<?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-7904090699452140237</id><updated>2011-09-28T21:19:07.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Binary Codes 10010011</title><subtitle type='html'>Simply life. A diary maybe?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-8505747293018692153</id><published>2011-05-03T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T07:43:06.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I graduated from high school! I don't have to go back anymore unless I need to do some errands.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First year college... A huge difference!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more uniforms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soda and snacks allowed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freedom to sleep in class, or skip it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not really that fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although I don't really miss them that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that never changes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is change itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot has changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much that I couldn't get used to them at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of getting used to something, I'm still not used to giving that spark to my dull bloggggg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main problem is having too much to talk about but couldn't find a way to link everything so that they all go together..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No worries though, I'm still going to update them, when something exciting happens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-8505747293018692153?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/8505747293018692153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2011/05/finally-i-graduated-from-high-school-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8505747293018692153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8505747293018692153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2011/05/finally-i-graduated-from-high-school-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-881591353173770457</id><published>2011-01-18T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T08:54:02.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That girl + this guy = UGHHH</title><content type='html'>So, sorry for not updating ever since New Year's Day. A lot has been going on with my little life. For starters, I deleted a girl. Luckily I'm not ruing the day for taking that action.. Honestly, I can't stand her bitchy attitude. AND she's mean! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then......there's her secret admirer... I already promised myself not to bring this thing up again.. But then this post would seem less interesting? What the hay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to start it off, all's unfair in love and friendship. I got ditched like 8 out of 10 times. Whenever I ask him to hang out, there are always excuses, exhaustion, laziness etc. But when that crap asks him out, he springs into action. Well, at least message me that you're out of your house and not leave me there waiting like a total idiot.. I don't even wanna get myself started on the text messages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I was even more exasperated after looking back at those events. I stopped replying in windows live messenger, I couldn't bother replying his texts anymore. At least have him have a taste of his medicine, right? :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after 2 days of cold war, there's really nothing much to talk anymore. I even find him weird now...  Oh well, friends come and go. And I even got used to loneliness after some time. No, I'm not indicating this just to get sympathy or other crap. I don't need no sympathy from people. Because socializing isn't my thing anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-881591353173770457?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/881591353173770457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2011/01/that-girl-this-guy-ughhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/881591353173770457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/881591353173770457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2011/01/that-girl-this-guy-ughhh.html' title='That girl + this guy = UGHHH'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-5116543801011275871</id><published>2010-12-31T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T08:53:10.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/1/11</title><content type='html'>First off, Happy 2011 guys! Now feel free to go crazy, play some fireworks, drink some beers and wake up the next morning on a bed with that special, random someone next to you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I thought they're just numbers? Zzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, judging by that sentence, new year means nothing to me. Nothing special happens. Except maybe a few noisy fireworks displays and a couple of screams. I need sleep too you know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://ts4.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=403297021831&amp;amp;id=82ec9ab1fa0c26b9ea68a5e301f55e48&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fcloud.graphicleftovers.com%2f16361%2f556144%2fhappy-new-year-2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm not making any resolutions for 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-5116543801011275871?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/5116543801011275871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/12/1111.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/5116543801011275871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/5116543801011275871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/12/1111.html' title='1/1/11'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-5594402979647219593</id><published>2010-12-18T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T09:24:20.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER 2010...</title><content type='html'>Exam is OFFICIALLY over! Yes, that means I'm putting my high school life behind me, closing all the chapters I've been through. But, putting all those friends, memories and all the best things in life that had ever happened to me behind..? Let's HOPE not...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closing this chapter is easy, for some people who can't have to have a better life than constantly getting teased by popular kids, peer pressure? For the rest is hard. Hard to clear out that throat to say goodbye to your BFFs. Hard to imagine what the future unfolds, how many new friends are you going to have, how many old friends will you lose contact with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No doubt, some people won't even miss the high school life... For those who felt like losers for 5 years in the running, what's the point of missing high school life? Or a high school that resembles state prison: uniforms, tight rules, old and grumpy teachers..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rests.....yeah, they will miss high school: being with friends, learning together, having fun...(ignore if it sounds awfully cheesy+cliche) For people like me, yeah, I WILL miss my high school life. Because feeling bored in school and feeling bored at home after high school graduation yet still have to wait for test results to move on which takes 3 months process has subtle differences. Don't ask me what differences, it's hard to describe those.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True, friends come and go, but just how many can you get a tight grip of? Don't forget, they are human too, they have rights to move on...... Honestly, I'm not good at goodbyes nor hellos. Soon, I MIGHT move on too....far away from where you guys are, and I WILL miss you guys; though the only memories you guys have about me is the constant depression and indifferent expressions in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://ts4.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=308703929055&amp;amp;id=8475d74a7fa8db929f73218298f99092&amp;amp;index=ch1" alt="Go to fullsize image" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Is it possible for the roads to juncture again??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-5594402979647219593?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/5594402979647219593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/5594402979647219593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/5594402979647219593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-2010.html' title='DECEMBER 2010...'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-4193632877541109280</id><published>2010-12-06T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:54:20.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FAKE AFFECTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are intolerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; will not be&lt;br /&gt;reciprocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;failure and&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UTTER &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So study already, stop making commitments to the subjects you want pass through facebook without bothering the flip through any pages sitting on the desk in front of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway, 2 subjects left. Good luck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If you look at this post, you're failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7904090699452140237-4193632877541109280?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/4193632877541109280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/12/fake-affections-are-intolerable-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4193632877541109280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4193632877541109280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/12/fake-affections-are-intolerable-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-1455155515545420495</id><published>2010-11-27T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T10:29:32.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promising Land</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep again and I thought why not post what's on my mind. Plus, it's been a long while since I last updated my blog (months ago).... and I thought of making it up today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm sure not everyone's satisfied with where they're living now. Some may not be satisfied living with family, urging to hit the legal age and move out. Of course, you only need a place to stay and salary to keep yourself alive. Others, like me, may not be satisfied living in their own country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why...but I've been dreaming of living in the United States since I was 6... Until at the age of 16, I felt like I don't belong here. It's like people here don't get me. 2 hours ago, she asked what was so special about America that I simply couldn't resist. Well, I don't know....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one thing I do know. Once I leave, everything changes. I might not see my friends ever again. Friends that have kept me company when I was bored, depressed or even happy. No, facebook doesn't really count. I'll miss their voices, their laugh... But isn't that worth for chasing after your own future and happiness? Am I happy? Will I ever be happy if I really got to America??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, where do you belong? Where do I belong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ts3.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=309371803514&amp;amp;id=7d3f9fb18f5a9e8880bc035ae6b71177&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fwww.fantom-xp.com%2fwallpapers%2f29%2fNight_Highway_desktop_wallpaper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Always  alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-1455155515545420495?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/1455155515545420495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/11/promising-land.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1455155515545420495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1455155515545420495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/11/promising-land.html' title='Promising Land'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-3721215236176060551</id><published>2010-10-26T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T09:58:45.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12.40a.m.</title><content type='html'>I don't mind staying up late today. I know something's building up inside me but I just couldn't tell what it is.. Even if I knew what it was, I find it almost impossible to convey them into letters..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today's October 27th 2010, Wednesday. Only 2 days away from the 'big', 'extravagant' graduation ceremony..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A part of me just can't wait to get this over with and leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because that part of me thinks this is no big deal. Since I am always by myself all the time. If I sit there quietly waiting to be approached, chances of me being the big time loner is 85% and I am not kidding.. But of course, to avoid being a loner, you have to approach people MORE rather than waiting, having a good sense of humor, be as outgoing as you can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But approaching people all the time is really just tiring.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part of me, the one who approaches people more, feels sentimental about leaving school... I honestly doubt I would ever see my classmates again. Even if I do, they would have changed a lot.. But mostly I will only miss my best friends. Hah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class seemed interesting today, by interesting I meant a total bore fest. I can only keep myself from falling asleep is by talking to a guy next to me. Talking.....went well, I suppose. But we talked more about his love life etc.etc.. He's a really nice guy. He lives with his sister, his parents got divorced, his mom lives a new guy and his dad's time is almost up. But I admire him. How he managed to still stand, apart from living in this sort of situation. His grades are good, everyone likes him. The only thing stopping him from being perfect is his acne problems. But after that clears up, woah.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of family matters..... A best friend of mine's parents are getting a divorcement too. Not to mention my own mother. *ironic?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, can I say the 21st century society has corrupt? Fine maybe not.. I don't know. How does it feel to be me? 2 words, No Idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody tells me that this is already considered Normal to most teenagers but what the heck do they know? They have parents.. I have a parent. And I don't live with my parent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STOP. Ranting overload... maybe I'll try this another time. I'm burning night light and my face ain't getting any better......... Is this where I bid a goodbye to the invisible people out there in the open world full of dreams and possibilities? Yes. Bye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-3721215236176060551?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/3721215236176060551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/10/1240am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/3721215236176060551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/3721215236176060551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/10/1240am.html' title='12.40a.m.'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-6432751396176637589</id><published>2010-10-13T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T08:59:05.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTe1d8UyfCxU-RZiDt_9FWU1gHHLI0-uo5qjylvm1prZAr_74s&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__MwvYMhSnqdNBDrY8b0wkUOtdLD8=" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days never made me felt so good...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, it's been raining almost all morning today. I skipped school today, while every 17-year-olds were preparing for a song. A graduation song to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't believe we would be graduating in 16 days. And it seems like only yesterday I was whining how time flew by so slow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it must have heard what I was saying and made me eat my words?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, now time flew so fast, I never have enough time to enjoy the last year of my high school life with friends. With addition that I have been depressed almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, I don't really dig sunny days. Back to the driving test. It was okay, the weather was chilly, cool, not too hot. Guess that made the examiners there calm down as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and there weren't much people there since it's a school day. I was told by my driving school agent that there are up to 200 candidates during the holidays.. WTF?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it's a test this time, the atmosphere got a little tense around me.. I swear I could feel my car shaking when I was behind the wheel. Okay, too much exaggeration. But my palms were sweating. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So  good thing it was rainy huh? If it was sunny, oh I could have drown in my own sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Thumbs up for my natural, authentic, dramatic exaggeration*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel tired reading the same writing style in my blog of my every post (If any), I couldn't blame you. To be honest, I feel stupid using plain, simple words that just couldn't bring my post to life... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or make it longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see people doing it without breaking any sweat. It's like writing essay all over again. .__.&lt;br /&gt;And then people say, "Oh shut up, it's not really a big deal. Simple is better, you know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better? Then how do I express myself? Especially is I'm stuck with like what? 80 words in my brain. Cerebellum to be exact...&lt;br /&gt;Read? Right.... I forgot, laziness got the better of me. And my body *blobby* LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I promise I will do more reading (but NO academic stuff) after I'm done with the December exam? Though I'd take that promise a resolution. NO ONE REALLY KEEPS THEIR RESOLUTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I better get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-6432751396176637589?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/6432751396176637589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/10/rainy-days-never-made-me-felt-so-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6432751396176637589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6432751396176637589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/10/rainy-days-never-made-me-felt-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-3948117972928391403</id><published>2010-10-09T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:40:44.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap fuck.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I don't know what to say anymore. The more I say, the more I yell offensive words at people, especially girls, the more they got offended, the more they despise me. I'm a total bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, whether or not you're talking about me in your blog, I don't really know. But I did fulfill the things you're talking about in there. So, I'm very very very very very sorry that I've offended you since the very last time about me telling you not having the right to advice me or something. (Yeah, now that you've mentioned it, I'll only have to bring it with me till I walk into the grave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were having a bad mood, but you didn't say. I shouldn't have said that  stuff to you either. Talk about being a gentleman, I'm no gentleman. I'm just a mean, aggressive, bitchy guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say. Bye, sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-3948117972928391403?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/3948117972928391403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/10/crap-fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/3948117972928391403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/3948117972928391403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/10/crap-fuck.html' title='Crap fuck.'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-6513457203552753799</id><published>2010-10-07T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:39:14.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>Days are horrible. After the mood swing period, and the whole 'yelling at a girl' incident, karma pawned me big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the horrible day, a guy who I don't think is my best friend to begin with anyway had passed his driving test. I was thinking of congratulating him by giving him some stupid handshake since that's the only thing I had on my mind after seeing him walking in my direction in the hallway full of students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew I got rejected with an 'oh' reply and some stupid expression on his face that made me look like a homosexual weirdo. As if that's not bad enough, the girl that's been my bff stopped talking to me recreationally. The only response I got when I talked is 'oh'. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another guy had a conversation with me. Though he did say talking about it might make him flare and me dead. But I carried the conversation on anyway hoping he could let everything out. LOL, how I was wrong... Actually I do spill secrets sometimes accidentally or on purpose just so I can talk about it and hoping to solve misunderstandings. Guess I'm just always wrong.. The more I help the worse everything goes and the harder I try, the harder I fall flat on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amused by how I can fail in every single aspects of my life. The most ironic failure is failure to wipe myself of of the face of Earth. Talk about a lifetime loser, I got it tripled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what to talk about now. My mind's all clogged up, I can't think of anything straight, I can't even cry myself out. The only good thing about today is that it's Friday and I don't think I want to turn on the computer for Saturday and Sunday. There is nothing to do here and I never talk to anyone anymore. Facebook is a snooze fest and I might get deleted if I keep flooding the page with my preposterous lollygagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I can't think of anything right now. So, I might be repeating everything or writing with horrible grammar. Just promise me you readers won't suffer yourself with my horrible grammar and lack of creativity to spice my posts up. A level so low that you'd prefer gagging yourself with a spoon and dug out your eyes so they will never deceive you ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSo6-OalZtrEuT4a3vyeAakuwvQ264g7w1vGSZh0ooIDQxq8WU&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__cqAfywIt8Qk9Tz4ptHTW3CnKxP8=" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;How I sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-6513457203552753799?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/6513457203552753799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/10/drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6513457203552753799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6513457203552753799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/10/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-5327945283722033571</id><published>2010-10-05T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T02:51:34.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood swings suck. I happen to know it because I happen to have one. Obviously. Need I point it out??? Gosh you must be the most idiotic homo sapien I have ever met in my entire miserable life! LOL Kidding! Told ya mood swings bite. TOLD YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to them, I couldn't keep my frown upside down. I even yelled at a girl since she's being all ignoring me on purpose and stuff. But who knew she took it seriously since everyone knows I never mean what I said. FML for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT! Second post of this month!! Am I breaking records?!? I know! Let's celebrate! You get the champagne and I sit here and wait for you. And when you arrive, I'll hit you with the bottle and you'll wake up either on a hospital bed or in a dark concealed wooden 'box'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, what the hell am I saying...I feel like I'm drunk. gtg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/AutumnsFlame/Icons/moodswing.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My first picture ever! And I come with my own warning sign....F***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-5327945283722033571?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/5327945283722033571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/10/mood-swings-suck.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/5327945283722033571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/5327945283722033571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/10/mood-swings-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/AutumnsFlame/Icons/th_moodswing.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-3257563616208278636</id><published>2010-10-03T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T08:56:58.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>1st post of the month?? What? Does this mean it's a celebration? Heck. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing every visitor mutes the song when reading my posts. They're so irrelevant to my thoughts. Though the song by Paramore was my most favorite EVER. Wait, no. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not bad....mostly my days are awful. At least to me. But today was kinda mild. Just the way I liked it to be. Finally I'm getting my driving license if I passed 13th October's driving test. Today was just a pretest and it was going great. Took a little nap after coming back and went straight to piano after waking up. Admittedly, I'm getting bored of the theory class. But I never tell anyone that. In fact, I never tell my family anything about me. They never asked either. So, there ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...already October. Time flies. I just hope it flies faster. So graduation comes faster and goes away faster. That way, I don't have to see the people in my class again. On the contradicting side, I don't get to see my close friends anymore... Guess I can live with it. Since everyone eventually forgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I laugh at myself. So I can constantly remind myself for being weak and pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyday is wonderful. But numbness made me indifferent.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-3257563616208278636?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/3257563616208278636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/10/october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/3257563616208278636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/3257563616208278636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-7898484595780328360</id><published>2010-09-30T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T12:42:44.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, question. Stupid question</title><content type='html'>So I had my Physics paper yesterday. With less calculating, and more logical thoughts. I know Physics include logical thinking as well but we can't neglect the numbers now can we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was sitting for the paper, answering what was supposed to be a question about impulsive forces turned out to be some sort of a joke. Seriously, if this paper were to be published globally, we'd be the laughing stock of the century. Or so I thought. Don't know, don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we we're given two pictures. The same, silly, ignorant, absent-minded "Ali" but kicking different things that clearly showed he was too bored and has nothing to do but kicking everything he sees. A football and a rock. The joke doesn't stop there. We we're asked "Suggest how he could reduce the invulnerable pain while kicking a damn rock".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being polite, I answered 'wear some sort of (clown) shoes that's so big kicking a piano doesn't make him feel a thing either'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I had other responses in mind: "Why the hell would he want to kick a damn rock in the first place?! I mean, as if being bored is not bad enough for his wasted life almost like mine. But to stoop to the level of kicking things so hard it almost made his toes fell off?? Come on! You had better things to do than this! Why not kick a bird or some guy in his package? At least you get to entertain yourself and get some kicks out of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And comparisons.......compare the heights of the water in the water tubes. Compare the speed. Compare the pressure. Hey, hey, yeah I have something you can consider comparing. COMPARE THE STANDARDS OF YOUR EPIC FAILURE QUESTIONS TO THE INDONESIA'S. I'm positively sure they have something that can beat us hands down. Even the Bahama's are laughing themselves silly after taking a look at our question papers. And I'm pretty sure somewhere in the beautiful lands of the 'other world', our ancestors are weeping painfully and can't stop feeling sorry for all the embarrassment we have to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.....not to mention the faulty questions being set. Seriously faulty. Never have I seen such a mistake made by ADULTS in my life. I feel a #FAIL coming on. A 20-mark question that turns out to only have 10 or 15 marks out of 20. So does this mean we get 10 or 5 as bonus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, please go on with the faulty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-7898484595780328360?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/7898484595780328360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-question-stupid-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7898484595780328360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7898484595780328360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-question-stupid-question.html' title='Okay, question. Stupid question'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-7165284543628680276</id><published>2010-08-26T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:25:27.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popularity</title><content type='html'>Popularity? Yeah, I don't get how it works either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to actually be snotty or anything but like some people just post stupid meaningless posts on their social web page and everyone budge in with their so-called comments..Oh, and they're not that pretty either. Anyway, yes. Every time someone updates themselves they get tons of replies and I get 0..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the second one. Good looks with brains. Yet, effing flirty. Look, dating or flirting or whatever eff you're doing with just one person is not fatal. And do you really have to change targets every single effing months? Even real play boys don't roll with that. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, I don't really have the rights to criticize every great, not so great person. Cause being stupid and ugly just doesn't get you that privilege to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still my friend said I'm popular. Not to be mean, but that's a joke..Clearly she's way more popular among people than I am with nuts and squirrels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-7165284543628680276?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/7165284543628680276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/08/popularity.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7165284543628680276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7165284543628680276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/08/popularity.html' title='Popularity'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-7336012341365923922</id><published>2010-08-26T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:05:00.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironically furry issue. I hate my body.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to reveal more about myself today.&lt;br /&gt;I love dogs, cats and other furry stuff.&lt;br /&gt;If just one puppy ever get into my hands, I can cuddle and hug them until they actually die due to lack of air.&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, I have a dog in my house.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am lucky and that is actually his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked to walk my dog by my aunt since grandma couldn't shut up about how putrid Lucky's urine is.&lt;br /&gt;I don't complain much since taking a dog out for a walk is something I wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike last time where I've foolishly let my dog, Muffin run away in the park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the first day of walking the dog, I can't stop scratching my hands and body..&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I scratch my hands after having contact with my dog's fur and saliva.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I find walking my dog is a burden.&lt;br /&gt;Out of 7 days, I have to scratch my hands and pathetic body for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping getting allergy reactions everyday might make me invulnerable to its itchiness.&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong....&lt;br /&gt;My aunt knew about my allergies.&lt;br /&gt;But she managed to make it all like they never happened.&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironic part is, I am allergic to the things I can't stay away from.&lt;br /&gt;Chores&lt;br /&gt;Favorite animals&lt;br /&gt;It's a drug addict staying away from drugs which seems almost impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-7336012341365923922?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/7336012341365923922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/08/ironically-furry-issue-i-hate-my-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7336012341365923922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7336012341365923922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/08/ironically-furry-issue-i-hate-my-body.html' title='Ironically furry issue. I hate my body.'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-8695290674679093395</id><published>2010-08-02T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T09:45:46.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@$^*)+</title><content type='html'>Openings..openings... Now I know why I hate...no. Am reluctant to write my blog. I can't think of  a good, original, non-cliche, creative, mind blowing opening. Not that I want to literally blow off your minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sorry (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insert name here&lt;/span&gt;)  for not updating this page and kept you waiting and 'wanting for more'. But this page had turned into a pit of depression so I don't want to kill your joy or make you feel depressed too so please don't get your hopes up too high thinking this is some 'life' jot down by a happy-go-lucky guy. By the way, that guy died after going through lots of things. Oh well... you can't change anything.. anything about me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is I'm still updating blogs from time to time. But I can't guarantee they will be as interesting as the next person's life&lt;br /&gt;* lack of creativity in writing&lt;br /&gt;* forgetful about my life&lt;br /&gt;* plain lazy&lt;br /&gt;* limited vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;* boring routines&lt;br /&gt;* not as active as I thought I would be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-8695290674679093395?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/8695290674679093395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8695290674679093395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8695290674679093395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='@$^*)+'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-1770485666696968931</id><published>2010-07-19T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T05:56:32.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2010</title><content type='html'>Secrets are never meant to be shared. But who the hell cares...everything turned out wrong after that. It was the nosiness that brought me here to this dump. I had to know. I had to know everything. And everything just turned on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was just peachy until I had to ask both of them to tell me their innermost secrets. That is until....I knew too much. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; keep my promises, I held everything in. It's the motions that betrayed me. The way I acted gave everything away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have revealed what exactly I was talking about right now to stop confusions from happening. It was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;triangle&lt;/span&gt; thing. Not the geometry we have to learn and finding ways to solve them that has no possible help in our future use. It was the typical love problems that pathetic humans have to cope up with. Love, pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the worst day I can possibly ever been through. Everything went smoothly. That's the problem. Not arguing nor constantly insulting 'Wells'. That's what's wrong with today's scene. He was giving me the cold shoulder treatment after behaving abnormally back in Saturday in the mall with those 2 other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of everything that will happen today. So I put up a straight face...more of a depressed expression and idling in class hoping to get through the day. Recess came, everyone was already out. Including Wells when, like every other day, was supposed to wait for us to get to the cafeteria. I suppose not today then. He went out with other groups of his friends and eventually we caught up with each other. He saw me coming and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waited&lt;/span&gt;. That was suppose to be something polite to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have to wait for me, you know." I said in a low voice, hoping he wouldn't catch what I say. And he said something that I couldn't catch up with thanks to my depression. "Oh Marc, I'll return you the Twilight tomorrow. I can't really finish it and I don't feel like reading anymore." That's when I knew &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; was ending. Slight ideas of what was really going on were already in my head. He's mad at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;. But I can't help thinking everything happened had to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafeteria was crowded as usual. The only blank table I found belonged to the guys in the class next to mine. They didn't show, so of course Finders keepers losers weepers. I was alone. Don't get the wrong idea. I enjoy being alone. It's the only way I can keep a straight thought. It was nice while it lasted. By the time I noticed it, my usual groups were already securely in their seats, including him and her. Awkwardness came in and I just had to move elsewhere - two seats to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn was opposite where I was sitting. "Hey!" she said in enthusiast. "Hey" my voice still low. "You know it's been a long long while since we actually talked to each other.." her voice now as usual. "Yeah, I can't believe it's that long". Sounding self conscious, she finally asked "Do you hate me now? Why won't you talk to me?" "No, I don't hate you" I wasn't sure if I was telling the truth since she never approach me herself, "just I don't have anything interesting to share with you..." By this time, everyone was done eating and left. I left, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone must have thought something was really wrong with me by now. Constantly ignoring people and not socializing were all I did today. I've been thinking things through thoroughly. I'm never going to see any of my school mates ever again after graduation. I doubt, I will never have the chance to talk to any of them ever again. Fine, even if we still can communicate through messengers or leaving comments on Facebook, but the feelings won't be there anymore. After some time everything turns awfully awkward and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in a way, I'm glad. That everything went the wrong way like this. That more people find me offensive and unappealing. That everyone will eventually hate me and trying hard to forget me. That way, I don't have to deal with goodbyes anymore, that sinking feeling you get every time you leave the people you love behind. It will be as if I'd never existed. Trust me, this is possibly the hardest thing I have to do. To hurt my friend's feelings. To kick them aside. But it sure beats having to say goodbye to everyone I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-1770485666696968931?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/1770485666696968931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1770485666696968931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1770485666696968931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-2010.html' title='July 2010'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-487630295228787428</id><published>2010-06-26T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:40:15.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless</title><content type='html'>After turning this blog page into a 'Total Journal Zone' where every aspect is filled with pessimistic outlooks and pure misery, more depressed than Bella's insignificant fictional life, I have found that either no one find it appealing with the death talk and everything or everyone just couldn't seem to  care less about the life of an average Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I might not update my blog as frequently now, since there's nothing much to talk about. My life is not made up of rainbows and candy like other lucky people. It's more of an abandoned dumpster that was never meant to be appealing to anyone in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my life as a dumpster...I got real mad at myself today. Everything happens for a reason. I back stabbed my friend today and everything turned worse after the other person knows since she's involved in this. I think my friend got upset and got mad at me. I just want to say sorry I failed to keep my promises. You probably don't ever want to talk to me again and that serves me right. I will also feel awkward being in the same room with those 2 people since we're classmates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-487630295228787428?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/487630295228787428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/clueless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/487630295228787428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/487630295228787428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/clueless.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-3178660239117275416</id><published>2010-06-22T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T07:13:51.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was horrible...&lt;br /&gt;Other than being late to school again, it rained almost the whole day yesterday since the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was the same, the same people, the same routine. It's like walking into an endless cycle of boredom again. I don't really looked forward to school cause I'd be getting my exam results which I have to say was disappointing and dismal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time I feel like I really regret wasting my life in front of a computer instead of pulling an effort to achieve my best. No use talking now. The truth is already there. Now I just have to suck up and start getting my brain working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another problem...I don't get any of the science concepts at all. Other people get it and nailed it like eating pie and I'm still sitting there figuring how to eat the pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posts these days might be a little dull. Because soon it will be all about the same school rants, weekend boring cycles and did I mention I failed my chemistry? Here's the tragedy....everyone passed. Well, not all, apparently. Seriously though, how am I going to get everything prepped up in time for September?! So unless I want to die in this land for eternity, I have to really really really put my heart into everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's no exception either.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my classmates were absent today. 4 is many...or was it 3..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..one was absent for being sick and 2 others were absent because they went to an interview. It's an interview they have to attend because they are competing to be an exchange student to go to the United States. Sadly..I didn't attend cause I know I will never get the part. Come on...the probability of getting that is like 1/10000. In other words, never gonna happen to me. Though hearing my friend talking about the stuffs they did there was really awesome. It reminds me of the good old days in British Council. All those 'English Only' people...except for the fact that I only talk when the teacher asked me to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Amanda had fun with the interview thing and we're kinda starting to talk in words which I'm glad. But I'm still not feeling good about my exams yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During assembly today my friend fainted just right behind me while singing the school anthem... It was horrible..well to me.. He said it was like an instant sleep... "Zzzz..BOOM *awake*" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sure hit his spot...cause he did it a few months back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my biology papers today. Same like Chemistry. FLUNK. That really spoiled the good mood and I couldn't even talk. Just sit by myself and looked out of the window. But I see nothing...all those lush trees never enter my mind at all. Depression came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Anthony's tuition again and I was seriously reluctant to go on the count of me exhausted to death. I even fell asleep in front of Phineas and Ferb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today. Just that I'm about to borrow The Lovely Bones from Amanda after borrowing it to someone else. That reader was fast though..she just got it yesterday and she's done with it today. Anyway, it was supposed to be my turn. But then another person took it. And she was polite too. "Oh you want to borrow it? Never mind, I'll lend it to you FIRST cause I know you'll finish it very fast" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell happened back there? Borrow me "FIRST"?? No. I borrow you FIRST. And you're welcome! I mean I was suppose to get it first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no use arguing now. Don't even have the mood to read anything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-3178660239117275416?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/3178660239117275416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/monday-monday-was-horrible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/3178660239117275416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/3178660239117275416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/monday-monday-was-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-8166294165808621184</id><published>2010-06-18T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T08:59:35.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Not a productive day today. Well not quite productive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate myself more and more. Other than the fact that I'm a major loser. I have a dysfunctional body too. Not only everywhere aches like an old man, I found out I am allergic to the chinese traditional medical oil. Now my two arms and my back has rash spots all over and they look like mutated strawberries. That's why I have to wake up at 9 and fetch my grandma along to see the doctor and have breakfast. Now I really got the hang of fetching people with motorcycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first friend I ever fetch after school..it was also my first time. Things turned ugly that day. It was his motorcycle by the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After heading back home I watched 'New Moon' again. Cause I have nothing else to do. I have...but I don't feel like doing them - Homework. Before entering the tuition class, I bought some snacks just so I won't starve myself to death because I haven't ate dinner. I bought the new Oreo blueberry which taste like soap powder with bubble gum... No one would eat it so I end up stuffing them myself.. thanks friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-8166294165808621184?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/8166294165808621184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8166294165808621184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8166294165808621184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday_18.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-6765725663477904426</id><published>2010-06-17T09:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T07:22:58.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've told myself I'm not going to be all 'Dear diary this' and 'Dear diary that', but I'm really heading nowhere in this blog and to make matters worse, I just hit the dead end. I need to find something to write even if it means inserting cliche openings and crap to embarrass myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about Thursday, the day of the Harmonica Competition. I'm pretty sure it's sectionals cause I don't see other participants from the other states. We've been in the auditorium since 8 in the morning and we have to watch the solo, trio and ensemble. I don't wanna talk about the solo...cause trust me, you'll tilt your head down and find yourself in Wonderland. Of course, the only performances that managed to get our attention are the participants from our own school. I'm not bragging or anything, it's just the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the trio and ensemble. Like I mentioned above, the only songs that caught our attention are performed by the participants from our school. The most anticipating yet heart throbbing moment is when it comes to the Orchestra performance. Everyone was freaking out and the arrangements were quite 'packed'. After performing 'In A Persian Market' everyone freaked out more. Cause we only get to perform once since that's the point of the 'competition' and everyone was worried about their performance. Only the results will tell us that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...our orchestra won the first prize! Putting PCGHS behind us again. The only thing that we felt discontent with is we're only 1 mark away from getting the gold prize. Such a waste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-6765725663477904426?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/6765725663477904426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/thursday_733.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6765725663477904426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6765725663477904426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/thursday_733.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-4015735473266317853</id><published>2010-06-14T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T05:58:07.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>If you guys are wondering what happened yesterday, I'm here to fill you in. But beware, it's as boring as the other days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early yesterday cause I'm meeting up with my friends in the mall again. But this time with the other gang. We did the same thing again like the other day except I felt myself being more comfortable than ever. So we sang some songs and played some games and watched The A Team. Since I don't have the mood and the right words to describe my life cycle, I'll just make it short. After the movie everyone went back and I was off to my piano lesson..Upon reaching I noticed my teacher's car was missing. That's when I remembered my practical is being canceled cause she's out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was pretty much it of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10 today and watched The Lovely Bones that my friend lend it to me last Tuesday. It truly is lovely, especially The In-between. But then I thought too much and got somewhat depressed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the chiropractor today about my messed up arm. It's true what my friend said about me being old. I really feel like a senior now. First the leg incident. Now the arm and the heart prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't tell my aunt about my heart yet. I'm already troublesome enough. The last thing I need is a heart attack that can kill me so everyone can get back to their lives. Sometimes I do think that this is a challenge that the mighty God has given me. But He went a little overboard and started giving me a more difficult level..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it anymore cause people might think that I'm rebelling against God or I'm a free thinker or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-4015735473266317853?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/4015735473266317853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4015735473266317853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4015735473266317853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-6941818448615382540</id><published>2010-06-12T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T07:06:02.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was REALLY reluctant to go today because..&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 7.00 and I still have to wait for my aunt to get herself  ready.&lt;br /&gt;FYI practice starts at 8.00 and she got out of the showers at 7.20.&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to get myself ready by 7.45?!&lt;br /&gt;(another FYI: I take at least 15 minutes to get myself done showering)&lt;br /&gt;So I know I am going to be late again...should have copied the thing twice so I can get one ready in case I'm being asked to copy again.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD THING I was punctual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice today was somewhat better than yesterday's, as told by the coach himself. Good thing it's something that we've played before. It's called 'In a Persian Market'. Which kinda reminds me of the Prince of Persia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...I didn't really stayed till 6. I went back at 2. Talking like a true sore loser...&lt;br /&gt;While I was waiting for my car to come I saw Seck Wei coming out. He's a scout member btw and apparently today's the last day of scout camp. Well, that's how I know it when I actually saw him online in msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I said my dog went looking for stray cats under the car? Well, he got his wish today, and MORE. He got scratched in the eye by the cat while trying to fight with it. That's how I know after aunt told me the whole incident when she took him out for a walk this evening..&lt;br /&gt;We rushed him to the vet to have him checked up.&lt;br /&gt;After that the doctor gave him some antibiotic to prevent eye infections and some cream to treat his eyes. Poor dog.... &lt;br /&gt;And to make sure he doesn't rub his eyes with his sharp paws, the doctor made him wear the Elizabethan collar. You'll see what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/TBOS6Uj8GDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/baNSzjUVbxk/s1600/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/TBOS6Uj8GDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/baNSzjUVbxk/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481886702089541682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/TBOUB9mfHKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/U7jMhqAkVgI/s1600/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/TBOUB9mfHKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/U7jMhqAkVgI/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481887932876790946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously feel bad for him...his right eye can barely open up :(&lt;br /&gt;Hope he'll get well soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-6941818448615382540?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/6941818448615382540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-was-really-reluctant-to-go-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6941818448615382540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6941818448615382540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-was-really-reluctant-to-go-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/TBOS6Uj8GDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/baNSzjUVbxk/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-8370092476873606941</id><published>2010-06-11T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T07:56:33.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Not a productive day today..but it sure beats having to shut myself up for 6 hours again. Like I said, I made a decision not to go to practice today and tomorrow. But I still have to copy those rules as a punishment for being 2 minutes late. Well, rules ARE rules. But I still have no idea how to pass them up this Saturday..unless I pass them up on Monday along with a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only best part of today is I get to wake up as late as I want, and I woke up at 11am. How I miss waking up late just to get back the sleeping time that I've lost. The only down side of waking late is missing the whole wonderful morning doing stuff I wanna do. Not really 'wanna' but stuff I must do for my resolution. But then who ever succeeds in keeping their resolutions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's a good thing I borrowed 'New Moon' from Amanda Cullen. Now you know why her last name is 'Cullen'..&lt;br /&gt;But while watching, I finally came to my senses on the reason I try to stay away from 'Twilight' and 'New Moon'. Watching Bella Swan can really trigger my depression and negativity...as if having depression and being negative as a personality is not enough..&lt;br /&gt;I still won't admit I'm a twiguy..but I like the plot and the soundtracks. It's the songs that highlights my emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, nothing really special happened today.&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse..it rained at 4.30. Good thing I've already keep the clothes..the first upside I thought of is that I don't have to walk my dog today. But after 1 1/2 hour, the rain stopped. Dang it! So now I have to walk my dog at 6 and I have to finish dinner before 6 so my schedule won't get messed up...eating feels like pressure AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan of skipping practice backfired. My friend sent me a message through messenger urging me to go cause the song changed at the last minute...but that's not a surprise to me anymore. They always change songs at the last minute. This means all the time I've wasted totally went down the drain..&lt;br /&gt;Just when I got back from tuition, CW sent me a message in msn telling me to attend tomorrow's practice...like I don't get that enough. My aunt even got mad at me when I told her I'm going for practice tomorrow. At least she allowed me to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During tuition I spent almost all of my time copying the band rules as penalty..which means I neglected everything the teacher taught. Great..just what I need..more time to figure out what my teacher just taught and then get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever tell you how my personality always manage to get people to hate me or lost interest in me?&lt;br /&gt;Well if you haven't...I might as well tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I make friends or try to talk to people, I manage to offend people with my words. Either that, or I successfully make friends with them and then lost the common touch and never talk again. Or worse, treat each other like total strangers. That's what happened between me and other friends....but today it happened to me and Timmy. He's a really great guy. The sad thing is he lives in Philadelphia, USA and I live in Malaysia. He moves quite often thanks to his dad's job. But we've manage to pull things through. That is..until now...I can hardly think up of anything to talk to him..I wanted to tell him about my day, but I think I've done too much talking in my lifetime and I want to hear about his day more..oh btw, he's moving to Germany this September..I'm still gonna miss him though we don't really see each other in person to begin with...&lt;br /&gt;I miss the good old days where he and I just talk practically about anything and then laughing our butts off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be thinking too much again or I'm hallucinating like I always do. But the fact that I offend people is true! That's why I'm always quiet no matter where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR the fear of being insulted. I can say my personality pretty much resembles Bella's. Well almost. I never look at people in the eye while talking. I try to avoid eye contact. Every time people look at me I can't help but get the feeling like they're looking at something fugly. That's me...a negative nelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for today I guess. I pretty much talk about my life of FAILURE all the time that people are starting to get sick of it. Unless something interesting pops up tomorrow or else I'm not gonna write anything. Remember? It's an online journal. NOT a diary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-8370092476873606941?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/8370092476873606941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8370092476873606941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8370092476873606941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-6805435111407029252</id><published>2010-06-10T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T08:24:51.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Things went horribly wrong today. For starters, I need to copy some rules just because I was 2 minutes late to practice, thanks to the electrician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally managed stay till the end of practice today instead of giving lame pointless excuse to get out of there just to hear 'A spoonful of sugar' and 'Feed the birds' from the Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke's film 'Mary Poppins'. I wouldn't say it was perfect, but somewhat satisfactory. I regretted not leaving early. I actually fell asleep in front of the conductor and some seniors that came back after graduation. They must be bored and have nothing else better to do than just playing harmonica..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right today. I can make it through the day in the band WITHOUT saying a word, unless someone talks to me first. Well, I managed to shut myself up for the first 3 hours. And then talked a LITTLE. But overall I managed to shut up and 'blow'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting home, I turned the computer on and started dancing to Lady Gaga's Alejandro music vid. Talk about queery...The clock said it was '5pm'. That's the time to take my dog out for a walk AGAIN. Feeling exhausted, I asked aunt to take him today. Instead I get the excuse: 'But I'll be home late cause I wanna get cakes for your grandma.' Fine, leave me to take him, and then take the clothes and do the rest of the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really pissed at my dog now...&lt;br /&gt;mainly it's because he can't seem to follow my way. Instead he walks on his own and I have to pull on his leash to get him back on track. He like's sniffing stuff too. I'm beginning to suspect he's looking for stray cats. That's what I've been thinking since the day he saw 2 cats in a row and the fact that he started walking under a car ever since. I was worried I might choke him to death from all that leash pulling. FYI if you pull too soft he won't budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw Amanda Cullen online again in Skype. We had, I think, is a quarrel. Apparently some German kid, currently in our school, wants to hang out with her this Saturday. I convinced her to go. But she give's me the "I'm a loser and losers don't hang out with people" excuse again. That's when I snapped. And now I can barely come up with something interesting to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least one thing that gets me looking forward to it is Glee...and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Glee's on! Yeah I never wanna miss another episode again. I just missed last week's glee thanks to aunt's 'lala' show. I sat back, feeling fully relaxed and was watching ALMOST the complete episode, until aunt came back, smiled at me and changed the channel LIKE LAST WEEK. I guess I should've taken my stand by now and tell her this Saturday night's tv is mine. But then again, I'll probably get threatened again with the same old line: " You live under my house, under my rules!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can doodle on this web like what the author did with 'Diary of a Wimpy Kid' and make this blog page a reader's choice. But who am I to do so? I'm a chinese for crying-out-loud..and this racism thoughts in my head is totally getting the better off me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One decision I've made is that I won't be attending tomorrow and Saturday's activity. Just hope I've made the right decision FOR ONCE. Like I've mentioned over and over and over again, not that I hate the band or something, I'm just a loser. No, not Amanda's concept of being a loser. But the one where you sit there, listening to other people blab about their musical life and look stupid for 6 straight hours. And not that I'm actually mocking her online, just wanna prove I'm the authentic loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW!! Things begin to look great! Amanda and I started talking NOW! Just hope she won't get pissed off when she sees this post. 0.O&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, we started talking about omegle.com and how the people there are pervs..&lt;br /&gt;btw, she seems to be like an indian magnet. (hope I won't get killed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something today. The radio was right about stop watching tv and turning some pages. I started flipping the Diary of the Wimpy Kid. That's how I've gotten so eager to write my life down here, hoping some agent or something would take notice and make this another 'bestseller'. But now that everyone has got a tight grip of the high school/middle school concept from a teenager/kid's eyes. I can say what I'm hoping for is just another dream. &lt;br /&gt;The point is, I've learned the difference between diary and journal. Diaries are written down every single day no matter what is going on with your life, even if it's a cycle that you go through over and over again. You'll eventually write the same thing. Journals are somewhat different. I don't have to write everyday so I can just leave some boring segments of my life behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can flip more pages and actually learn the words that I never bother to look up in a dictionary when I come across it. Cause every now and then I have limited vocabs and I can only make up words from my memory (tv shows I've watched)which sucks cause eventually I need to talk to people..those white people and I might get teased at for always asking them to repeat themselves and asking for explanations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-6805435111407029252?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/6805435111407029252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6805435111407029252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6805435111407029252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-7558653749798059432</id><published>2010-06-09T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T03:49:48.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal / Diary. Yes, no, Maybe??</title><content type='html'>June: &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! I almost got myself by thinking I'm actually gonna start writing a diary with a cliche opening: Dear diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, diaries aren't so dear to me anymore. But writing about your day and denying it's a diary means it must have been a journal right? Idk, I'm asking you (readers). Since it's cliche...don't expect me to dear diary this and dear diary that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, I hanged out with a couple of friends from my class today. Overall satisfactory. I was pissed for a little moment back there. lol&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus ride to the mall with Q, since he doesn't know the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the mall at 10.50am, waited for KJ where he's the organizer of this hang out and he's suppose to be there early to get the reservation room for the karaoke at 11.00am. Guess what time he arrives...11.10am. Good thing the room is still available or else I'd be pissed for 4 hours. But I was still pissed, for 10 minutes. After the singing thing, we were suppose to watch a movie which has no title yet since we don't have a plan at all. Everyone was talking and I was there standing looking like a total idiot. No one wants to watch a movie, no one wants to go to the arcade, then wtf do you guys wanna do..Oh btw, I've met up with Amanda Cullen and her cousin. We WERE suppose to watch a movie together with the others..since the others don't want to, she went back with her cousin. wtf. After some time, they finally agreed to catch a movie, the Prince of Persia. I lost all my mood that time, good thing the movie and remarkable and managed to get my mojo back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is getting boring and there's still much more boring stuff in store for me e.g. the holiday activities. WTF&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have anything against the band, just, like I said, I don't really belong there. I wanna be famous some day but then it's less likely to happen. Chinese, living in America (maybe). Now go figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait, that question's a no brainer. Of course I'll die consumed by total embarrassment when I get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I hate myself:&lt;br /&gt;1. for being a total loser&lt;br /&gt;2. for giving up on anything I do so quickly&lt;br /&gt;3. for having poor vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;4. for being so f***ing depressed all the time&lt;br /&gt;5. for not having doodles in this blog&lt;br /&gt;6. for being boring&lt;br /&gt;7. for failing to cheer my friend up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-7558653749798059432?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/7558653749798059432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/journal-diary-yes-no-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7558653749798059432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7558653749798059432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/journal-diary-yes-no-maybe.html' title='Journal / Diary. Yes, no, Maybe??'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-1859125968670404028</id><published>2010-06-04T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T10:01:29.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 4th 2010</title><content type='html'>Today was the last day of school, also the last day of your two weeks long exam. I think I can say I'm pretty much relieved now that we don't really have to sit for anymore papers. But the holidays don't really have much worth anticipating about. 2 weeks of holidays, everyday was booked by the band, except Sunday. Sunday was taken over by piano. You might say that's a 'musical' holiday but I don't really think so. Might have some friends at piano, but then I'm the 'outsider' cause I always talk to them automatically..well so is the band..I've tried being quiet for the whole day there and I succeeded.. So..nope. I don't belong anywhere. Still finding that one place where I can really belong too without feeling left out, feeling sorry for my lack of skills or other..and without feeling like an alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never understand how the human mind works...or so to speak, how humans work. Well, here's an example: The blog post that I've recently written, you know..the very long one..yeah. My best friend took a look at it and she sent me a message saying how can produce such a work when clearly she has all the vocabularies that I can hardly learn. Because of her vocabularies and randomness, I love reading her blog all the time. It's like written by a typical American blonde. But having low self-esteem with her English, she stopped posting blogs...So it's like I love what people hate and people love what I hate. Really still don't get the concept of the human mind. FYI, my best friend has lots of caucasian friends from the States, Australia etc. Well not that much, but at least more than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality is also the one more thing that keeps me wondering about. Well first, my personality. I tend to have the sort of feeling that people don't really like me. It might also be the fact that I'm as boring as a blank dictionary but the point is I can't really understand myself. I try to be nice and friendly like other people do but they just end up in a different story. Okay, example. My friend and a person. First they talk, then they had fun talking. Then they maintain. Now me with the same person. We talk, then it gets awkward. Then we never talk again. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know..I know... I think too much. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not! Come on, don;t you wanna know what the hell is wrong too when you find something is really really wrong? Okay, forget it. This is just another boring, insignificant post anyway. At least I can get it out of my head for the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-1859125968670404028?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/1859125968670404028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-4th-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1859125968670404028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1859125968670404028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-4th-2010.html' title='June 4th 2010'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-5733311070026309116</id><published>2010-05-28T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:58:42.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summarized</title><content type='html'>Here's a shorter version of my last post cause I know it's really long. In fact, it's longer than my usual essay assignment. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's about it. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-5733311070026309116?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/5733311070026309116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/05/summarized_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/5733311070026309116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/5733311070026309116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/05/summarized_28.html' title='Summarized'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-7834526877468726798</id><published>2010-05-28T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:00:08.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A house is not a home</title><content type='html'>It always begins at home. But no one really knows where or when will it end. Family. The ones that can really relate to you and can always stick together no matter what obstacles come in their way. Oh no..that's for typical loving family. NOT mine. Let's just say in my house, everything you do and you don't do is wrong. You're wrong when you don't do chores. You're wrong when you helped out doing laundries. Some people might think this is just some cliche everyday life problems that everyone faces in their period of time and that I'm just being stupid for telling people what they fell. Maybe they're right, maybe they're wrong. But one thing I know of is when it comes to these things in my life I will be totally destroyed. I am vulnerable to fights, quarrels etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little introduction to my 'family'. I am the only guy in my house. My mom used to live with me until one day she decided to leave the house after having enough from my always nagging grandma when I was 10. I have never seen my blood father. I don't feel like seeing him either. My mom married to a new man again, but we never really talked to each other. He's a loser, an underachiever. They live some place else. The apartment next to mine. So I live with my aunt and grandmother ever since. My aunt. She's like a second mother to me. She takes full responsibility for me. She's single. I have 3 uncles, my grandma's sons. One lives in California, USA, having a happy life. One moved to Japan a year ago. He's happy too, I think. Another one lives in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Not really a role model for me. Well, no one is except for my uncle in the USA. My grandma, caring to children ONLY and sometimes get real mad and will hit kids with anything that comes in contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happened today, an hour or so earlier. A quarrel took place. A really unreasonable quarrel originated from something small. That grew into something massive and uncontrollable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own memory lanes. Memory lanes that are full of tulips and dandies surrounded by butterflies. Occasionally with some storm in a valley of dead trees, wilted flowers or even dead animals. Of course people with wisdom will seldom go into those districts. Unless you're fully prepared for the coming consequences. Like I've said. This is for you other people. Not mine. My family uses their memory lane as a ground for endless warfare. Especially the old hag, an unstoppable witch with an innocent face that manages to get everyone to be by her side. She's the cause of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog got the blame for making her life miserable cause she only thinks my aunt cares for the dog and nothing else. And I got dragged in for helping to walk my own dog. Apparently, I'm being told that I'm under my aunts spell for doing her bidding. STFU will you. I'm doing it cause I wanna help out in minimizing all of your fucking problems. If it isn't cause of this I'd never do chores. Things gotten so complicated that I don't even know how to continue this article. I've tried to compromise, really. But all my efforts are down the drain so I probably won't bother to handle them from right on. Just let them get to their worst and end up killing each other if I'm ever that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of reasons finally came to me today, about why I love Avril Lavigne and Paramore, why I couldn't think and see 'straight', why people always gets a taste of my frown medicine in class. These are all the work of my 'family'. In a family of females that never rests until one gets the blame and dies, it really is not an ideal home for a male. Such a turn off can really set a stereotype into your mind that girls are really a fuck. Loud music is the only solution to cover these ugly voices that goes on and on in my head. Thanks to my family, I've grown to take every bit of hate and write them in a book. A book that merely have happiness in sight. The hatred in me might last forever, might be gone once I step foot out of the country and into where I belong, California. I really have nothing else to think about right now except when can I leave. Activities, especially my band can't really get into my head now. Oh right, there's still 2 weeks of practice nonstop for the coming holidays, I might get back to my old self and go whenever I feel like and and not when I don't feel like it. Scold all you want, yell all you want, hate on me, I couldn't care less now. Even getting good grades and involving in bands lost it's significance now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A house is where you seek comfort in it's warm loving arms when you're feeling rejected, down in the dumps or even hurt, because you know that is your home where people are always there for you no matter what you've been in. But a house is not a home to me. For it's just a temporary shelter you live in. You still have to involve yourself into the war they organize. A wrong house I have been living in for the last 16 years that's dysfunctional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-7834526877468726798?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/7834526877468726798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/05/house-is-not-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7834526877468726798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7834526877468726798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/05/house-is-not-home.html' title='A house is not a home'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-9181426611573637445</id><published>2010-05-27T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T06:51:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so here's what happened during the last few weeks or months of my life. A few weeks ago I 've had a quarrel with my best friend. She got upset with me cause I didn't tell her every aspects of my life and the Project thing. After a few days, we've gone back together like BFFs again. Exam today, since last Friday, till next Friday. Had a fever and flu which made me sleepless. Algebra, physics, calculus penetrate deeply into my mind. So deep that I have the urge to calculate my rate of breathing in my sleep. Biology and moral today. Don't really know what to write but just rap it in anyway. I don't wanna go to school ever again. It's sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what you missed on "Me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-9181426611573637445?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/9181426611573637445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/05/okay-so-heres-what-happened-during-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/9181426611573637445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/9181426611573637445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/05/okay-so-heres-what-happened-during-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-310550223861585815</id><published>2010-04-23T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T08:31:25.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from x to y</title><content type='html'>Alright I don't really know where to start...I feel like ranting but then it will seem more boring watching me rant about my life and my perspective towards life and people. But that's the only thing I have since I don't really have anything extraordinary happening in my life. Or at least I wasn't really aware of that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll just rant anyway cause I know no one reads my blog. So my blog is somewhat similar to a dump near some pier. I pour everything out of my heart/head into it. And no one will come near it. One, I get to release any tense. Two, no one knows about this dumpster's existence. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I always talk to people. Asking them about future or school results or crap. And I always wind up being in the same situation. Of course I know my results are better than the rest of you (rich people) cause unlike your family, my family doesn't roll in money. I have to work my ass off now so me and my family can finally have a better life for once. While the rest of you people have family fortunes and always get to get what you want. You don't even need outstanding grades to get the hell out of here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah I know my rants are predictable. By now you're guessing I'm gonna say 'Life sucks'. Well...you're right..life does suck. It's never fair in this world, we just gotta shut up and move on. But I'm fed up with this, I feel like blowing up. I can't bear this anymore.. Every time I see people around me working really hard on their algebra and I just sit there and watch..I feel threatened. I'm not satisfied with myself. From grades to looks. I doubted myself and feel like a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even play my harmonica right. And our school's concert is this Sunday. Though I don't really tell people how I feel, deep down I'm really scared. What if I mess up everything during the performance. I can pretend to play my harmonica but that will only be fooling myself. I'm basically useless. A low life. Some people are born to be musicians. Some are born to be photographers. Some are born to be scientists and researchers. I'm born to do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I finally know why I'm always finding ways to end my life. I have lost significance. It's no surprise to find me missing one day or find me dead. FYI my English sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-310550223861585815?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/310550223861585815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-x-to-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/310550223861585815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/310550223861585815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-x-to-y.html' title='from x to y'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-7342945277063739879</id><published>2010-04-13T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T03:05:26.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I got my TOEFL results last Saturday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 100/120.. I know! That was sooo unbelievable..I would have never expected myself to get scores like that cause you know I'm dumb and that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am one step closer to going to the US..gosh I can't stop thinking of what is ahead of my life! I mean there's sooo many things that could happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like blogging today...really really sleepy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-7342945277063739879?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/7342945277063739879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-i-got-my-toefl-results-last-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7342945277063739879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7342945277063739879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-i-got-my-toefl-results-last-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-4063358840589731663</id><published>2010-04-06T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:33:40.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's been a really long while since I last updated this crap work. No, it's not because I'm busy with my school stuff or anything, it's just that I'm lazy and reluctant to do it cause this kind of thing needs time to come up with and I just don't like to use my head that much...besides...no one reads them anyway, they are just full of rants and random 'hoo-haaS'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I took my TOEFL..and I messed up almost every section of the test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading: not enough time to read cause I'm just a high school student reading college text books..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking: not enough time to think for points and I stammered a whole lot while talking into the microphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing: I literally changed the whole meaning of the last paragraph of my essay..thanks to 'prefixes' .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening is the only part i can have full confidence in..but the lecture is still a college lecture, so I've no idea what the people in there are talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I am the youngest test taker among the other test takers..the rest are like college people which made me feel awkward sitting in the same room with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will have finished marking the papers and giving scores by the 4th of April which is this FRIDAY..so yes, I'm freaking out!! If I flunk this...my life will be totally ruined! Well wish me luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'm writing this blog in my school library which is strictly prohibited by my teacher cause apparently it is violating the library's regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So buh-byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-4063358840589731663?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/4063358840589731663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-its-been-really-long-while-since-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4063358840589731663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4063358840589731663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-its-been-really-long-while-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-8288264514441048579</id><published>2010-03-15T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:23:40.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ghost car~</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I get to ride my grandma's scooter for today and yesterday. But I rarely get to use it unless it's for my busy schedule. I have extra piano class yesterday morning cause I will be having a grade 6 theory exam today and good thing it was over! That took a load out of my mind, for now. Back to the main point. After finishing the lessons I took my lunch at McDonalds and met up with CCC and Feng. CCC was teaching Feng math functions so I just sat there and well, join in the 'fun'. Coincidentally, we all took our motorcycles out today so we decided to ride around. First we rode to Feng's house and then he went home @@. So that just left me and CCC. We rode to Gurney, then to Jelutong, got lost, found our way back again, and he went home. Just as he left home. Then I have to get back to my piano class again at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when it happened.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was riding as usual. And then suddenly a song came into my head... Innocence by Avril Lavigne. Suddenly I saw some cars slowed down and stopped. I was puzzled..until I saw the traffic light was red and realized I just passed the red light..I even ALMOST hit a guy who was crossing the street...If I really did hit the guy, I would have been sued and in jail now... (case #1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I rode my grandma's scooter again but this time to a school to take my theory exam. God it was HARD! Hope I passed though =/  After the exam I went back home and took a rest and before I knew it it's almost time for tuition. Well, not almost, one hour before. So I thought of riding it again to Gurney and then use the highway which passes through Queensbay to get to my tuition center. And like yesterday, once I reached Gurney the sky was already dark and there was a light rain. But I love this kind of weather, while watching the sea waves beating the shore. It's kinda relaxing to me. Anyway, it started to rain heavier and time was almost up. So I rode to the jetty to get to the jelutong highway. By the time I reached the jetty, the rain got heavier, so my shirt and pants got wet and I'm still riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky cleared up when I reached Queensbay. That's when it happened......AGAIN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a big roundabout and between the roundabout and the road there was a small pavement and then a drain. I speed too much when i turn and I failed to control my turn. I end up hitting the pavement and NEARLY fall into the drain...the car driver next to me saw that and uhh.....you get the picture. (case #2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always ALMOST hit cars when I'm behind the wheel. Either I'm cursed with this adrenaline boost or my granny's scooter is in fact a ghost car oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-8288264514441048579?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/8288264514441048579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/03/ghost-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8288264514441048579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8288264514441048579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/03/ghost-car.html' title='ghost car~'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-4496771915390055508</id><published>2010-03-12T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:53:37.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tags tags.</title><content type='html'>Sooo I was tagged by my best friend, Amanda..apparently she wants to know 7 random facts about me...so..uhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Whenever I'm taking a shower, I always bring my phone along. Then I would play songs and sing along with them. Come on, this is my moment and I'm practicing before I show up to the American Idol auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I'm smiling at you now. 30 minutes later when you see me on the streets, my face is worse than a sour puss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I try to not let my family know anything about me. e.g. injuries, school, friends etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)I once swallowed a bubble gum and lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)I'm a little queer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)I never talk to my family unless they talk to me first or I feel like talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)When I'm listening to songs, my mood changes based on the genre of the songs. I listen to songs while taking buses, while walking, while doing stuff. I'm emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like tagging so let's just end it here. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-4496771915390055508?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/4496771915390055508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/03/tags-tags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4496771915390055508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4496771915390055508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/03/tags-tags.html' title='Tags tags.'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-4285482982262240088</id><published>2010-03-12T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:42:14.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D        D=</title><content type='html'>Okay. Guess why am I smiling. Alright, don't. I'm smiling. For the first time ever! Well one reason is cause the toughest school exams are OFFICIALLY over and we get 7 days of holidays here. Which means none of us have to step into the school ground. NOT EVEN ONE STEP! That's like the best offer you could ever get! Yeah, life is great. PERIOD. Ohh!!! I wanted to talk about this! After walking home from school today, I saw my best friend in her car. Coincidentally, she looked back and we WAVED FOR THE FIRST TIME! In all 3 years of our friendship, this is the first time we waved at each other OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL!! I'm so gonna remember this day till i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now guess why I'm frowning. I'm frowning cause...I have harmonica practice tomorrow...and the day after this coming sunday..and the whole weekdays. I'm havin' my piano theory exam this coming monday, my motorcycle test this coming wednesday. Results will be revealed once our holidays are over and I', sure I'm gonna flunk some of it. I have TOEFL on the 27th of march. In short, March 2010 sucks cocks. DX I better not mess up TOEFL or I'm never gonna live this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the upside. MY BFF WAVED TO ME!!!! So happy I could die. Now I know how Lady Gaga feels. ;) speaking of Lady Gaga, her new telephone music vid came out and it was fucking awesome! bitch!! + Beyonce! Ooops I ran out of things to talk about again. No wait. AMERICAN IDOL 9. Lily and Alex didn't make it!? What's the situation here!? Come on! they're so freakin' awesome! and Matt's awesome too! Wish I could play piano like him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh it's late. gotta go to bed now cause I ain't getting much sleep these days. Days mean 2 weeks during the exam period. My head is spinning. mychonny. oh angel, you de sexxayyyy. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-4285482982262240088?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/4285482982262240088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/03/d-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4285482982262240088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4285482982262240088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/03/d-d.html' title='=D        D='/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-1070534189959503390</id><published>2010-02-27T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:54:51.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quick rant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell am I gonna squeeze every freakin subject in time for the fucking exam!? First there's chemistry, then physics, biology, HISTORY blah blah blah blah BLAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can put every books into my head just like cartoons do.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-1070534189959503390?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/1070534189959503390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/quick-rant-how-hell-am-i-gonna-squeeze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1070534189959503390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1070534189959503390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/quick-rant-how-hell-am-i-gonna-squeeze.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-6786472332771738783</id><published>2010-02-27T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:48:10.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2010 SUCKS</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm choking right now, LITERALLY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March is coming up. This means 2 weeks of boring school exam from the 2nd. The good thing is we don't have homework during the exam period. But I haven't done any freakin revision! Okay, maybe some. SOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh the 'fun' doesn't stop here...I have a piano theory exam waiting for me on the 15th and TOEFL test on the 26th. I can't mess up TOEFL cause it's really important for me...my life is at stake here! And there's band practice during the one week holiday...Don't get me wrong. I love going there. I just hate waking to early to go to school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is a quick update cause I gotta go.....study maybe....maybe not. =_______=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-6786472332771738783?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/6786472332771738783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/march-2010-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6786472332771738783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6786472332771738783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/march-2010-sucks.html' title='March 2010 SUCKS'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-8793557368372936961</id><published>2010-02-14T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:59:24.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fugly</title><content type='html'>Well...I just got into a clumsy accident 3 days ago...fell from my motorcycle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bruise is just fugly and it even oozes out icky yellow stuff out of the injured area. I think it's fibrin..but then people said it might be infected or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S3jUhlzwciI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kPwc0qiUwAk/s1600-h/IMG_0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S3jUhlzwciI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kPwc0qiUwAk/s320/IMG_0356.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438330223599841826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting right? yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-8793557368372936961?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/8793557368372936961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/fugly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8793557368372936961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8793557368372936961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/fugly.html' title='fugly'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S3jUhlzwciI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kPwc0qiUwAk/s72-c/IMG_0356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-2903508987984121808</id><published>2010-02-06T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T04:19:59.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhh....</title><content type='html'>I'm back people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not posting stuff for days cause I'm worn out from big piles of homework which I didn't bother to do these days..yeah I know...this is getting out of hand..If I keep this up I'm gonna kiss my USA goodbye! So Imma work my ass off for it and nothing's gonna stop me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELOCUTION ON MONDAY! and I haven't prepare for it AT ALL! I was planning to use my 'accent' again cause I got used to speaking like that to win the competition. Come on..this is already my last year in high school, I gotta make something special out of it or my life will be wasted..hey! I just talked like Racheal Berry from Glee! =____= Okay, back to the point. Anyway, I told my corn-related friend that Imma use the accent and he asked me to not get my hopes up cause there was one who used the accent and he got in only the 3rd place. BUT, the girl who use simple asian-robotic-FAKE accent and that got her in the 1st place. uhh....dilemma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my weekdays are officially tied up. I'm only free on Thursdays cause...&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Malay tuition &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Add Math tuition&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Chemistry and Physics tuition&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Math tuition&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - School activity and English tuition&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know..my life's all FUCKED UP. Now I know why there are so many freaks here in Xxxxxxxx I mean seriously...and I'm a couch potato so that makes me a SORE LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...SOMEBODY WHO IS OBSESSED WITH VAMPIRES (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) has been updating blogs! I gotta catch up on her...yes HER....and I'm getting dumber and dumber by the second! I've even asked her simple grammar stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SCHOOL!!! School NOT FUN! AT ALL!! We gotta get to class early to finish up our homework and when the bell rings, we gotta face those robot teachers for 5+ hours and then homework again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh....are the above posts too..random?? cause I wanted to mix everything up so I wont have to type and post and type and post and type and post..we know where this is going. So I just stop. Anyway, if it's tooo random, just leave me a comment and uhh...I'll try to improvise? Or I might not, just send me comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw 2 pairs of birds having sex on my way to tuition yesterday...and dogs...and flies...yeah I'll just shut my mouth up now...I mean tie my fingers up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-2903508987984121808?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/2903508987984121808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/uhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/2903508987984121808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/2903508987984121808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/uhh.html' title='uhh....'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-2856910112411381019</id><published>2010-02-04T08:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:06:05.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>q.u.</title><content type='html'>Quick Update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep in class most of the time and I laughed like a maniac today that everyone was taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-2856910112411381019?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/2856910112411381019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/qu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/2856910112411381019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/2856910112411381019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/qu.html' title='q.u.'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-6344372529209975965</id><published>2010-02-04T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T07:51:21.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-titled</title><content type='html'>Well..yeah..&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of creative titles for my blog. So I just put a self-title. I know..lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..nothing special or bizarre happened today, so school is just as boring as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh..and our english teacher almost explode today..and she was praising me almost the whole day! I know this is a good thing. But I don't mean to brag. I just don't find it comfortable being praised in front of the whole class..NOT COMFY! and I don't wanna be a teacher's pet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's homework..what the FUCK! yes, I'm saying that word (english teacher's quote) LOL. Seriously, why do grown ups have to give children tons of homework? Don't they realise that if they give too much homework, we will have to use more paper, which means we'll need a very high demand of paper which means man will have to cut down trees just to make paper to do our stinkin' homework, which means less oxygen will be produced by trees which means global warming will happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So doing homework causes global warming. lame-r!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's our class pictures day! So this means another photo op. Still thinkin' of what pose to do when we're taking the 'blooper' pic. Any suggestions? I was thinkin' of doing a fake 'kissing' with my friend. But then rumours will spread..like I don't have enough rumours to go around! And today was the first time I heard 'Amanda Cullen' spoke loudly..lol. Yeah we hardly talk in school, but we do get along well in msn and skype and facebook and blah blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gotta go now. Get some sleep so people won't mistaken me for a panda when I enter the class tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye and night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-6344372529209975965?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/6344372529209975965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/self-titled.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6344372529209975965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6344372529209975965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/self-titled.html' title='self-titled'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-8146317021310357363</id><published>2010-02-02T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:15:27.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!(#^$#@*#&amp;</title><content type='html'>yeah....everyone's asleep and it's way way past my curfew... *someone's gonna panda eyes tomorrow*&lt;br /&gt;So who says pandas are endangered?? I mean...kids in high schools now are turning into pandas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;that was so random. Okay, back to the point. What's the point? um....well...i went to LL Tan's add math tuition...before that I had Mcdonalds with CCC and we saw lots and lots of caucasians there. So whats the situation here? I don't know either. But before that...I walked to Mcdonalds from my house...tiring and fun. It took approximately 25 minutes to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...I had a photo shoot for my graduation pic! But I think I'm mostly gonna retake it cause everyone said my shoulder was wide apart like the HULK..WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....was fucking depressed the whole day cause I forgot to bring my friend's paper to school today and I lost mine AND I have to copy the whole thing...yeah..just copied every single thing from my friends paper...let's hope I won't forget her paper again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm still not sure what my reference is! WaterTheFlower.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuhhhh...that's it. Gotta go get myself some beauty sleep. Not that I'm beautiful or handsome to begin with. But I still wanna keep my human form!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 3rd! And today is a very very exciting day! cause! Today happens to be Poh Zi Qin (poker face)'s birthday! Because of her existence, Lady Gaga has won a Grammy for 'The Best Dance Recording - POKER FACE' and 'The Best Electronic/Dance Album - The Fame'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, seriously gotta go. Bye guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-8146317021310357363?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/8146317021310357363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8146317021310357363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8146317021310357363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='!(#^$#@*#&amp;'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-3926677790355431892</id><published>2010-02-01T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T07:50:44.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral</title><content type='html'>So our English teacher gave us an oral test today....&lt;br /&gt;something us kids have to do to score good grades in our SPM or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was my group's turn to present something and while most of the class chose to do a sketch out of our literature short stories, my group chose to present elements from a novel, The Pearl, by some Californian guy whose name I can't recollect at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was my turn to present..and before that I saw some people were already falling asleep..so my mind hatched a plan..that is to yell "Hello~ 5S2!" so that everyone will jump to the edge of their seats..and I did...but it didn't work..lame....disappointment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..and I used american accent to present my stuff cause I'm obviously comfortable with it and I THINK everyone was struck with awe...after the presentation I got back to my seat and everyone was like "oh god you're fucking awesome!" okay...there's not 'fucking' in it..but i denied everything cause...I don't know why either.... maybe I just don't want people to think I'm showing off like SOME PEOPLE (not you Corn..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I get to enjoy my 15 minutes of fame...yeah...it was 'a little' fun while it lasted. Moving on, uhh.....I rode my granny's bike to school today...more of a scooter and NO, ITS NOT OLD/LAME..she bought the latest Honda Icon. And everyone said the scooter was CUTE. Fucking cute. I also think i swore a lot lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gee, look at the time...I'm just gonna post some quick update on something that hapened recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUICK UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;*quit anthony's math and add math tuition (personal reasons)&lt;br /&gt;*going to LL Tan's math and add math (personal reasons)&lt;br /&gt;*still on EMO&lt;br /&gt;*blogging while doing my homework (blogging&gt;homework)&lt;br /&gt;*Freaking out (personal reasons)&lt;br /&gt;*on bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-3926677790355431892?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/3926677790355431892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/oral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/3926677790355431892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/3926677790355431892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/oral.html' title='Oral'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-6067040427344424372</id><published>2010-01-30T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:47:21.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy....</title><content type='html'>9.41a.m.&lt;br /&gt;At this exact time...you can still see me on my bed with only my pants on, sleeping soundly..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...not today I don't cause thanks to my aunt for waking me up just to talk to my cousin from Japan..not that I don't wanna..just that I'M SLEEPY! And the excuse she made was lame.."you talk to him cause I wanna wash clothes" =.=  yeah...and I "have a meeting with the president of the United States...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway~~&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm already up..might as well talk to my cousin..but he's gonna see my head on the table quite a lot. lol..oh yeah..and homework..curse those piles of questions waiting to turn my brain into mush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gotta go..still talkin' with my cousin..he's 11 by the way....    *okay..too much info**&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help Haiti..Donate Today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-6067040427344424372?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/6067040427344424372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6067040427344424372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6067040427344424372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleepy.html' title='sleepy....'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-8985687411207194089</id><published>2010-01-30T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T06:30:19.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*!@%*^#%$?</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I've been away for such a long time that you guys probably felt frustrated waiting for me to update my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..I felt lazy blogging cause you know..blogging is like writing a diary which is like writing an essay which is like homework assignment or exam which i hate doing which makes me feel nauseous. So in short, blogging makes me nauseous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway~ I have a lot of catching up to do..seriously A LOT. So..let's get started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the form 5 this year, so this means it's my last year in high school and I'm gonna get one step closer to get outta here! This also means SPM....the exam that decides out destiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in 5S2 class along with many of my best friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be very happy right about now but..I just don't feel the excitement..not to mention doing my homework, going to tuition. I don't even bother to pay attention in class too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2010 is gonna be one heck of a month..lots of things are all packed up in this month...like the school exam, the piano theory exam and TOEFL. Wish I'm able to do well in all these cause they're really mean a lot to me and I don't wanna disappoint myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure..I'm gonna make this year the best year of my high school life. "Live Life To The Fullest" lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's about it....will try to post more blogs..TRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-8985687411207194089?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/8985687411207194089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8985687411207194089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8985687411207194089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='*!@%*^#%$?'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-4670190579554720039</id><published>2009-11-21T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T06:02:56.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam NO MORE</title><content type='html'>Woah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, school's out and exam's FUXXING over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks of frustrating...seriously, I was pulling my hair out during the period!&lt;br /&gt;just let the pictures do the talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/Sw05AU1lglI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JqdFX4U_tZY/s1600/DSC01184.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/_gDPu1H27Oo0/Sw05AU1lglI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JqdFX4U_tZY/s320/DSC01184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408041405298082386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/Swi9H9HinKI/AAAAAAAAAII/EWMqcy_BbPQ/s1600/DSC01183.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/_gDPu1H27Oo0/Swi9H9HinKI/AAAAAAAAAII/EWMqcy_BbPQ/s320/DSC01183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406779297021205666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/Swi8uM07j5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/eyZHiO-5g1g/s1600/DSC01185.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/_gDPu1H27Oo0/Swi8uM07j5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/eyZHiO-5g1g/s320/DSC01185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406778854561517458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you....It's a fuxxing mess...and the exam results aren't pretty either. And in case you noticed, you will see the word "fuxx" 3 times including this one because I'm blogging with steam out of my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-4670190579554720039?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/4670190579554720039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/11/exam-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4670190579554720039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4670190579554720039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/11/exam-no-more.html' title='exam NO MORE'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/Sw05AU1lglI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JqdFX4U_tZY/s72-c/DSC01184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-7612066486031247908</id><published>2009-09-24T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:45:37.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wont be bloggin these days. Well, depends what I have in mind and when I feel like bloggin. lols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-7612066486031247908?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/7612066486031247908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7612066486031247908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7612066486031247908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-blog.html' title='My Blog'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-7976752007917937542</id><published>2009-09-24T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:03:21.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24-09-09</title><content type='html'>sometimes a short post makes a blog wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-7976752007917937542?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/7976752007917937542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-short-post-makes-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7976752007917937542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7976752007917937542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-short-post-makes-blog.html' title='24-09-09'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-8614051192632595148</id><published>2009-09-18T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:08:33.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QB for friday</title><content type='html'>The school announced that today is a holiday. So I planned going to QB with my friends. Early this morning, Li Nian called me and said that Wei Xuan and De Sheng couldnt make it today cause they have no transport home. Then I kept asking Li Nian to ask them go and end up only De Sheng going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After receiving the call, I couldnt get back to sleep (thanks to Li Nian), so I just wake up and head to the shower. Then took Rapid to BJ  and change bus to QB. On the way there, I saw my other friend. Turns out he was heading to QB too. Good..now I dont have to be the one asking which bus to take to QB. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived early, so i took a 1 minute walk with my friend and then Seck Wei called. Then my friend left and me n Seck Wei took another walk to Borders. We were looking at a book called "The Magic Eye 3" which was both fun and "brain-blasting". Seriously, you need to look hard into the picture to get another 3 dimensional picture. By 11.45, Li Nian called and came to Borders looking for us and told us that De Sheng was at Popular. lol. so we got down to the basement to look for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving at the cinema, we chose to watch "Where Got Ghost". Bought the tickets, Li Nian bought a large soda, i bought a hot dog and a medium soda cause I just had a glass of ORANGE juice for breakfast. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film was AWESOME!!! The first one was a bit scary.. especially the "orange" story.. the second one was just plain scary!! especially the fat ghost.. i nearly got a heart attack. the third one was kinda like a continue to the film "Money Not Enough 2" which, obviously, the ghost is their mother. that one was touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the film, we saw Yi Hong working. She was a sales promoter. LOL. and she told me she saw me earlier today with a tall guy but not sure wether it was me or not..and after i told her it was me AND seck wei, she said she tot i was with my DAD. LOL??Then we accompany De Sheng to look for card readers but failed...so we head down to the arcades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, everyone left... so I accompany seck wei to his home and waited at the bus stop near his house to go tuition. But...i walked back to QB..LOL. SRY SECK WEI. XD then i went to the QB roller ring to have myself milo and listening to "White Horse" on my phone. zZZ. Then Yi Hong found me and asked wether i was wearing contact lenses..I was like "what? If Im wearing one then I wouldnt have to wear specs.." then she said "Y ur eye brown 1 leh??" I was like "cause its my natural eye" thn she was "Oh, so beautiful.." LOL. thanks for the compliment by the way =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN ITS OFF TO TUITION. Fun day, scary day....every little emotion is in it. lols. Ookay..gotta go..&lt;br /&gt;BYES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Marc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-8614051192632595148?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/8614051192632595148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/09/qb-for-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8614051192632595148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8614051192632595148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/09/qb-for-friday.html' title='QB for friday'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-4424320595306843986</id><published>2009-09-06T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:06:16.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly moments or just plain SILLY</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! This actually happened on the 3rd of Sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was morning, everything was dark (its like 6 somethin in the morning). Everything went smoothly. That is..until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, Xu Tong came in and started writing a chinese sentence. I got curious and asked her WTH was she doin. Finally, I was told that the teachers gonna ask us to create a sentence and use "ju zi chen fen" to catagorize it. OMG!! I was only informed like 5 minutes before the class starts and i was shaking, kinda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RING!!!!! RING!!!! RING!!!&lt;br /&gt;not good! not good!&lt;br /&gt;The teacher's comin in!&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, done writing a simple sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Luckily"....my number was called and I was calep up to the board to write it for everyone to see. After writing, I gone back to my seat. And..she told everyone I did ONE mistake. ONE. Which one....being fed up with it I changed the sentence. =.='' Everyone laughed. lols..the changing didnt work, its gone worse!! So I change back. =.= everyone laughed again. lols...finally to save my embarassment, the teacher came out and helped me. =.= thank god..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just the first period....here comes the last period. additional math....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TO BE CONTINUED)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-4424320595306843986?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/4424320595306843986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/09/silly-moments-or-just-playin-silly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4424320595306843986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4424320595306843986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/09/silly-moments-or-just-playin-silly.html' title='Silly moments or just plain SILLY'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-7700051464520698419</id><published>2009-09-05T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:13:48.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL moments</title><content type='html'>Three men a philosopher, a mathematician and an idiot, were out riding in the car when it crashed into a tree. Before anyone knows it, the three men found themselves standing before the pearly gates of Heaven, where St. Peter and the Devil were standing nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gentlemen," the Devil started, "Due to the fact that Heaven is now overcrowded, therefore St. Peter has agreed to limit the number of people entering Heaven. If anyone of you can ask me a question which I don't know or cannot answer, then you're worthy enough to go to Heaven; if not, then you'll come with me to Hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The philosopher then stepped up, "OK, give me the most comprehensive report on Socrates' teachings," With a snap of his finger, a stack of paper appeared next to the Devil. The philosopher read it and concluded it was correct. "Then, go to Hell!" With another snap of his finger, the philosopher disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mathematician then asked, "Give me the most complicated formula you can ever think of!" With a snap of his finger, another stack of paper appeared next to the Devil.. The mathematician read it and reluctantly agreed it was correct. "Then, go to Hell!" With another snap of his finger, the mathematician disappeared, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idiot then stepped forward and said, "Bring me a chair!" The Devil brought forward a chair. "Drill 7 holes on the seat." The Devil did just that. The idiot then sat on the chair and let out a very loud fart. Standing up, he asked, "Which hole did my fart come out from?" The Devil inspected the seat and said, "The third hole from the right." "Wrong," said the idiot, "it's from my ass hole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the idiot went to Heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-7700051464520698419?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/7700051464520698419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7700051464520698419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/7700051464520698419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol-moments.html' title='LOL moments'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-5894736622305563908</id><published>2009-09-01T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:04:19.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ordinary day</title><content type='html'>Today's September 1st. First day of a whole new month. This means...uh oh...exams coming again in 2 months time. It sucks I know. But that's just something we have to do because that's out life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Today is my birthday. Of course you won't know it cause I tend to keep my birthday a low profile. Yet, suprisingly, some people knows about it and always manage to suprise me with a birthday greet or wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, today is not that special although it's my so called "Sweet 16th" but hey, I'm not in America, maybe not yet...anyway, its still like any other ordinary day where I get my "killer" result and go tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: This post kinda seems like a "negative-nelly written" page. So, not suitable for minors with optimistic or happy-go-lucky attitude. You've been warned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-5894736622305563908?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/5894736622305563908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/09/ordinary-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/5894736622305563908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/5894736622305563908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/09/ordinary-day.html' title='ordinary day'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-2624512166339120866</id><published>2009-08-25T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:06:13.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tags tags tags</title><content type='html'>by Kean Tiong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's your..&lt;br /&gt;1 Last beverage: milk tea hee~&lt;br /&gt;2 Last phone call: about 9 hours ago...to Anthony...&lt;br /&gt;3 Last text message: 2 1/2 hours&lt;br /&gt;4 Last song you listened to: 99 Times by Kate Voegele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Last time you cried: Can't remember..or i don't want to remember....hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;have u ever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;6 Dated someone twice: No. Single and lovin it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;7 Been cheated on: Not sure... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;8 Kissed someone and regretted it: who regretted kissin someone???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;9 Lost someone special: No.... i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;10 Been depressed: All the time. "Emo boy"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;11 Been drunk and threw up: hopefully tomorrow. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three favourite colour&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;12 Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;13 Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;14 Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;br /&gt;15 Made a new friend: Duh&lt;br /&gt;16 Fallen out of love: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;17 Laughed until you cried: Nah&lt;br /&gt;18 Met someone who changed you: Nah??&lt;br /&gt;19 Found out who were your true friend: Uh...&lt;br /&gt;20 Found out someone was talking about you: Nah&lt;br /&gt;21 Kissed anyone on your friend's list: Nah&lt;br /&gt;22 How many people on your friend list do you know in real life: 86.35% ?&lt;br /&gt;23 How many kids do you want to have: Dont know...&lt;br /&gt;24 Do you have any pets: Yup. a dog&lt;br /&gt;25 Do you want to change your name: Kinda...&lt;br /&gt;26 What did you do for your last birthday: gettin depressed for no good reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;27 What time did you wake up today: 10.00a.m.&lt;br /&gt;28 What were you doing at midnight last night: Snoring like a pig. you get the picture&lt;br /&gt;29 Name something you CANNOT wait for: high school graduation!! america!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;30 Last time you saw your Mother: a few weeks ago, months maybe.&lt;br /&gt;31 What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Looks...weird right??&lt;br /&gt;32 What are you listening to right now: Listening to my song&lt;br /&gt;33 Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: who the hell is Tom??&lt;br /&gt;34 What's getting on your nerves right now: my Add Math result.&lt;br /&gt;35 Most visited webpage: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tankt93.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;www.facebook.com XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 Whats your real name: Teoh W.M.&lt;br /&gt;37 Nicknames: Emo boy, marco polo, market pen&lt;br /&gt;38 Relationship Status: Single n lovin it&lt;br /&gt;39 Zodiac sign: Virgo...&lt;br /&gt;40 Male or female : Male&lt;br /&gt;41 Elementary?: Shang Wu&lt;br /&gt;42 Middle School?: Heng Ee&lt;br /&gt;43 High school/college?: Heng Ee / TBA&lt;br /&gt;44 Hair colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;45 Long or short: GUESS&lt;br /&gt;46 Height: 16x cm I forgot..&lt;br /&gt;47 Do you have a crush on someone?: Nope... I think.&lt;br /&gt;48 What do you like about yourself?: My iris&lt;br /&gt;49 Piercings: No n never&lt;br /&gt;50 Tattoos: nop&lt;br /&gt;51 Righty or lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;52 First surgery: not yet&lt;br /&gt;53 First piercing: no and never&lt;br /&gt;54 First best friend: primary school&lt;br /&gt;55 First sport you joined: swimming&lt;br /&gt;56 First vacation: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;57 First pair of trainers: uh....&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;57 Eating: nothing. its midnight FYI&lt;br /&gt;58 Drinking: Nope&lt;br /&gt;59 I'm about to: die of boredom&lt;br /&gt;60 Listening: songs&lt;br /&gt;61 Waiting: For graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;62 Want kids? : only if they promise to behave&lt;br /&gt;63 Get Married? : dont know&lt;br /&gt;64 Career? : stupid and silly. so...confidential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;WHICH IS BETTER:&lt;br /&gt;65 Lips or eyes: Eyes&lt;br /&gt;66 Hugs or kisses: Kisses&lt;br /&gt;67 Shorter or taller: TALLER.&lt;br /&gt;68 Older or Younger: Same age.&lt;br /&gt;69 Romantic or spontaneous: Romantic&lt;br /&gt;70 Nice stomach or nice arms: Stomach&lt;br /&gt;71 Sensitive or loud: both&lt;br /&gt;72 hook up or relationship: Relationship&lt;br /&gt;73 Trouble maker or hesitant: A little trouble making. xp&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;74 Kissed a stranger: Y shud I?&lt;br /&gt;75 Drank Hard Liquor: No......&lt;br /&gt;76 Lost glasses/contacts: Nope&lt;br /&gt;77 Sex on first date: No&lt;br /&gt;78 Broken someone's heart: Not sure&lt;br /&gt;79 Been arrested: no way??&lt;br /&gt;80 Turned someone down: all the time&lt;br /&gt;81 Cried when someone died: no...i dont know why&lt;br /&gt;82 Fallen for a friend?: uhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;83 At the end, you need to choose 15 people (girls n boys) to be tagged and list their names. No one. lazy to tag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-2624512166339120866?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/2624512166339120866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/08/tags-tags-tags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/2624512166339120866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/2624512166339120866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/08/tags-tags-tags.html' title='tags tags tags'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-1010936401169310898</id><published>2009-08-14T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:22:17.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exam</title><content type='html'>Its that time again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone freaks out before it happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone sweating and still freaking out when its happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone chill out after it happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone said how much it sucked after the results of that event comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its EXAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester is more...um....extraordinary??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause 3 subjects only tested the half of the topics..&lt;br /&gt;meaning they wont be testing us on the front part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they do....you'll have found me all locked up in a "happy" hospital already..seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im just gonna read how much my brain can take and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh..and finally..wish everyone good luck on 2A exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-1010936401169310898?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/1010936401169310898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/08/exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1010936401169310898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1010936401169310898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/08/exam.html' title='exam'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-2823919288296670590</id><published>2009-08-07T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:25:30.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year left</title><content type='html'>1 year left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after taking my SPM and I'm dead and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna live with them anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything i do is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG WRONG WRONG&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING WRONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF is wrong with you people???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what..now staring at your car is considered me skipping tuition classes and go IC??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don wan me stare say la, ur car not very nice nia. Made in Malaysia. like i care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money...&lt;br /&gt;lost RM 60 for the 1st time only and ur mad like u just got bankrupted&lt;br /&gt;and now ur threatening me dun wan giv me money??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be that way&lt;br /&gt;I dont need your fuckin dam money to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working hard and Ace my SPM and I will never have to see the face of you 2 again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-2823919288296670590?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/2823919288296670590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/08/1-year-left.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link 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just lost my tuition fee RM60 just now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no idea how it slipped from my pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no idea who found it and took it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no idea why it happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid stupid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-6413463928289997288?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/6413463928289997288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/08/money-go-bye-bye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6413463928289997288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6413463928289997288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/08/money-go-bye-bye.html' title='money go bye bye'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-1758424279568237532</id><published>2009-08-03T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T06:34:03.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green</title><content type='html'>something made me green all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must have been the best things in life that i cant get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must have been the best skills that i cant learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must have been the best looks that i cant have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must have been the popularity that i don't seem to have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still cant get over it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SHORT POST TODAY..COZ DUNO WAD 2 SAY..LACK CREATIVITY AND FEELINGS. zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-1758424279568237532?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/1758424279568237532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/08/green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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writtin blog cause nothin to write...unlike some people whose just surrounded by life&lt;br /&gt;Mine is eventually a boring one..&lt;br /&gt;Guess what..&lt;br /&gt;I was elected as a Librarian Discipline Comitee in my Board of Library&lt;br /&gt;oh god....this was probably known as the most ironic thing happened in my life in the history of most ironic things happened in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WARNING: The above sentence is made to confuse every person who reads them, parental guidance or more Disney comedy TV experience is required before the viewing of this sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLX&lt;br /&gt;SWT??&lt;br /&gt;i was born to make people SWT&lt;br /&gt;and was born EMO so stop askin stupid questions like "Why are you so emo today?"&lt;br /&gt;Zzz...its not the 1st day..and thanks for noticing my face =.= but...i can't answer that...my face was born that way..HEY!! Why don't you ask god?? Maybe he can give you some answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today?? I think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye..!!..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-2645666193314098174?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/2645666193314098174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/2645666193314098174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/2645666193314098174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-random.html' title='So Random!'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-3815695539645555932</id><published>2009-06-29T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:26:27.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black or White??</title><content type='html'>I took my baby&lt;br /&gt;On a saturday bang&lt;br /&gt;Boy is that girl with you&lt;br /&gt;Yes were one and the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I believe in miracles&lt;br /&gt;And a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Has happened tonight&lt;br /&gt;But, if&lt;br /&gt;You're thinkin&lt;br /&gt;About my baby&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter if you're&lt;br /&gt;Black or white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They print my message&lt;br /&gt;In the saturday sun&lt;br /&gt;I had to tell them&lt;br /&gt;I ain't second to none&lt;br /&gt;And I told about equality&lt;br /&gt;An its true&lt;br /&gt;Either you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Or you're right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if&lt;br /&gt;You're thinkin&lt;br /&gt;About my baby&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter if you're&lt;br /&gt;Black or white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of this devil&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of this stuff&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of this business&lt;br /&gt;Sew when the&lt;br /&gt;Going gets rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't scared of&lt;br /&gt;Your brother&lt;br /&gt;I ain't scared of no sheets&lt;br /&gt;I ain't scare of nobody&lt;br /&gt;Girl when the&lt;br /&gt;Goin gets mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you agree with me&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you kicking dirt in my eye&lt;br /&gt;But, if&lt;br /&gt;You're thinkin about my baby&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter if you're black or white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if&lt;br /&gt;You're thinking about my brother&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter if you're black or white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said if&lt;br /&gt;You're thinkin of&lt;br /&gt;Being my baby&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter if you're black or white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea, yea now&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea, yea now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its black, its white&lt;br /&gt;Its tough for you&lt;br /&gt;To get by&lt;br /&gt;Its black , its white, whoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its black, its white&lt;br /&gt;Its tough for you&lt;br /&gt;To get by&lt;br /&gt;Its black , its white, whoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-3815695539645555932?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/3815695539645555932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/06/black-or-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/3815695539645555932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/3815695539645555932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/06/black-or-white.html' title='Black or White??'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-1860909519261174251</id><published>2009-06-19T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:54:12.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY:</title><content type='html'>Lets see...what interesting things happened today...&lt;br /&gt;thats right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)A car drove at high speed n knock into a steel divider 11 1/2 hours ago in front me. Apparently, the driver, a woman, quarrelled with his husband n TRY to commit suicide. RESULT : FAIL. not even a scar was found on her...FAKER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Grandmother Beng taught us to read newspapers. and like any other grandmothers on earth, she told us many interesting news surrounding our favourite home politics/education systems, Malaysia (yeah right..more like favourite with a hat "" on it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Wan Lyn got upset with the Additional Mathematics question cause clearly, me, Li Nian, herself n other people could have got the 1 mark that the teacher didn't give cause "we gave him the wrong A. Math concept"...Wan Lyn was planning to ask her mom n Anthony 2 prove him wrong..and I suggested "Why not sue him? you get that 1 mark and loads of money!!" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)When I was walking home from PISA (the school bus left me there and asked me to walk cause he is trying to save cost.. =.=), something "cute" happened...I didn't know i love nature so much that I have to knock into it. Guess what...I knocked into a big tree branch in front of me..cause? Blame the shining sun..its blindering rays...that made me use my book to cover my face that I can't se a thing right in front me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)After a big hug with the tree branch, my glasses were "reshaped" and now i cant see a thing...God save me...or at least give me a new pair of glasses, i dont mind contacts too! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)I sucked badly in my 1B exam...the only A i have was for my Modern Mathematics...the rest all B's and a C for Moral, at least i suck at theory Moral and not practical Moral.. haha..hard to believe right?? It's a bummer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-1860909519261174251?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/1860909519261174251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/06/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1860909519261174251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1860909519261174251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/06/today.html' title='TODAY:'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-8266183631837438758</id><published>2009-06-10T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:04:04.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>File</title><content type='html'>the most awkward thing happened yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;despite skipping modern math again yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so its like this..&lt;br /&gt;after entering anthony's class, the 1st thing i saw was kean tiong n a space available thr so i rush thr...kean tiong was doing his orchestra thingy n thr was a file on tat seat...assuming it was kean tiong's i took it up n put it nex 2 him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few boring lessons on statistics..kean tiong n I started fooling around askin stupid math questions =.=&lt;br /&gt;n thn it happened...&lt;br /&gt;we started drawing on the file nex 2 kean tiong..seriously drawing...i drawed the biggest black spot on d file n erased it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the lesson, a chung ling guy nex 2 me asked his fren whr did his file go....n when he saw the file nex 2 kean tiong he took it n left! We stared at each other with our jaws open widely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story: I assumed the file was kean tiong's n he assumed the file was mine n we drew on it like there was no tomorrow..gud thing we erased it n tat guy din know wad we did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by,&lt;br /&gt;Marc T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-8266183631837438758?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/8266183631837438758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/06/file.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8266183631837438758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8266183631837438758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/06/file.html' title='File'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-5028017146542019666</id><published>2009-06-08T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:28:40.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>self-complain</title><content type='html'>Holidays...&lt;br /&gt;they're boring!!&lt;br /&gt;its like another routine....only this time its a routine you do for 2 weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;can't i just get a random one??&lt;br /&gt;the one that just pops out of nowhere and suprise you...&lt;br /&gt;just this one simple request.....is it soooooo hard 2 get it??&lt;br /&gt;lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign,&lt;br /&gt;Marc T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-5028017146542019666?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/5028017146542019666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/06/self-complain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/5028017146542019666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/5028017146542019666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/06/self-complain.html' title='self-complain'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-1752807355268831466</id><published>2009-06-02T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:18:46.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a trip to anthony's ; flu day 4; near death experience</title><content type='html'>Flu SUCKS!! its already day 4 n im still not recovering...nose blocked all day n mucus from my throat keep flowing up! freakin disgusting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tuesday! which means...anthony tuition&lt;br /&gt;today is math n additional math.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 10a.m. n eat my grandmothers porridge&lt;br /&gt;it was nice since she's a gud cook&lt;br /&gt;WAIT...all grannies r gud at cooking....otherwise they wouldn't be called granny for nothing, right?? Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating I took a bath n watch Ghost Whisperer on the internet. LOVE IT..thn at 1.30p.m. i walked out of my house n waited for rapid..Relau to Air Itam, which should be T306 arrived at 1.40p.m. n i walked to it..unexpectingly, it juz drove off without seeing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so eventually i walked out to another bus station not far from whr i am..n waited n waited n waited, a total of 1hour n 15 minutes...it was already 3 n my math starts in 15 minutes...nvm lo...skip lo...losing my patience, i walked from relau to chung ling thr coz tats whr anthony's tuition centre is..OMG....all those hill roads, damn narrow...walking up was like...i duno...juz tiring...thn when walking down the road, it was so steep i cant stop walking n walked like a drunked kid..lols. many drivers pass by was watching me walk, duh, its wierd 2 see a person walking alone in the hills =.=...&lt;br /&gt;n thn i saw it.....tat damn bus....driving by me...nah! who cares...im not taking ur bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trail sucks...not enough space to walk also coz d line painted on the road was sooo close i have to walk like a model..i stepped a few steps outside of the line n nearly gt hit by a car n a lorry...they honked like mad...did i mention the sun was blazing hot?? luckily there was no sunburn, my sweat was my sunblock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, i arrived in paya terubong...i saw a gas station n when theres a gas station theres bound to b a grocery store..i walked in n bought 2 cans of soda..1 keep in bag n 1 drinkin it...after drinkin the 2 cans i cnt find a garbage bin anywhere! so i have 2 hold them in my hands..n people look like me n thinkin "why is tis kid holding the cans when he can throw them away anywhere, this is a free country...." FREAKS..this is the reason Penang was voted the dirtiest place to live in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gud thing i saw another rapid coming...coz it was already 3.35p.m. n add math starts in 10 minutes! i board the bus to Rifle Range, my very very old home n walk to anthony's with a nose full of "stuff"..reached anthony's at 3.40pm n sneaked into his class without him noticing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i get to do my exercise...lols. BUT now my feet r numb..seriously numb...cant even twitch a toe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-1752807355268831466?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/1752807355268831466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-to-anthonys-flu-day-4-near-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1752807355268831466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1752807355268831466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-to-anthonys-flu-day-4-near-death.html' title='a trip to anthony&apos;s ; flu day 4; near death experience'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-1119720988325523006</id><published>2009-06-01T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:27:56.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday - bored</title><content type='html'>today woke up at 11.30 am...obviously i was sleeping like a pig usually during the holidays =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn open comp n stare at it for 1/2 an hour..no ppl online 1....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn at 12pm watch Ghost Hunters...geli...can actually hear the spirits communicate with the people...thn Ghost Whispere..I absolutely love it. This week is about Bloody Mary. If u say the word "Bloody Mary" n turn around in front of a mirror 3 times.......she will come through the mirror n scare you to DEATH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn more TV n thn go take care of granma shop from 4 to 9 n now juz came back sleepy coz i slept in the shop..lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for tomorrow's holiday...woo hoo...tuition... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this holiday is the worst holiday i have ever had!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by,&lt;br /&gt;Marc T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-1119720988325523006?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/1119720988325523006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1119720988325523006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1119720988325523006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-bored.html' title='Monday - bored'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-4725861079748023979</id><published>2009-05-31T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T06:55:21.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of may, the beginning of Flu..</title><content type='html'>yes, it has been confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;my flu started yesterday n it sucked terribly&lt;br /&gt;the nasal juz starting to get blocked n water comes out of it..&lt;br /&gt;*Eww...&lt;br /&gt;i know!!!&lt;br /&gt;today morning was the worst day of my life....&lt;br /&gt;went to my piano lesson with a runny nose n i almost used up the teachers toilet paper..&lt;br /&gt;the teacher said i bz making "wan tan" more than playin my piano =.=&lt;br /&gt;SWT CASE..&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, my nose is still running like it hates me n i wish my nose would fall off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;by,&lt;br /&gt;Marc T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-4725861079748023979?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/4725861079748023979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-may-beginning-of-flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4725861079748023979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4725861079748023979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-may-beginning-of-flu.html' title='The end of may, the beginning of Flu..'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-1609321519112812550</id><published>2009-05-29T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:04:05.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beach excuse</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of exam. Yay!! =.=&lt;br /&gt;n Li Nian decided to do bbq at batu feringgi beach tis sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she n zf desperately asked me to go coz i never hang out with them besides in school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday i asked my aunt whether i can go or not n before asking i already knew d answer.&lt;br /&gt;after asking, the ans is a big fat &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"NO" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n finally i laughed...&lt;br /&gt;she asked me y i suddenly laugh&lt;br /&gt;n i told her she n grandma always say the cutest thing when rejecting me goin out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one by one, i tell them their past cute excuse for not letting me go to the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse #1, year 2003: "don go la, the beach too dangerous, later u go swim the waves will wash you away"&lt;br /&gt;"but i never swim in the sea, so dirty..."&lt;br /&gt;"don go la, later got people kidnap u away"&lt;br /&gt;"but there many people, i will hide behind them 1 ma.."&lt;br /&gt;"dun la..people wont care about you 1"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse #2, year 2005: "don go la, later tsunami happen again n wash you away"&lt;br /&gt;SUAN LOR, TIS MAYB WILL HAPPEN MA, TOLERATE WITH THEM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse #3, year 2009 *following the trend of the latest disease, H1N1: "don go la, later tsunami"&lt;br /&gt;"but tsunami ended like centuries ago...."&lt;br /&gt;"erm....don go la, later kena H1N1 if u swim in d water"&lt;br /&gt;"for the last time, i wont swim in that damn crappy water"&lt;br /&gt;"ur frens will throw u in d ma, later u kena H1N1 how?? im not gonna spend my money to cure u d lor, u wan die u die ur own business, dun "pull me into water""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAPS, CRAPS, CRAPS, CRAPS!!&lt;br /&gt;Y mus u pull out the cutest excuse??a simple "no" with no further talk on this topic would end flawlessly..instead...the cute excuse shows up n made me the laughing stock of my friends for being a Mama's boy...additional, made me unsociable+a damn fucking sissy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN i go LA now?? ALONE???&lt;br /&gt;im desperately in need of help!!&lt;br /&gt;S.M.S. (Save My S!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-1609321519112812550?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/1609321519112812550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/05/beach-excuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1609321519112812550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1609321519112812550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/05/beach-excuse.html' title='beach excuse'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-5352196296254926326</id><published>2009-05-29T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:18:06.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Life : Exam Week II</title><content type='html'>2nd las day: math&lt;br /&gt;it was EASY!! at least.. i think it was easy..at night was rushing stupid chinese poem n short essay..made me skip my tuition...nah..im juz lazy to go tuition o.O!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST DAY/TODAY: Eng &amp;amp; Moral&lt;br /&gt;Moral, 2 words: uh oh....Eng, speechless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally exam week is over..&lt;br /&gt;now we juz have 2 wait for the results...&lt;br /&gt;we get to have 2 weeks holiday to wait n wait n wait&lt;br /&gt;n i get to return to my normal life again, relief...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-5352196296254926326?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/5352196296254926326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-life-exam-week-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/5352196296254926326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/5352196296254926326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-life-exam-week-ii.html' title='School Life : Exam Week II'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-2011166150429335672</id><published>2009-05-27T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:37:15.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ways to go to school::</title><content type='html'>yes, there are many ways that people can take to go to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; of  the common everyday solution: walking to school using two mechanical sticks so called legs. n if u're late, juz increase the speed of the 2 sticks. but never overdo it or they will have a serious crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2nd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of course wouble be cycling to school. Enjoying the refreshing morning traffic jam air that does wonders to your skin. and if you're lucky, u get hit by a bus n never have to face the term "school" for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3rd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;would be by car. a shell stuffed with a machine designed to move!! what a fascinating piece of technology, now completed with air conditioners, cup holders and carbon monoxide! designed to commit suicide ANYTIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-motorcycle. similar to the bicycle, now comes with higher speed n less effort! how physics S.O.S. (save our souls) or my personal fav: Save Our S. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;standing to school!! how?? juz live at a place whr a bus will fetch you last. By tat time, the bus will b packed like sardines n u r on your way to standing to school! its like exercising your own legs without using any energy. Here's the twist. it only works IF THE BUS IS PACKED. so, thinkin of a gud time to exercise those fat drumsticks of yours?? then stand your way to school NOW!!&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/7904090699452140237-2011166150429335672?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/2011166150429335672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/05/ways-to-go-to-school.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/2011166150429335672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/2011166150429335672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/05/ways-to-go-to-school.html' title='ways to go to school::'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-3885874283600555397</id><published>2009-05-27T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T04:28:56.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Life : Exam Week</title><content type='html'>ok, long story short.&lt;br /&gt;1st day BM essay n chemistry:&lt;br /&gt;chemistry was ok i guess, but BM i had nothin 2 write&lt;br /&gt;not juz bm, every essays i have no idea wad 2 write...its like my mind was instantly white....=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day chinese n physics:&lt;br /&gt;i stay up d whole night before taking tis stupid physics test n ended up watching E! entertainment, channel 712 on astro..so instead of learning momentums n tensions, i learned brad pitt + angelina jolie &amp;amp; how much Mariah Carey made for her career n every FORBES COUNTDOWN =.= some study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3: additional math:&lt;br /&gt;sucked at it...not all..juz some...especially the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;logs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that made me go nuts o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat n sun: slept the whole day off...i even the day n time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 4: biology:&lt;br /&gt;again, stay up sunday night 2 read bio. From cells to organelles, organs to mitosis. N again, ended up watchin E! entertainment. Today on E! news, Adam Lambert the lead singer of the band Queens?? SO FALSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 5: chinese n history&lt;br /&gt;chinese was ok, i think..but there is a high chance that i will flunk my history...hello?? y should i learn HIStory??wad about MYstory??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today!! Sivik n BM&lt;br /&gt;BM: komsas, rumusan, novel : flunked it!!&lt;br /&gt;sivik?? uh....a message to our beloved Sivk teacher-setter of 1b paper: STOP TORMENTING US! no offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still to come on "School Life Exam Week": math, english n moral&lt;br /&gt;the exam is now officially over, math: u cant read numbers, english: A,B,C,D's comprehension, the works! moral: hey, if u have moral, LUCKY YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i say long story short? i meant the other way around!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tip: never hold back if u reli have to pee, it wont do wonders to your urinary bladder. o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-3885874283600555397?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/3885874283600555397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-life-exam-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/3885874283600555397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/3885874283600555397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-life-exam-week.html' title='School Life : Exam Week'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-8294781548700431934</id><published>2009-05-11T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:36:05.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slp</title><content type='html'>TIRED!!! off to bed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NITEX!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-8294781548700431934?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/8294781548700431934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/05/slp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8294781548700431934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/8294781548700431934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/05/slp.html' title='slp'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-4882794503874329356</id><published>2009-05-07T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T07:50:23.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(emo/retard)</title><content type='html'>Its wierd these few days....don't know why keep feeling moody, I know its bad for my face cause being too emotional grows you loads of pimples...but i don't even know why the hell im &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;emo-ing&lt;/span&gt; about... maybe im a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RETARD&lt;/span&gt;?? At least that's what Wan Lyn said i am...lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME GET RID OF THIS EMO NONSENSE OUT OF ME!! IM DESPERATE N DAMN TIRED OF IT NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What m I?? (emo/retard)?? you choose =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-4882794503874329356?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/4882794503874329356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/05/emoretard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4882794503874329356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4882794503874329356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/05/emoretard.html' title='(emo/retard)'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-4100154135745263667</id><published>2009-04-14T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:32:11.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>skul life.....</title><content type='html'>today is Tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;obviously everyone knows that..&lt;br /&gt;nothing really happened to day...just like any other ordinary school life&lt;br /&gt;as SUCK as ever!!&lt;br /&gt;but today's math period...&lt;br /&gt;walao!!&lt;br /&gt;FS kena scold by Grandmother Guat Beng...XD&lt;br /&gt;coz he do other work while teacher teaching gradients&lt;br /&gt;thn FS no face expression d teacher said he do face for her to see...&lt;br /&gt;DAMN SWT =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn Chemistry period also nothing special..&lt;br /&gt;just that i will be failing my 1B Chemistry papers...&lt;br /&gt;walao!!!&lt;br /&gt;empirical formula, chemical equations, mole, volume, no. of particles&lt;br /&gt;so complicated!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn theres BC&lt;br /&gt;today we read about "blue flower" poems&lt;br /&gt;thn Zi Qi say d poem writer no standard coz d poem short short only&lt;br /&gt;thn d teacher kept laughing...lols&lt;br /&gt;NO STANDARD PULAK...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-4100154135745263667?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/4100154135745263667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/04/skul-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4100154135745263667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4100154135745263667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/04/skul-life.html' title='skul life.....'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-2872869848459663224</id><published>2009-04-03T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:08:04.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she's back</title><content type='html'>today my "sis" came back liao!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy 2 see her again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she not in class i was very quiet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nw gt her..hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atmosphere more noisy liao...lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she reli is d life of a party....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lOVE my sis very much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-2872869848459663224?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-3838941160335337607</id><published>2009-03-28T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T05:29:19.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn 0ff y0uR lighTs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/Sc4XbFvkWVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ft1cSXwmbOM/s1600-h/Earth+Hour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318213964136733010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/Sc4XbFvkWVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ft1cSXwmbOM/s320/Earth+Hour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2009 Earth Hour is here. Lights around the world will be turned off at local time: 8.30p.m.-9.30p.m. Every country around the world is joining this typical event, yes, including Malaysia. So, lets do our part and turn off our lights in the given time to show that we, Malaysians too are concerned about global warming. 2 minutes left...lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now. Will be back at 9.30p.m.&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/7904090699452140237-3838941160335337607?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/3838941160335337607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/03/turn-0ff-y0ur-lights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/3838941160335337607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/3838941160335337607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/03/turn-0ff-y0ur-lights.html' title='Turn 0ff y0uR lighTs!!'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/Sc4XbFvkWVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ft1cSXwmbOM/s72-c/Earth+Hour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-1525479377659469439</id><published>2009-03-21T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:25:04.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t0KyO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;2day is the last day i see my cousin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he will be going to tokyo with his parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went in the airport an hour and 5 minutes ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can only remember him with these pictures n the memories we had had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315658169948172994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/ScUC8Scp8sI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0bpxjmbe9sg/s320/DSCN0519.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;cousin n grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315658745951876722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/ScUDd0Oo9nI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1jqI204_JYo/s320/DSCN0520.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;last meal...lolx =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315658997562963970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/ScUDsdjZeAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/q_kw-ga9zj8/s320/DSCN0524.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;from left:his dad, his mom, him, me, grandmother, aunty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315659233543694034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/ScUD6MplptI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BRQbpYqGUMs/s320/DSCN0526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he n grandmother again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315659418506230978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/ScUEE9sF_MI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BdH2jsAhtbQ/s320/DSCN0529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he n I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315659809014460530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/ScUEbscgsHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8reB_889BzQ/s320/DSCN0530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he n aunty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315660078700103874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/ScUErZGlCMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zHhlMyhSMrI/s320/DSCN0532.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;his family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315660265270430386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/ScUE2QIaSrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EJdsexde3Kc/s320/DSCN0537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he n his mom...notice his face.LOLX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye liao..see you next time ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-1525479377659469439?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/1525479377659469439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/03/t0kyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1525479377659469439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1525479377659469439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/03/t0kyo.html' title='t0KyO'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/ScUC8Scp8sI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0bpxjmbe9sg/s72-c/DSCN0519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-4917720827003837865</id><published>2009-03-17T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:13:09.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fL0w3R</title><content type='html'>Just took some photos of d "sakura" in penang juz nw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hv the photos do d talking XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314207478590820626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/Sb_bi8AhURI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CDbDhoQJ2qk/s320/flower.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314209531061993490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/Sb_daaDyABI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0qSVdUqSEb0/s320/DSCN0507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314207728416038690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/Sb_bxerfnyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ra5IjMUJ_0I/s320/flower2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314207999220614338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/Sb_cBPgVhMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JAuZvV5io9U/s320/DSCN0480.jpg" 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-4917720827003837865?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/4917720827003837865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/03/fl0w3r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4917720827003837865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4917720827003837865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/03/fl0w3r.html' title='fL0w3R'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/Sb_bi8AhURI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CDbDhoQJ2qk/s72-c/flower.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-1616065558859645934</id><published>2009-03-16T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T03:51:20.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano exam!!!!!</title><content type='html'>2day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early in d morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at SMK Sungai Nibong.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a piano theory examination goin on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showed up in d hall 30 minutes before the exam.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;includin me.....=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im takin grade 5 examination 2day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam begin at 9a.m. and people taking grade 5 hv 2 hours ans d paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam in d beginning was easy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question asked me the meaning of "allegro con brio" n "scherzando"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i 4gt review my Performance Directions!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cham liao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn theres d music composition.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the suckiest part for me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished 1/2 hour before d deadline.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everything turn up OK like d skul exam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM TOAST!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-1616065558859645934?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/1616065558859645934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/03/piano-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1616065558859645934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/1616065558859645934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/03/piano-exam.html' title='Piano exam!!!!!'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-4926924081767037295</id><published>2009-03-16T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:18:15.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam no more!!!! ,exam dying!!!</title><content type='html'>W00ts~~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School exam is finally over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don dare imagine how its gonna end up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional mathematics asked a whole bunch of crap that i cant ans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bm, bi, eng essays all don have enough words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral n sivik essay ntg 2 write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS SUCKS THE MOST!!!!!! NOT ENOUGH TIME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history.....haiz....speechless.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio.....14 marks gone i think =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope these complainments will affect the marks in a positive way XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-4926924081767037295?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/4926924081767037295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/03/exam-no-more-exam-dying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4926924081767037295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/4926924081767037295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/03/exam-no-more-exam-dying.html' title='Exam no more!!!! ,exam dying!!!'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904090699452140237.post-6821402742445248496</id><published>2009-03-16T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:06:34.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new 1</title><content type='html'>Haiz.....juz deleted my old blog...&lt;br /&gt;duno why...&lt;br /&gt;mayb is old one ntg 2 post&lt;br /&gt;so.....&lt;br /&gt;created a new one which is d 1 i m posting nw.....&lt;br /&gt;hope tis 1 can last longer than d old 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904090699452140237-6821402742445248496?l=marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/feeds/6821402742445248496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6821402742445248496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904090699452140237/posts/default/6821402742445248496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc-mylifeismine.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-1.html' title='A new 1'/><author><name>Marcus Teoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225328331806330672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDPu1H27Oo0/S2RJkVOT4OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-kYjIx73kiM/S220/IMG_0336.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
