in my confession today about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go burn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Loves;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;marclim&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P/S: You are so lifeless,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vain pot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. -&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt;-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-Yer,mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; oso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;not that funny...&lt;br /&gt;1st part was ok...&lt;br /&gt;the last sentense doenst make sense.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-4415456706075248851?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4415456706075248851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=4415456706075248851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4415456706075248851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4415456706075248851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/self-tagged-from-easaw.html' title='Self tagged from Easaw'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-6029617199801988041</id><published>2008-11-13T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:10:58.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Box Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; currently looking for a box...&lt;br /&gt;yes.... a box.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwnkENqhlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/T8-9B8_vJqs/s1600-h/box.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwnkENqhlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/T8-9B8_vJqs/s320/box.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268129164676466258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nope... not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; any kind of box....&lt;br /&gt;a box to put my things in.... my tools to be exact....&lt;br /&gt;i wanna place all my engineering stuff in it.....&lt;br /&gt;It'll be like The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MarcusLim&lt;/span&gt;-Handy-Dandy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EngineeringBox&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwnkkhNCeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/D74f9XJEkAs/s1600-h/toolbox.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwnkkhNCeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/D74f9XJEkAs/s320/toolbox.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268129173348354530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my soldering kit to all the different components that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to store......&lt;br /&gt;yes... they shall be in my engineering box..... fully equipped with everything may ever i need........&lt;br /&gt;so the 1st step to owning my very own everything-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oso&lt;/span&gt;-got-toolbox, i need the BOX itself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.... my ideal box should be big but not too big.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwnkoLPTPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6hzU8rkESgM/s1600-h/Toolbox1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwnkoLPTPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6hzU8rkESgM/s320/Toolbox1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268129174329969906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to be dragging this to college everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it has to be unique.... i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want the same box like the one EVERYONE got from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tesco&lt;/span&gt;.... not that i wanna be special or anything but... the clip in the middle is not strong... so it wont last....things will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; fall out easily and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; dun want that to happen.....&lt;br /&gt;That and to avoid bringing back a box from college and when i open it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;EHH&lt;/span&gt;!! THIS ISN'T MY BOX!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The TOOLBOX has to be unique, strong and durable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwnkd4OpEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/6l4CU2JIrYE/s1600-h/10+Sun+Honma+Ruiji+Japanese+Puzzle+Box2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwnkd4OpEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/6l4CU2JIrYE/s320/10+Sun+Honma+Ruiji+Japanese+Puzzle+Box2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268129171565880386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is an ancient &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; puzzle box.... strong durable and can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; last more than 100 years(has a secret &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;compartment&lt;/span&gt; too),&lt;br /&gt;but how am i going to put in my components???&lt;br /&gt;i will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lotsa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lotsa&lt;/span&gt; components....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;when i say components, i meant discreet components.....&lt;br /&gt;and when i say discreet components, i meant small components such as resistors, capacitors, transistors, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.. i need to keep them separately so they wont get mixed up n i wont have a hard time finding them when i need them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwvAvo_RNI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_7_0MjGQJxc/s1600-h/componentbox2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwvAvo_RNI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_7_0MjGQJxc/s320/componentbox2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268137353951528146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;something like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; get a box like that........&lt;br /&gt;then how about my big tools like...... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;pliers&lt;/span&gt;, cutters, soldering iron, etc......?&lt;br /&gt;they cant fit.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;.. it could work out if i had 2 BOXES......&lt;br /&gt;one big one for the tools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwnk3q6YsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/S1S0xjIVUfU/s1600-h/toolbox+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwnk3q6YsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/S1S0xjIVUfU/s320/toolbox+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268129178489348802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and one small one for the components.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwvBEib4MI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ONVkPUuh8os/s1600-h/Tool_Box4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwvBEib4MI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ONVkPUuh8os/s320/Tool_Box4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268137359561187522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;should this work???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wan my ideal ENGINEERING BOX...... which can have everything in ONE!!&lt;br /&gt;there wont be "oh, i dunno where i put my box no.2!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, i found one which looked like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwvAx-54kI/AAAAAAAAARA/4M3qnJDkmz4/s1600-h/tool+box3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwvAx-54kI/AAAAAAAAARA/4M3qnJDkmz4/s320/tool+box3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268137354580320834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it has the big box at the bottom and a place to put my small components on the top.....&lt;br /&gt;but i would prefer one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; more separation so i can put more different components in it....&lt;br /&gt;ITS PERFECT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;JUZ&lt;/span&gt; WHAT I WANTED!&lt;br /&gt;but...... but its so perfect that i can only find it at Google..... i cant find any in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so.. if u can spot anywhere i can get this kinda box....&lt;br /&gt;do tell me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or..... or......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or should i MAKE MY OWN????? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; capable of it..... n i have 2 months free.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwvAww42xI/AAAAAAAAARI/unDHvxyBEL0/s1600-h/toolbox3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwvAww42xI/AAAAAAAAARI/unDHvxyBEL0/s320/toolbox3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268137354253097746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;nxt&lt;/span&gt; time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-6029617199801988041?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6029617199801988041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=6029617199801988041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/6029617199801988041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/6029617199801988041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/box-hunting.html' title='Box Hunting'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRwnkENqhlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/T8-9B8_vJqs/s72-c/box.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-4389970205101965452</id><published>2008-11-10T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:39:29.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun rises and then sets.... and rises again...</title><content type='html'>hey... i'm blogging again.....&lt;br /&gt;well... i guess things are getting better each day! thats a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;my holidays now feel like holidays.... hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;juz like how mushroom soup suppose to taste like mushroom.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before this, i reali had a though time getting thru each day....&lt;br /&gt;i feel imprisoned  by the gates of my house n chained to my computer screen.....&lt;br /&gt;thats where i would be all day n not to mention all night....&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably watch all the movies eric gave me in my hdd and by the end of my 2 months holidays, i'll be wearing glasses with lens the thickness of those found in telescopes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey!.... things didnt go that way....&lt;br /&gt;i have reali reali nice frens that will know how boring u r at home... n so we had a few outings.....&lt;br /&gt;first there was the typical "go out for movie" outings, then there was the "go out jogging" outings, which then leads to "go out for badminton" outings..... and many many more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah... these ppl are amazing.....&lt;br /&gt;they sure know how to turn the frown upside down,  pockets inside out(yes, i'm already overspending) and get ur energy bar from high to super low....&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, i would gladly give away these petty ammount for the excitement, experience and well.. a life.... a smile on my face..... and for the stomach growling for hunger....&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see... what have i done so far.....&lt;br /&gt;directly after exam we rushed down and played pool abit...&lt;br /&gt;there was the...&lt;br /&gt;the normal one on one showdown with joel n toh....&lt;br /&gt;the unpredictable match between me and wen ping which took more nearly an hour to complete... ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;After that left for queensbay!&lt;br /&gt;i'll juz highlight the interesting parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; left us to watch HSM3 and spends his remaining time wif HJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nearly shocked to death after seeing "something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sighing over his vibration almost endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; expressed his worries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had his arm CLAWED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had a few screams, laughs and got to know us better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; watched his most hilarious horror movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had badminton with all the old n current free...... only 1 word to describe it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRmKJmLuCNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/NpKlfV0xbDA/s1600-h/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRmKJmLuCNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/NpKlfV0xbDA/s320/DSC00409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267393136659663058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[for those who cannot see its a bruise on my chest caused by a shuttlecock smashed by Toh.... gai lo him.....]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nvm.... shuttlecocks are not enough to kill me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;form this part on.....&lt;br /&gt;FAST FORWARD &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; FAST FORWARD  &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; FAST FORWARD&lt;br /&gt;(i actually wanted to write from 1st even to last even but i'm lazy so i'll juz start wif the 1st n end wif the last.... or the most recent[dun say last].....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiao invited me for some party at edwards house.....&lt;br /&gt;i got to meet the legendary Honey......&lt;br /&gt;i havent met anyone that scared of me....&lt;br /&gt;n yes i was offended btw....&lt;br /&gt;but nvm.... i forgive u....&lt;br /&gt;we had quite a night..... pizza, carbonated drinks, twistis,black-pepper chicken, mamee n NO i did not eat the wedges...&lt;br /&gt;played murderer, tai ti, harry potter uno and bluff!&lt;br /&gt;after that we went cc....&lt;br /&gt;oung teach me play dota.... i suc terribly at it but i still enjoy playing it....&lt;br /&gt;after that played cs till like 6sumthing AM.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRlHlL7LxRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/FWEXzcAkhPs/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRlHlL7LxRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/FWEXzcAkhPs/s320/DSC00410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267319943368262930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hooi wiping the mess he created.... i'll say no more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we recently decided to go see the Sunrise and Sunset....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we expect to see this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRlCLtPbdJI/AAAAAAAAAPo/uSqJKnSDWbk/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRlCLtPbdJI/AAAAAAAAAPo/uSqJKnSDWbk/s320/DSC00401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267314008076809362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw nothing becuz it was raining and we were at the "wrong" side of the island....&lt;br /&gt;After that we decided to go jogging and then dim sum.... n for some reason, all of us couldnt eat much.... anyway..  we gone back home for lunch and nap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRlHk6wK_0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/vuI-JU0S3yc/s1600-h/Penang+map+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRlHk6wK_0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/vuI-JU0S3yc/s320/Penang+map+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267319938758672194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after that go hiking again.... BJ hill hike no.2.... to catch the sunset.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were expecting to see this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRlCMEKGFxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ls4T1p4AYyc/s1600-h/DSC00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRlCMEKGFxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ls4T1p4AYyc/s320/DSC00342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267314014228453138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the end, we cannot see much cuz bj hill there too many trees covering the sunset area..... but the sunrise area is nicely cleared though.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.... although we didnt watch the sunset nor the sunrise.....however,  we had fun... n thats all that matters i guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we enter each phase n exit each phase without reali seeing the start or the end....&lt;br /&gt;juz like how we missed each sunrise but know its already past daybreak......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.... there's always 2morrow......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-4389970205101965452?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4389970205101965452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=4389970205101965452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4389970205101965452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/4389970205101965452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/sun-rises-and-then-sets-and-rises-again.html' title='The sun rises and then sets.... and rises again...'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SRmKJmLuCNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/NpKlfV0xbDA/s72-c/DSC00409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-2872969763575622160</id><published>2008-11-01T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:11:19.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything seems too perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For those who cannot stand rantings, the "back" icon is juz at the left top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams..... are over.....&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 months to do watever i want.....&lt;br /&gt;no vacation or watsoever plan..... so i'll be here to do watever i like... for 2 whole months....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.... I.... dunno wat to say.......&lt;br /&gt;I somehow DONT feel like i'm in "Holidays" now....&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes.... call me an ungrateful brat....&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.... i juz dont feel.... free? is that the right word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some unknown reason i feel so tied down.....&lt;br /&gt;i have everything now!!! Basically everything i need!!&lt;br /&gt;if i want to go out, i can basically go out anytime i like....&lt;br /&gt;I have SparkiE 24/7(i juz need to be back by nightfall, cannot ride at night)&lt;br /&gt;I got back my PS2 WITH GAMES this time thanks to Kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;I have frends like Oung, Ping and Chiao, who has apartment facility that i can intrude....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still i feel so chained.....&lt;br /&gt;I cant even sleep..... wait, i can sleep.... but keep waking up feeling like someone is going to kill me!  waking up with this impending doom.... (impending doom....a recognition of heart attack.haha.argh. not even in the mood for lame first aider jokes... ) it wasnt a nightmare that scares me.... more of reality that is scaring me in my dreams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid mode auto-ON....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everythings seems too perfect now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know wats wrong... i juz know something is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Happyness is a state of mind..... U dont need anything to happen to be happy nor need anything to happen to not be happy....." ~Marcus L.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-2872969763575622160?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2872969763575622160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=2872969763575622160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/2872969763575622160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/2872969763575622160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/everything-seems-too-perfect.html' title='Everything seems too perfect'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-1645766336052728562</id><published>2008-10-19T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:03:40.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Chiao, Renzo and Jun Guan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I better write something before another fella adds to my list…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the relationship of you with him/her? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Old old old friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oung&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Long lost ‘twin’ brother&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All purpose car sensor/hazard detector and also current classmate&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your 5 impressions towards him/her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chiao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1) the most predictable guy I ever met&lt;br /&gt;2) the whitest guy I ever met&lt;br /&gt;3) the most secretive guy I ever met&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4) the most hard to give birthday present to guy I ever met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 5) one of the most hardworking ppl I met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Oung: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1.) The most open minded guy I ever met&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;2.) One of the few ppl that thinks like me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;3.) so far the best computer expert I know of&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;4.) one of the weirdest ppl around&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;5.)one of the guys who actually like playing wif babies....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1.) The toughest guy I met&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;2.) The best tae kwon do expert I know of&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;3.) One of the most fearless ppl I ever met(if one who can stand my driving twice a week, fears nothing)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;4.) lone ranger&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;5.) practical expert no.2( who is num1?ahahaha)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chiao&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;During camp, during Genting Trip, during class…. Got so many….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The MOST MEMORIAL is how I spent 2 years juz to pass u a birthday present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The time u go walk walk around school wif me during breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The time u followed me in my car the 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; time driving to college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she have said to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Huh?? Since when?? Reali meh? (he always that as far as I can remember)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;U noe wat? I can actually seeee……….. things ppl don’t normally c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Aiya… Sure can wan laaa….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If he/she become your lover, you will...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;They’re all guys so I’ll wont waste any effort on filling up this part&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. If he/she become your enemy, you will...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lets see… I will probably juz ignore u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I will probably kick u then take u on one-on-one…. Mano a mano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I will probably run as far as possible…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. If he/she become your lover, she has to improve on...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Again,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;They’re all guys so I’ll wont waste any effort on filling up this part&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If he/she become your enemy, the reason is... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I cant think of a reason…. Erm… if he threw hot boiling water at me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oung&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cant think of a reason too…. mayb if u hack into my computer n erase everything whil burning my backup in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Same here…. Mayb if he broke a few of my bones on purpose then I’ll hate him….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. The most desirable thing to do for him/her is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tell him y is he so predictable….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oung&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Erm… buy him PSP?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guan &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let him drive with bottomless petrol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. The overall impression of him/her is...&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A nice guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oung &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A nice guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A nice guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm…. A nice guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. The character of you for yourself is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy…. I cant find a better word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the inability to express myself properly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. The most ideal person you want to be is? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm…. Perfect?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. For the people who care about and likes you, say something about them..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm…. 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I wonder……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is number 3 a male or a female?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a female but actually a male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If number 7 and 10 were together would it be a good thing? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together? They’re guys…. Dun have funny ideas….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How about number 5 and 8? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again… there’re guys….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is number 1 studying about&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;electrical and electronic engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is number 4 single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last tim ei check his status was UNKNOWN&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say something about 6? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro driver… when I’m older I wanna drive like him…. Wait… that didn’t sound right….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refer top….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-1645766336052728562?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1645766336052728562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=1645766336052728562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/1645766336052728562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/1645766336052728562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-chiao-renzo-and-jun-guan.html' title='Tagged by Chiao, Renzo and Jun Guan'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-864998987865987661</id><published>2008-10-09T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:01:43.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh?? Huh??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olympia College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;October 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; Wen Chung,&lt;br /&gt;3 E &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lorong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Delima&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tiga&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Island Glades,&lt;br /&gt;11700, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gelugor&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winston &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pereira&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Rotary Club, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Titiwangsa&lt;/span&gt; Education Scholarship Fund &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of the scholarship committee of the Winston &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pereira&lt;/span&gt; Education Scholarship* for deserving students, we would like to congratulate you that you have been selected for the scholarship award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you may achieve your dream of obtaining a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;professional&lt;/span&gt; education to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pursue&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;internationally&lt;/span&gt; recognised program through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Olympia&lt;/span&gt; College &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bring along this letter for registering before then 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of November 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REAL REWARDS FOR READ ACHIEVERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;OH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Phaik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing &amp;amp; Admin Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*terms n condition apply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;Winston who?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure u got the right Marcus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;i certainly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; recall applying for such a scholarship....&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks anyway......... whoever you are that applied under the name of Marcus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; think about it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n so i searched it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;.. n got this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SO4XQ1IAWtI/AAAAAAAAANo/Z_Ke_sRti5g/s1600-h/Winston+P+scholarshipchart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SO4XQ1IAWtI/AAAAAAAAANo/Z_Ke_sRti5g/s320/Winston+P+scholarshipchart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255163393093950162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but then again.... i already have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;INTi&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-864998987865987661?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/864998987865987661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=864998987865987661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/864998987865987661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/864998987865987661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/eh-huh.html' title='Eh?? Huh??'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SO4XQ1IAWtI/AAAAAAAAANo/Z_Ke_sRti5g/s72-c/Winston+P+scholarshipchart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-5494372931332020191</id><published>2008-10-08T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T07:26:15.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks like fun</title><content type='html'>I juz took it from Cubix's blog cuz it looks fun......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question press the ‘next’ button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write the name of the song down no matter what!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. After you’ve answered all the questions tag 5 other people and let them they’ve been tagged and to do the meme themselves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says ‘is this okay?’ You say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Show me the meaning - Backstreetboys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would best describe your personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Cuts deep inside - C21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;cut ppl??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Overprotected - britney spears???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I havent listen to this song for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YEARS!! &lt;/span&gt;n it has to come out in this column???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;End of me - Marion Raven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;yes, i actually feel nearly dead today..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life’s purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shake the planet - Planet Shakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ahahaaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;One heart - O-Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;When You Believe (no cutoff) - Pfeiffer and Dworsky(Prince of Egypt Soundtrack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;yup.... absolutely no cutoff.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Battle Theme ( Final Fantasy IX Soundtrack) - Nobuo Uematsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;life's a battle, rite? n its my phone ringing tone too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;A Whole New World - Disney's Aladdin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2+2 = A whole new World....... hmmm..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Bubbly - Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HAHAHA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Rolling Star (Bleach Opening Theme) - Yui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;its rolling alright.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Alone - Gensomaden Saiyuki (extended version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;no comment. . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your parents think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Numb - Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;somewat true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Para Para Sakura - Aaron Kwok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;huh? para??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Wonderwall - Oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;How to save a life - The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your closest friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Perfect - Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;well... some are.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; reali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Dreams - Alysha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I prefer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Like a rose - A1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Easaw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Chia Haw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Eric!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lee Jun Guan!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Joel!! (Hoo may update for him&lt;fullstop&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[fullstop]&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/fullstop&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-5494372931332020191?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5494372931332020191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=5494372931332020191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/5494372931332020191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/5494372931332020191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/looks-like-fun.html' title='Looks like fun'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-2518157213411995795</id><published>2008-09-27T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:13:35.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to update.... atleast something.....</title><content type='html'>ok.... the last out-of-normal-thing that happened was badminton at N-Park......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my part of the story on how it suddenly became a trip.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was discussing about wat to do for lab..... all of us had no idea... absolutely no idea wat to do......&lt;br /&gt;For the 1st time in my whole entire INTi life...... i received a praise (or rather not a negative remark) from Mr. Chan.... he said my group was the closes to the answer..... so i put in a lot of thought in to my little lab work.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yes...by time, great effort and countless teethbrushing sessions..... i figured it out...... i figured the concept out.....&lt;br /&gt;but i made a bluudy mistake right at the end......  5% of 5 became 4.5(correct answer is 4.75)......&lt;br /&gt;For that very reason.... my calculations got screwed..... damn sad..... n yes... i only realise that  AFTER my assessment..... i reali felt bad that time..... n i was in marcuslim-serious-mode that time..... didnt work.... i fail to justify......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait...... i digressed fro the main topic....... back to where i left...... we were discussing about this particular problem..... then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suddenly, out of nowhere, wen ping's lab partner asked.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H M:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh,Mah chai ai ki tee toh badminton ah??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eh,tomorrow want to go play badminton?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;smiling&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;kee tee toh badminton. U cai tee toh bo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(play badminton. u know how to play?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/smiling&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;smiling&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;thinks&gt; oh well..... long time never play d.... y not... come la...&lt;br /&gt;eh wait.... i go ask my gang 1st.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H M:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lu&lt;/span&gt; in huh? n HA. Kiou Wen Ping lai pun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(so, u're in? Call wen ping come oso!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(start laughing like crazy and i can clearly see that wink in the eye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/thinks&gt;&lt;/smiling&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;smiling&gt;&lt;thinks&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei, u all serious wan anot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H M:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious wan..... bo lau lu eh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(seriously. not lying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/thinks&gt;&lt;/smiling&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;smiling&gt;&lt;thinks&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr....ookay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later i went to ask my fello badminton fans......&lt;br /&gt;"eh... wan go play badminton..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel immediately rejects the offer because there's no bowling nor pool in a badminton trip.......&lt;br /&gt;then told everyone the story and&lt;br /&gt;wen ping was like, "wan wan wan, i so long never play d"&lt;br /&gt;jun guan was "ok... can oso.. where izzit?"&lt;br /&gt;they said its at N park...... n obviously, for all of those who knows me.... my direction suc real bad......&lt;br /&gt;so wen ping went instead to get directions as he claims to know that area cuz he used to have professional badminton training there last time when he was little......&lt;br /&gt;i called him to ask Nian(one of the guys going for the badminton trip)........&lt;br /&gt;then he dragged wen ping to wei wei and from the corner i can see them laughing loudly leaving&lt;br /&gt;wen ping lost......&lt;br /&gt;I felt pretty bad that time.......&lt;br /&gt;So i asked again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/thinks&gt;&lt;/smiling&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;smiling&gt;&lt;thinks&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei, u all serious wan anot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure lar.... we everytime go play wan....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(then i recall jeslyn saying  something about Inti guys n girls playing badminton at N-park there.....)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H M:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On la.... Be sai disappoint u lang ae....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(its on. cannot disappoint u guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/thinks&gt;&lt;/smiling&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;smiling&gt;&lt;thinks&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u all dun look serious......&lt;br /&gt;like wan kidnap us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, almost after every class, they will go like.....&lt;br /&gt;"eh... remember k.... 2-4..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day came......&lt;br /&gt;we had class in the morning......&lt;br /&gt;Normal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Normal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Normal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N besides learning Calculus on that day, i also leant that they were pairing up wen ping n some girl...... n that girl is going too!&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;i wont go into that right now.......&lt;br /&gt;only on that very day, i can truly c some truth in their faces......&lt;br /&gt;n so we went......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went from 1 corner of the island to pick jun guan from his house........&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to the other part of the island to pick wen ping from his house......&lt;br /&gt;and finally go to the middle of the island to the badminton court.....&lt;br /&gt;i'll always have petrol to burn.... dun worry....&lt;br /&gt;was a bit late there......&lt;br /&gt;but arrived same time as the others......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played badminton after that....&lt;br /&gt;wah..... the pro wan is reali &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ho &lt;/span&gt;liau.....&lt;br /&gt;no match.....&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow..... its was fun.....&lt;br /&gt;never had exercise in a long time......&lt;br /&gt;felt good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n btw, sounds n noise are amplified in the lift.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there..... it wasnt so bad wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;the 1st outing wif Inti comrades......&lt;br /&gt;i'll see wat awaits me on monday.........&lt;br /&gt;i still dun quite get some parts.....&lt;br /&gt;oh well... thats probably because i dun understand chinese......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n if any of those ppl mentioned above happen to read this......&lt;br /&gt;hello...... u may leave a comment......&lt;br /&gt;n if made any mistakes along the storyline then pls do correct me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps:&lt;/span&gt; initials were used in the place of the real names to avoid furure conflicts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/thinks&gt;&lt;/smiling&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-2518157213411995795?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2518157213411995795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=2518157213411995795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/2518157213411995795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/2518157213411995795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-to-update-atleast-something.html' title='i need to update.... atleast something.....'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-3355174447769852545</id><published>2008-09-19T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:08:01.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile....</title><content type='html'>there isnt much to update about.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are the same as they were.......&lt;br /&gt;HAPPPPPY..... bored..... then frustrated...... then sad....... And back to HAPPPPY......&lt;br /&gt;n somewhere in between it i'll somehow think of a solution for my assignment......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes..... for the past few days......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Huah! maths assignment how to do?? all oso cannot answer?? Number one part a.) oso cannot understand d.... the rest how??? die d la......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3 days later........&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;While brushing my teeth.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;"AHHH! i have found the solution for question 1 part a.)!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAA!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quickly gurgle my mouth n attempted the method i discovered......&lt;br /&gt;n it worked....&lt;br /&gt;showed joel, wen ping all...... all amazed on how a marcus lim such as myself could think of such an approach....... ahahaha...... n while brushing his teeth.....&lt;br /&gt;i dun think they believe me.... but thats reali how it was....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On the following day.... wait... i meant night.....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't sleep..... felt a horrible guilt about something......&lt;br /&gt;wen downstairs n watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S on StarWorld........&lt;br /&gt;and all of the sudden.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I found the solution to Question 1 part c.)!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grab a paper, tested my theory, and applied it...... i got my answer....&lt;br /&gt;(NOTE:Question 1 part b.) is still not answered.....)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i do not know how long will it take until i reach number 2.....&lt;br /&gt;But hey! i'm progressing.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-3355174447769852545?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3355174447769852545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=3355174447769852545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/3355174447769852545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/3355174447769852545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile....'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-6534000640090227555</id><published>2008-09-02T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:36:28.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil Of Boredom on His EVEN MORE regular visit</title><content type='html'>yes...... again...... i have absolutely nothing to do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll upload more pictures from my phone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures taken for no apparent reason at any time i feel like it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n again, for those who didnt read the previous post, the pictures taken may not be clear nor sharp but nevertheless, they tell a story.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4sl1Mw15I/AAAAAAAAAMY/4wyE1Iu8CI8/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4sl1Mw15I/AAAAAAAAAMY/4wyE1Iu8CI8/s320/DSC00029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241676044753229714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some sea side shot....&lt;br /&gt;i like the sky..... nice time to fly kite......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4sl07nxUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_W54I4dEMg0/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4sl07nxUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_W54I4dEMg0/s320/DSC00053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241676044681332034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my dog sleeping.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4smMqH3hI/AAAAAAAAAMo/A0wGEdenU-8/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4smMqH3hI/AAAAAAAAAMo/A0wGEdenU-8/s320/DSC00070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241676051050389010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the place where i worked as a construction worker.....&lt;br /&gt;later on my back cannot tahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4smTb3z3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/mbX3gKqDqpA/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4smTb3z3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/mbX3gKqDqpA/s320/DSC00145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241676052869664626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a picture of eric taking a picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4smaok95I/AAAAAAAAAM4/RTWHfhRyX1c/s1600-h/DSC00217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4smaok95I/AAAAAAAAAM4/RTWHfhRyX1c/s320/DSC00217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241676054802003858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the time when my car got overheated......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4tclDjQYI/AAAAAAAAANA/5UVy7Q7W_NU/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4tclDjQYI/AAAAAAAAANA/5UVy7Q7W_NU/s320/DSC00225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241676985312428418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chia Haw's Mum's Hokkien Mee.... with lime juice as beverage&lt;br /&gt;who said lime with prawns can explode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4tcxGXAaI/AAAAAAAAANI/loYB9Xgoc5Y/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4tcxGXAaI/AAAAAAAAANI/loYB9Xgoc5Y/s320/DSC00236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241676988545434018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those who do not know, this is a Function Generator.&lt;br /&gt;An application to produce AC current&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4tc1Phs9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Xx5_WxAB294/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4tc1Phs9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Xx5_WxAB294/s320/DSC00231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241676989657625554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old Habits which are hard to kick....&lt;br /&gt;those who knew me back at 5 Cekal would understand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4tc0FBtpI/AAAAAAAAANY/EMHEdbsG0r0/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4tc0FBtpI/AAAAAAAAANY/EMHEdbsG0r0/s320/DSC00234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241676989345150610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random pic of Wei Loon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4tdMqzFAI/AAAAAAAAANg/pq2e1QzyoBY/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4tdMqzFAI/AAAAAAAAANg/pq2e1QzyoBY/s320/DSC00252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241676995946025986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random pic of Joel after eating mee sotong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-6534000640090227555?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6534000640090227555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=6534000640090227555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/6534000640090227555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/6534000640090227555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/devil-of-boredom-on-his-even-more.html' title='Devil Of Boredom on His EVEN MORE regular visit'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SL4sl1Mw15I/AAAAAAAAAMY/4wyE1Iu8CI8/s72-c/DSC00029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-6078877890557840728</id><published>2008-08-31T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:28:26.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil of Boredom on his regular visits</title><content type='html'>I have seriously nothing better to do......&lt;br /&gt;So, i decided to post a few pictures from my phone.....&lt;br /&gt;They may not be clear nor sharp(since its a handphone camera) but they still tell a story.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqM-VDmfgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jPp3vpx56pw/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqM-VDmfgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jPp3vpx56pw/s320/DSC00030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240656118831021570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some pigeons i chase around for fun!&lt;br /&gt;Remember to follow the signboards fellas....1 way street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqM-v_A6hI/AAAAAAAAAKw/6WF4O-geL-Q/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqM-v_A6hI/AAAAAAAAAKw/6WF4O-geL-Q/s320/DSC00067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240656126059538962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found Crabs in a drain.... Seriously.... They are crabs....&lt;br /&gt;i didnt believe it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqM-q2KwKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/lq-imGBbdfo/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqM-q2KwKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/lq-imGBbdfo/s320/DSC00080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240656124680257698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some big bike with 2 wheels in the front...&lt;br /&gt;i find that somehow weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqM-wIfMmI/AAAAAAAAALA/dXkV7dGu3vQ/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqM-wIfMmI/AAAAAAAAALA/dXkV7dGu3vQ/s320/DSC00034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240656126099272290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the banana tree which i find interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqO6QOnbrI/AAAAAAAAALI/Wo8_q9whFqI/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqO6QOnbrI/AAAAAAAAALI/Wo8_q9whFqI/s320/DSC00109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240658247838822066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kitten i found at my dad's herbal garden...&lt;br /&gt;it spotted me when i spotted it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqO6SKdrsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7uB88XONa-M/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqO6SKdrsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7uB88XONa-M/s320/DSC00112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240658248358276802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went closer........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqO6obDTGI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZFIQ4S3W-VA/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqO6obDTGI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZFIQ4S3W-VA/s320/DSC00114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240658254333430882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it stands up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqO6huCGGI/AAAAAAAAALg/shj7Ys_8qgI/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqO6huCGGI/AAAAAAAAALg/shj7Ys_8qgI/s320/DSC00117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240658252533995618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can see all the fur start to "stand up"&lt;br /&gt;After that..... As i move closer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqO69N1LYI/AAAAAAAAALo/KKp4j4OHNe8/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqO69N1LYI/AAAAAAAAALo/KKp4j4OHNe8/s320/DSC00118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240658259915124098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqSoQyYaJI/AAAAAAAAALw/wxYLMKR-SX4/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqSoQyYaJI/AAAAAAAAALw/wxYLMKR-SX4/s320/DSC00127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240662336797698194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wen Ping at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqSo3Ol_OI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/srQAws7DP6w/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqSo3Ol_OI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/srQAws7DP6w/s320/DSC00212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240662347116575970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glimpse of Wen Ping's Sports Areana....&lt;br /&gt;Me n Kity playing ping pong while Eric n Guan playing badminton&lt;br /&gt;perpendicular to us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqSoi7DVpI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QjW1KMWtauk/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqSoi7DVpI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QjW1KMWtauk/s320/DSC00139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240662341665904274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Lee's Asam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqSoznYyDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/mckqETbyds8/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqSoznYyDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/mckqETbyds8/s320/DSC00197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240662346146826290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the weird invention we made in college.....&lt;br /&gt;the nicest one is mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqSoR2Kq9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/BE5boK8pinE/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqSoR2Kq9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/BE5boK8pinE/s320/DSC00151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240662337082010578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if u look closely who is in the kelisa....&lt;br /&gt;someone in yellow shirt n big Red hair....(zoom in if cannot c)&lt;br /&gt;Its MacDonalds!&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell from my bike.....&lt;br /&gt;scared the hell out of me.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well... i guess thats it for now...... till next time........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-6078877890557840728?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6078877890557840728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=6078877890557840728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/6078877890557840728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/6078877890557840728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/devil-of-boredom-on-his-regular-visits.html' title='The Devil of Boredom on his regular visits'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/SLqM-VDmfgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jPp3vpx56pw/s72-c/DSC00030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-293998020051324483</id><published>2008-08-29T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T07:27:12.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Urge to update</title><content type='html'>its holiday......&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to update this blog i couple of times.....&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;there isnt much happening in my life presently.....&lt;br /&gt;My holiday life is boring.....&lt;br /&gt;i had nothing to do...... and done absolutely nothing....&lt;br /&gt;N everyone seems to be enjoying their long awaited holidays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon Kit has his WOW,&lt;br /&gt;Joel has his CABAL,&lt;br /&gt;Wen Ping has his Bangkok,&lt;br /&gt;Jun Guan has Taekwondo,&lt;br /&gt;n Toh... is juz Toh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is juz nothing worth blogging about.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been sleeping about 12 hours a day....&lt;br /&gt;10 hours of main sleep and a 2 hour nap whenever i feel like it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N towards the end of my holidays......&lt;br /&gt;somebody..... this somebody juz cannot let me sleep peacefully and keep on waking me everyday.... whether its the main sleep or random nap.... he disturbs my sleep..... then ask petty questions like "eat steamboat need to book wan ah?".....&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping is a very crucial part of my holidays............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so miserable......&lt;br /&gt;By the way.... Sem 2 is STARTING!!!&lt;br /&gt;atleast things will happen in my life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8 hours EGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;4 hours Lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;8 hours Maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.... there will be things to do after this.......&lt;br /&gt;then muz reorganise kai kai days base on new timetable too.......&lt;br /&gt;havent had them in a while......&lt;br /&gt;i thought that since its holidays, there will be kai kai day everyday..... but.... i guess its not that simple....&lt;br /&gt;nvm..... it'll be back.... soon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167161796227063157-293998020051324483?l=themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/feeds/293998020051324483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167161796227063157&amp;postID=293998020051324483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/293998020051324483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167161796227063157/posts/default/293998020051324483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarcuslimstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/urge-to-update.html' title='An Urge to update'/><author><name>story of a marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04172995926301244233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YtEXcnQnyfo/R_jVzNS7VfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztbcE3_aPnU/S220/Outin+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167161796227063157.post-9101463595539537395</id><published>2008-08-18T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:13:25.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taggy by Renzokukeny. . . . . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Starting time: 11.00pm&lt;br /&gt;Name: Marcus Lim&lt;br /&gt;Sister: 1(fly go &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; d….)&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: -&lt;br /&gt;Shoe Size: 10&lt;br /&gt;Height: +- 169cm?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Penang&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Favourite drinks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fruit Juice n tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t reali care….. not a picky eater….. can eat can d….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever been on a plane?:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Poor ppl…. Never&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Swam, almost drowned n never tried again….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who doesn’t??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Broken someone's heart:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There wasn’t reali any hearts for me to break…. So…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fell off your chair: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Probably a thousand times…..(plus 1 from one of wei loon's truth n DARE. "i dare you to fall from your chair comically right in the middle of class")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Erm… my hp is always beside me at night… its my alarm clock… I can somehow tell myself in the morning that its my handphone so I wont throw it away. Nah… never reali waited that bad for a phone call.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is your room like: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Poor ppl… dun have own room.. share room…. Anyway… “my” room is cram…. Packed…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imagine all my family’s stuff n mine in 1 room…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What's right beside you: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Err.. the telephone… Dun get me wrong…. I’m not waiting for any call, its juz that the house phone placed is beside the computer table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;err.. when I was little… reali little….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sore throat: &lt;/p&gt;  &
