<?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-8870150595457245817</id><updated>2011-10-04T02:56:00.619+08:00</updated><category term='eres la chica más bonita......Usted es la chica más hermosa..'/><title type='text'>Die!!! Die!!! Die!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-4459339194461210580</id><published>2011-04-01T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T02:17:24.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than a month of not blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hyBF5EkBEE8/TZi5c7E4BnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hZGWX_AZRBQ/s1600/2011-03-17_00-28-14_653.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hyBF5EkBEE8/TZi5c7E4BnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hZGWX_AZRBQ/s320/2011-03-17_00-28-14_653.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591422843926087282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me &amp;amp; Azila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j4RVtkbx404/TZi5cu7BVgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7YOCw--vcZI/s1600/195860_1864831457322_1137067214_2230102_1374359_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j4RVtkbx404/TZi5cu7BVgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7YOCw--vcZI/s320/195860_1864831457322_1137067214_2230102_1374359_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591422840663528962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pro Bowler.. AS IF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mTHGNnXaFdw/TZi4abX5RzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yPnwyYSWsJ8/s1600/13022011121.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-mTHGNnXaFdw/TZi4abX5RzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yPnwyYSWsJ8/s320/13022011121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591421701544560434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Beautiful Sunset in Bali right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-We2-AjCaoIY/TZi4aAYp_FI/AAAAAAAAAF8/P8a_W_3UJeY/s1600/me%2Bin%2BBali.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-We2-AjCaoIY/TZi4aAYp_FI/AAAAAAAAAF8/P8a_W_3UJeY/s320/me%2Bin%2BBali.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591421694299995218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DLIBuRLMSX4/TZi4Z_gbsQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/096rA_LkoEo/s1600/21022011147.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-DLIBuRLMSX4/TZi4Z_gbsQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/096rA_LkoEo/s320/21022011147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591421694064177410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I miss you Kak Ndung (My grandpa in Bali)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZJpUSvf5LM/TZi4ZmIAaKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/He1nkNdSvIM/s1600/16022011127.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZJpUSvf5LM/TZi4ZmIAaKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/He1nkNdSvIM/s320/16022011127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591421687250839714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me and the little dog that is so attached to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ySijMDJJPcI/TZi4ZI30z-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/dYmySwfyRHw/s1600/183156_10150103531914020_819414019_6102684_1921167_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ySijMDJJPcI/TZi4ZI30z-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/dYmySwfyRHw/s320/183156_10150103531914020_819414019_6102684_1921167_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591421679398342626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cute right?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lets see what have I been doing since I last blogged..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;February was Chinese New Year and er.. Bali trip! It was kinda enjoyable. Dont feel the same as cos Odah is not around anymore. But still have my dear Grandpa! :D Cousins are a little bit fucked up. Seriously. Oh. Made a tattoo when I was there. Rode the motorbike whenever I feel like it. Ate loads and loads of food. Seriously got a huge appetite. I mean I can eat like 5 times a day and I never gain weight!! Awesome right?! What do I usually eat for supper? Hmmm. Murtabak biasa or Terangbulan or Nasi Jinggo! Seriously. These are the mouth-watering dishes that can make you go bonkers just thinking bout it! Then I found out I can do things that some people cannot. I take that as a gift instead of a curse. Oh yeah. I did water sports too! Imagine Scuba Diving and Jet skiing!! Hell fun I tell ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hmmm. What else? Ah. My last day of work was 31st March. My last day of work was at the place where I first started. Met good people like Auntie Serene, Bapak Ramlan, Auntie Carol, Auntie Carol, Auntie Brenda, Auntie Paru, Auntie Sabariah. All were very nice to me. Treated me like their own son! Made loads of enemies too cos some people are jealous when I can do sales better compared to them. And, I attracted this 25 year old lady at Vivo. And now whenever I go there just to visit, she would say,"Hi darling!" I'm like "O.O" Speechless.. I go Vivo is to accompany a special some one for break.. Azila! :D Off days together, break also go together. Nice right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then what have I been doing on my off days.. Bowling! Yeah! Suck at bowling but DILLIGAF???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;School is gonna start in a few days time. Excited! Wondering if there will be many pretty girls in my class or not. HAHA! Oh yeah. Going back to Secondary School this friday. Collect my Graduating Certificate and ehem. My prize for English!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Love ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8870150595457245817-4459339194461210580?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/4459339194461210580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=4459339194461210580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4459339194461210580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4459339194461210580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-than-month-of-not-blogging.html' title='More than a month of not blogging'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hyBF5EkBEE8/TZi5c7E4BnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hZGWX_AZRBQ/s72-c/2011-03-17_00-28-14_653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-7535188648583807327</id><published>2011-02-04T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T03:10:55.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>Hey yo! Back to update my dead blog!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many events happened these past few days. Seriously. Took off on Friday like finally! Cos atrium finished on the 27th January. Actually not only because of that. But I wont state it here. But what happened in the end? I stayed at home. Yeah. Boring life of mine. Stay at home and watch wrestling on my off day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working in the sales line is seriously tough. And I realised that the people here mostly are fucked up when it comes to buying things. I help everyone to the best of my ability. Then not long ago, this old piece of crap want to exchange the item. Obviously you need to show the receipt right? Can even scold me and say my attitude is lousy. He even wanted to call the manager. By all means asshole! I am not scared of anyone whether you are bigger, taller or stronger than me! I kick your "grapes", you would still feel the pain cos we're all humans idiot! Manager came down, obviously knowing I'm right. Then that piece of old shit was so embarrassed but never even apologised. Thats one thing that sucks bout people here. When you're wrong, you never admit. And wherever I go, I like, I will help increase the sales. Otherwise, I wont give a damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then what else to blog about? Who I really love now? Family for sure! And my brothers who stood by me no matter whatever shit happens to me! Love ya all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see what I've learnt during this Chinese New Year. I know who respects Grandma, I know who the assholes and pretenders who come and visit her with a motive. Whatever it is, I don't give a damn. As long as my family here is not harmed, everyone will be fine. And, I am going to do something to this someone once I am in Bali. I am going to get my revenge on that fucking piece of shit who took away my dad from me. The 8 years I am suffering, now, it is payback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in a little dilemma now. Seriously. I mean, I put a status on facebook bout how I felt. Would you rather go with the person who loves and cares for you from the start or would you go with the person whom you like from the start but leaves you hanging there? Got three answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. First one cos feelings may develop for the person in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Second one cos I may not be able to reciprocate the feeling for the one that loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Neither cos love takes both parties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the song that describes the current mood for me is "It's Gonna Be Me" by N'Sync! My fave boyband since young. Love Backstreet Boys and Westlife too!&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/8870150595457245817-7535188648583807327?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/7535188648583807327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=7535188648583807327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7535188648583807327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7535188648583807327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2011/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-1568557086238274789</id><published>2011-01-26T02:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T01:57:18.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Life, Love</title><content type='html'>Been seriously busy these days until I have no time to blog. Or maybe cos I am just plain lazy. Work has been a little screwed up lately cos of this bitch who likes to sabotage me. Try and backstab me and you'll see what I will do. I will backstab you twice as much! Complain all you want to the manager. He is human just like me so why the hell should I be scared? And for goodness sake. Want to talk bad bout me, say it in front of me you bloody coward. So much for a 40 year old man who wears an expensive suit but under that expensive suit is a pair of shriveled up grapes! On the bright side bout working so far, I got to meet many different people with all sorts of characters. There are customers who are extremely nice, extremely fussy, extremely annoying and extremely show off. Well, that's life isn't it? And I feel good when customers remember you when you are not around. Like when Auntie Paru told me a customer was looking for me even though I have been at the Sengkang outlet for quite a while. Wow! Funny part is that everyone at work always think I am 20 years old. Seriously?! Do I look that old??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Oh Oh! Forgot to blog bout my results for O levels! I got A2 for English and POA! Yeah! B3 for Maths, B4 for Science, C5 for Chinese, C6 for Humanities and er.. B4 for F&amp;amp;N. Who the hell needs to do weekly essays for English? Not that I'm boasting but some particular teachers needs to learn bout a student's strengths and weaknesses instead of seeing the whole batch as a failure and don't say none of us can get a distinction! I know I kinda disappointed Ms Zaihana for F&amp;amp;N. She expected an A1 from me. Yeah! I made Mdm Leow proud! Ms Ho too! Ms Liu was overjoyed when she found out I passed my humanities for the first time! Haha!! Ms Chen and Mr Cheng felt I did great for Science! Finally a B for Science! So I got like what? 14 points!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind miss school. Miss hanging out with my Indonesian brothers (Grafico, Jefry, Teddy, Robert and Jacinto) during recess. Gonna miss many of the teachers at school. Thank you for your guidance in my secondary school life. I love you all my dear teachers! Those reading this post must be thinking,"The teachers also won't know what you write on your blog." Trust me amigos. Many teachers know about my blog a long time ago. That's how they get all my secrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really like this girl at work. She likes me and I like her. She is older than me by about a year and a few months? Who cares right? Age is just a number. But this relationship is extremely complicated. I want to be there for her, care for her, lend her my listening ear even though when she wants to shut off from the whole world. But there are so many things that come in the way. Just hope that all those things will be gone real soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! Forgot to mention something! MOE messaged me at about 6.30am this morning (26th January) saying that I will be taking the Hospitality and Tourism Management course in Temasek Poly! So extremely happy! Regina from my primary school will be there too! Then my amigos from work Jun Jie and Irfan will be there too! Cool! Cant wait to start school. Think of quitting the company soon so March I would be able to go for MMA classes! Let's just see how it goes for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will blog more often. As long as I am not lazy or tired. Muahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-1568557086238274789?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/1568557086238274789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=1568557086238274789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1568557086238274789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1568557086238274789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2011/01/work-life-love.html' title='Work, Life, Love'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-5999722904425155754</id><published>2011-01-05T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:48:05.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year and My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TSSlwQtz-II/AAAAAAAAAFY/uvTWQSRi2qY/s1600/05012011096.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/_gfeSDTeFthA/TSSlwQtz-II/AAAAAAAAAFY/uvTWQSRi2qY/s320/05012011096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558750088621455490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The awesome Volcom shirt Nicky bought for me! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TSSlwEyK_5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MQ9RYW9-DqE/s1600/05012011097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TSSlwEyK_5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MQ9RYW9-DqE/s320/05012011097.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558750085418516370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The delicious cake Nicky &amp;amp; Tracy made for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TSSlv5ROtEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5N7qYbX2dGk/s1600/05012011095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TSSlv5ROtEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5N7qYbX2dGk/s320/05012011095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558750082327557186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The delicious chocolate cake my brothers bought for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yeah! It is a new year! Welcome 2011! Been working non-stop for 3 straight weeks without any off day. So asked Auntie Serene if I could have my off day on my birthday! She said yes without any hesitation! So nice right? Then the three aunties used my birthday and bought 4D. And want to split the sum earned if we win even though I didn't pay a single cent! So far, I've been to Vivocity's Tangs and Sengkang's Metro. The best is still Centrepoint's Robinsons!&lt;/span&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;The day after New Year, this sales rep, Maggie, came down. Was my first time meeting her. So I just said Hi. Then she asked,"Are you the part timer I heard about? Marcus right?" And I was like Omg. How did she know my name? So she said,"I heard good things bout you! Dont worry. Hope to see you some time soon ok? Take care!" So nice to me. Then my sales rep, Shah, who calls me bro said to me,"Eh bro. If Maggie likes you a lot uh, you better be prepared to go to other outlets cos she will take whomever she likes to her outlets." Even Auntie Serene said so. Sigh.. Dont want to move all over the place. Tiring!&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;Today! Didn't plan anything for my birthday because practically, everyone is not free. Then received a call from brother Grafico at about 1pm? Kinda shocked. He told me he came over just to celebrate my birthday! What a nice big brother. So went to play pool then met up with brother Teddy and brother Jacinto. Went to eat at Xin Wang Hong Kong Cafe and played more pool. They even specially bought me a cake! Too bad for me that not all the brothers are together. Then after that, went back home. Met Nicky and Mummy at Novena. Had a great dinner! So I ate dinner twice. Once at 6pm and another at 8pm. Haha! Freaking monster. Cut the cake that Nicky and Tracy made specially! Delicious! :D&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;I love my presents! Thank you to my dear sister/wrestling buddy Nazihah for your present! Thank you Nicky for the shirt too! I know you aren't that bad after all. Haha. Love my family even though we had loads of quarrels and misunderstanding. People said we mustn't tell others what our birthday wish is right? I don't care. My birthday wish is not only to get good results but most importantly, I want my family to stay happy, healthy, wealthy and united. &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;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/8870150595457245817-5999722904425155754?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/5999722904425155754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=5999722904425155754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5999722904425155754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5999722904425155754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-and-my-birthday.html' title='New year and My Birthday!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TSSlwQtz-II/AAAAAAAAAFY/uvTWQSRi2qY/s72-c/05012011096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-8960830099933898406</id><published>2010-12-22T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T01:51:34.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For yesterday</title><content type='html'>This post is for yesterday 21st December. Doing this cos I just finished dinner which is at 12.30am. Really tired from work. No off this week! Argh. But it is alright cos my work mates which are all aunties, are really really nice to me. Everyday, they would ensure that I have my break long enough so I can rest and eat well. Then, manager from another company heard about me. He came to me and asked if I would like to join his group. (I am not bragging). I declined cos I prefer to stick to people I am comfortable with. Plus, I am happy work with my three aunties! Yeah. So what if the pay is higher? Money isn't everything. It can neither buy time nor happiness. Loads of customers pissed me off. Plus, the sales is not that good. Give discount, still want more. Sorry to say but those typical types, I hate to entertain. But at around 10.45pm, this gentleman came over to my counter (Goldlion). He asked if there is any bag within his budget. So I showed him what my counter had cos I want to increase the sales. But he told me that he doesn't like the brand. He prefers Pierre Cardin or Braun Buffel or Renoma to Goldlion. So yeah. Just showed him those other brands and called for the promoters for the respective brands. Then I walked away and started chatting with my sales manager whom I call Bro. HAHA! Then after like 10 minutes, Auntie Paru said customer was looking for me. Was wondering what wrong did I do. The customer (the middle-aged man whom I served earlier and said he doesn't like Goldlion) asked for me. He told me he wanted a gift box and the document bag of any kind. Was surprised that he suddenly changed his mind. Helped him to the cashier then he told me,"I want to buy those things from your counter because I like your service, not because I like the product. You talk like a gentleman and have the willingness to help others. I want you to get the commission you deserve. And I will write a letter to your boss." Then I told him that I don't even know who is my boss. He said that he will pass the letter to whomever is in charge. So he asked me to follow him to 5th floor to shop more. Auntie Serene was damn pissed off cos I helped him. Some of the people on my level thought that middle aged man is gay. Some jealous people thought I got tips from him. Whatever. I don't take money from customers. Then that guy said,"Your father will be proud of you. So what line is he in?" Then I told him that Dad wasn't around anymore. So he said,"Sorry bout that. I didn't mean to hurt you. But 2 things I want you to learn. One, it is not your family background or social status that makes you look good but it is your character that defines who you are. Two, there will always be someone better somewhere out there but you must have the motivation, the courage and the willingness to strive in order to succeed." Such a nice customer. If only every customer was like him. Oh. And there was a lady customer who thought I am 20 years old. Do I seriously look that old?! She even flirted with me. Omg. Auntie Serene was like,"Aiyo. You come to work or flirt?" I didn't make the first move!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-8960830099933898406?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/8960830099933898406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=8960830099933898406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8960830099933898406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8960830099933898406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-yesterday.html' title='For yesterday'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-5973420579850753949</id><published>2010-12-15T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T01:07:02.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of work (15th December)</title><content type='html'>Went for lunch with Hendrick before work at McDonalds. Then there was this pretty and cute girl around. Hendrick told the girl that I wanted her number! I was like, "WHAT!?" Then she was so shy, her face turned red but she smiled at me. Haha. Then started work. There was Auntie Serene, Auntie Brenda and Auntie Paru. All were nice to me! They had so much patience to teach me. Then there were 3 O level students just like me working there too. The pretty girl kept smiling at me. Then met Yuki who kept disturbing me. Haha. Was serving customer then she tickled me from behind. There was this customer who really pissed me off. Asked me for this and that then after taking all the stuff, she said,"Ok. I will look around." Basket! I went high and low for your stuff! Then at around 6pm, the manager came. Asked me how was work so far and stuff then later, he said,"Eh bro! You havent add me on Facebook!" I was laughing so hard when he called me bro! He told me not to address him as Sir or Mr cos he is only 6 years older than me. Then later he used Auntie Brenda's iPhone to Facebook. Then asked me which is my pretty cousin. There were customers but he told me,"Never mind la. Serene! You go serve the customer. I have private conversation with Marcus!" Then Auntie Serene said,"Eh! Later let me see the girl! Marcus! Let me see you cousin!" Really fun chatting with them. Then at about 8, he left. Nothing much to do. But Auntie Serene went to clear somethings. Oh! I managed to sell practically a lot of stuff. When Auntie Serene came back, she was so proud of me! Then when I asked how else can I help, she replied,"Want to try paper work?" I was stunned cos she told me before that only senior staff do paper work. So I just tried. Managed to finish! Then she praised me again! Whoo hoo! After work, Auntie Serene helped me punch card some more. So nice right? Went back home, it was raining. Luckily I brought umbrella! Haha. Looking forward to more working days like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-5973420579850753949?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/5973420579850753949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=5973420579850753949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5973420579850753949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5973420579850753949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-day-of-work-15th-december.html' title='First day of work (15th December)'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-4010271808964178846</id><published>2010-12-13T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T03:38:25.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great day!</title><content type='html'>Today was great! Went out to have lunch with Eunice and Hendrick. Then went for job interview with my 22 year-old manager. Best part is, he treated me like a friend! Then one of the senior staff Auntie Serene also talked to me like friend! She said, "work is work but once you take your break or finished work, you can treat me like friend." Haha! I know the job would be tiring but I wont really mind. Anyway, I just wanna kill time instead of rotting at home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went out with Robert, Sherly and Centanie to Sentosa. Robert and Sherly were like trying to pair me up with Centanie. Haha. It was hell fun although it was like 8pm and no one was at the beach. Then went back home after that. Sent Centanie home to Tampines because Robert and Sherly pushed me out of the MRT. haha. Pretty shy. Couldnt talk much. Argh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-4010271808964178846?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/4010271808964178846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=4010271808964178846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4010271808964178846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4010271808964178846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/12/great-day.html' title='Great day!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-114957672334867469</id><published>2010-12-11T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T02:51:23.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Marcus' life day</title><content type='html'>Saturday practically sucks. Went to follow someone to collect paycheck then they met other people at around 5. Followed them and felt like a total idiot waiting there talking to no one. Fine. You only talked to me after like 30 minutes? Walked to Paragon after that. The feeling I got was so indescribable there. I mean, I didn't feel like seeing anyone especially someone who messed with my heart and until now, I haven't got no explanation. FUCK LOVE! Then went out with Mummy's friends from Bali. They're very friendly!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today was pretty much tiring. Went out shopping. Got some clothes and stuff. It is extremely boring shopping with Mummy cos she has no sense of direction when she is walking and she stops in the middle of nowhere which is extremely frustrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I walked along Orchard Road, I see so many women that dress up like whores. I mean seriously? You want to attract guys, get the proper attention and not those dirty intentions. Show yourself some respect. Anyway, cute girls attract me more than the pretty ones. Oh. Something I saw that would kill your ears. This girl looked quite pretty from far but the moment she talked, her colourful language started "beautifying" the atmosphere! Now you people should learn better than to judge someone by their appearance. Some people make look decent on the outside but deep down, they are just assholes who ruin peoples' life because they have no life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am so happy school is over! I don't have to see a certain group of people. And haters, all I have to say is, keep hating cos you can't hate me if you don't think about me! Jackasses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-114957672334867469?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114957672334867469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=114957672334867469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/114957672334867469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/114957672334867469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/12/fuck-marcus-life-day.html' title='Fuck Marcus&apos; life day'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-1949511745507153809</id><published>2010-12-05T13:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T13:40:34.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post in December</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TPshxhlpSyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UFFHSnG5rnk/s1600/26112010084.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/_gfeSDTeFthA/TPshxhlpSyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UFFHSnG5rnk/s320/26112010084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547064500750469922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old Cucumber soup which is still boiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TPshxGe4neI/AAAAAAAAAEU/L4NI89LNuog/s1600/16092010052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TPshxGe4neI/AAAAAAAAAEU/L4NI89LNuog/s320/16092010052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547064493474356706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meat balls with mushroom and some secret spices!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TPshw6spceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/959lalEs4MI/s1600/08092010049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TPshw6spceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/959lalEs4MI/s320/08092010049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547064490310857186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Creamy mushroom linguine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Thats fast. It is already the end of the year. Time flies huh? This means that I will be collecting the O level results soon. Hope to receive good news by then. Oh! And I will be turning 17 soon!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have I been doing during the holidays? Er.. Cleaned the house almost everyday. Cook and experiment new dishes I made myself. Hardly go out since all my brothers are all back in their hometown. Want to find a job but realised that I should enjoy this well-deserved break after so much hard work is put in before O levels! I want to take up some MMA classes. Just want to have fun. I want to learn how to fight because that's what I want to do. But I know that Grandma is pretty much reluctant to let me learn even though she said OK. I mean if I am forbidden to watch wrestling (but I don't care), what more if I want to take up MMA right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still wondering what course should I choose after O levels. Grandma supports me in whatever course I take. I really really want to take culinary arts because I really really want to be a chef but Mummy asked me to take business course because it is better. I don't want to argue back because I don't even know whats good for myself. It is true that I have very little opportunities if I were to take up culinary arts because competition is high. But everyone needs to eat right? Argh. Forget it. I don't want to think now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just look at all the pictures on top. Doesn't look that appetising.. I know! That's why I am trying to improve and experiment more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WWE's TLC PPV is coming up soon. I think it won't be that great. Wait. I know it won't be that great because why? TLC should have people like Shawn Michaels, Chris Jericho, Hardy Boyz, Dudley Boyz and Edge &amp;amp; Christian! And, I don't really idolise them that much now. I idolise Cain Valesquez more! Go search it up if you don't know who am I talking bout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-1949511745507153809?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/1949511745507153809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=1949511745507153809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1949511745507153809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1949511745507153809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-first-post-in-december.html' title='My first post in December'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TPshxhlpSyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UFFHSnG5rnk/s72-c/26112010084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-4160834895922050810</id><published>2010-11-27T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T00:44:49.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know..</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling seriously bored these days. Sigh. Cleaned the house. Tried cooking some food. Doubt it really taste nice though. But I will learn and improve. I'll accept the comments given and learn from them. Been watching loads of past wrestling matches like the first ladder match between Razor Ramon and Shawn Michaels for the Intercontinental Championship and the first ever Tables, Ladders and Chairs match between The Hardy Boyz, Dudley Boyz and Edge &amp;amp; Christian. Those type of matches are what I call spectacular and exciting! I know. You readers are going to say that I have no life. Watching wrestling day in and day out. Yeah whatever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. Forgot to comment bout Survivor Series. It was stupid. It did not have the Big Four feel. For those who doesn't know what the WWE Big Four is, they are Pay-per-views (Wrestlemania, Royal Rumble, Survivor Series and Summerslam). Kaval is being a jobber again. Thats a stupid move. He can practically thrash three-quarters of the current roster! And the WWE Championship match? The title doesn't even affect John Cena! Argh. Hopefully the TLC PPV next will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm seriously thinking that love is seriously a complicated thing or whatever you call it. The past relationships that I've been in, I'm only serious in one. Got 2 chances but I blew it. I know. I'm such an idiot. But few months back, I really like this girl. Feels good chatting with her. When she feels troubled be it in the day or night, one message from her and I will be there to talk to her and comfort her. Been to the movies and for lunch or dinner sometimes. That feeling is so indescribable. But up till now, I'm still wondering what did I do wrong to get that message. Hmmm. Never mind. Guess it is better if I stay out of her life. But whatever it is, family comes first to me. Then my friends or close friends whom I regard as family. I think that is better than I place my love to other things like cooking or poetry. Those are the things I love doing and it cheers me up when ever I feel down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here is a poem I created at 3am on the 21st of November 2010. Enjoy. Don't want to read? Simple. Fuck off. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to let you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That my feelings for you are not gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know that you have already moved on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The warmth from your hands I felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was the warmth that made my heart melt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time you gave me that sweet smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart would stop beating for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not being able to see it now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I ask myself is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How am I going to carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the girl of my dreams is gone?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would not shed a tear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But only if you were with me here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been in love with you for about a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why can't you see rejection is something I fear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If loving you wholeheartedly was a crime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind the bars is where I will spend my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The times we shared,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The times when you showed me you cared,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All those times we had,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will keep those beautiful memories in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to let you know that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the best girl that I have ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love it or hate it, I won't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My opinion to something: Whenever people say "Don't look back. Look into the future." I disagree. If you don't look back, you don't remember what mistakes you've made and you probably won't learn from them. For me, I look back to see how much I've changed, why did I change and who made me change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and last thing. I hate people who judge me by my skin colour! Walked up to this stall one day and got really pissed. Here's the conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stereo-typical a**: (In Mandarin) Yes what do you want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: (In Mandarin) Fried Rice with salted fish, take-away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stereo-typical a**: You Chinese uh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Then what do I look like to you? All fair-skinned people are Chinese? Slightly more tanned means Malay? Then dark-skinned people are Indian? Stop judging people by their skin colour!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I walked away and went to another place to get dinner. What a jerk! I mean come on. What does race or skin colour mean? Just because I'm like this means I can't speak in Mandarin? Where did such a logic come about huh? I just hope that people will stop judging one another by their differences. What you can do, others can do equally good or even better. It is your character that defines you, not your physical appearance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-4160834895922050810?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/4160834895922050810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=4160834895922050810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4160834895922050810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4160834895922050810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-know.html' title='I dont know..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-5223450640376707992</id><published>2010-11-18T23:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T03:00:28.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOVlk--Oe1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/8Ky1YNyZkqA/s1600/Mrs%2BWoo%2B%2526%2Bme.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/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOVlk--Oe1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/8Ky1YNyZkqA/s320/Mrs%2BWoo%2B%2526%2Bme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540946602602953554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My Chinese teacher who ended my failing streak for Chinese in Secondary school, Mrs Woo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOViFzEd5yI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XNhXioXLFyk/s1600/Me%2B%2526%2BMr%2BCheng.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/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOViFzEd5yI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XNhXioXLFyk/s320/Me%2B%2526%2BMr%2BCheng.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540942768297076514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My great Physics and Form teacher, Mr Cheng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOViFWWFLOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XCKKbmq2T9Q/s1600/Me%2B%2526%2BYanting%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOViFWWFLOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XCKKbmq2T9Q/s320/Me%2B%2526%2BYanting%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540942760586325218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My girlfriend.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOViEr1BzsI/AAAAAAAAADs/XEQTZkFMTnM/s1600/Me%2B%2526%2BYanting.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/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOViEr1BzsI/AAAAAAAAADs/XEQTZkFMTnM/s320/Me%2B%2526%2BYanting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540942749173403330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My girlfriend pretty right? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOViEGhqNqI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ui3gVRj4-HA/s1600/Me%2B%2526%2BMs%2BYuen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOViEGhqNqI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ui3gVRj4-HA/s320/Me%2B%2526%2BMs%2BYuen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540942739160053410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Another girlfriend of mine.. Cute right? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOViD295TbI/AAAAAAAAADc/rLCpzss1dqk/s1600/Me%2B%2526%2BMs%2BCher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOViD295TbI/AAAAAAAAADc/rLCpzss1dqk/s320/Me%2B%2526%2BMs%2BCher.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540942734983515570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Whooo! My great Co-form Teacher, Ms Cher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The prom last night was great! Was half-hearted at first whether to go or not. And I didn't regret going! Got to chat with the teachers and friends and some which I consider as brothers. Sad thing was, not everyone was there. I thought Ms Ang would be there. Took loads of pictures with them. Had a great meal. The food there was erm, sad to say, AVERAGE. The dessert was much better. And the damn soup keeps running out. Oh yeah. Disturbed Ms Chen and Ms Yuen during prom. Asked them if they would like to be my date.. Haha! Then Ms Yuen said,"Ya ya ya." Really funny I tell you. Oh. My conversation with Ms Cher when she just came was so funny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me: Ms Cher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ms Cher: Hi Marcus! Where is Mr Cheng?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me: Wah.. Instead of asking how am I doing you ask about Mr Cheng.. *Laughing in my heart*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ms Cher: Ok ok.. How are you Marcus? How was your O levels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me: Not sincere. Dont want to answer. Haha.. Kidding.. O levels were alright..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ms Cher: Thats good! Hope you get your desired grades when you receive your results next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me: Thank you Ms Cher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then suddenly, Crystal came and hugged Ms Cher. The other guys from 4E2 also came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me: Nice way to destroy my moment with Ms Cher you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then all started laughing.. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was fun.. Oh.. And when the teachers were about to leave, I disturbed Ms Yuen and Ms Chen again. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me to Ms Chen: Bye Ms Chen! Take care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ms Chen: Bye Marcus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me: No hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ms Chen: Nope. Haha. Shake hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;*Shake hands*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me to Ms Yuen: Bye Ms Yuen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ms Yuen: Bye Marcus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me: No hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ms Yuen: Haha! No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me: Then how bout a kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ms Yuen: No way! Haha! In your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me: Ok.. Never mind then. Haha. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then Ms Yuen smiled at me and waved goodbye. So cute! Her cheeks are so chubby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let's have a paragraph about my favourite topic. Let's see.. Triple H and Shawn Michaels talked bout how Goldberg wasn't cut out for Hall of Fame and all the shit they spoke about. I mean come on. Just because he wasn't in the wrestling business for long, he is not cut out for Hall of Fame? Are you kidding me? SO WHAT if you stay so long in the wrestling business when you cannot wrestling or just be a jobber? One great example is ahem, John Cena, Mr Extremely Over-rated! But one thing I respect about Goldberg is that he took the comments like a gentleman and said,"If duration is a factor in order to be qualified for Hall of Fame, then I fall short." To me, he is definitely Hall of Fame material. I mean, how many people can do a spear like him? Edge? You've got to be joking. His spear is weak. His spear is using his shoulder to knock them down. How bout Goldberg or Rhyno? Their spears are CHARGING towards their opponents and using their shoulders to TAKE THE OPPONENTS DOWN. And to all those Randy Orton lovers, get this right. His "RKO" finisher is not original. It is modified. DDP used it first. And WWE is so into PG stuff. I know. It would be much better so children can watch it. It can be entertaining at times. But erm.. Thats RARELY! And I heard that Justin Bieber is going to perform at Wrestlemania 27. COME ON! Please dont destroy my favourite PPV of the year. Argh. 2 Over-rated superstars at Wrestlemania then. Double Js. -.- Thats about it I guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think I have given up on love. I don't want to suffer anymore heart breaks or any other bullshits. When I give the girl my heart, I expect it to be treasure cos I will do the same. When you throw my heart on the floor and step and squash it, I will throw your heart, step, squash then burn it! Yeah. I am that bad. Isn't that what people always see me as? The asshole. That idiot who deserves to die. That bloody person who ruin people's life. Well, have they ever looked at themselves before saying those shit bout me? Ever heard, an eye for an eye? When you treat me like that, it will be reciprocated. And final warning to all those fuckers who destroyed me or my family: You will receive your punishment before you die and it will be from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh yeah. Had a chat with Grandma just now. She is really encouraging me a lot and keep on telling me that whatever I want to pursue in life, she will be supporting me. Nice huh. And she also told me,"Education is important. It will get you somewhere. But luck is more important. There is no point in getting a degree and you are not lucky cos you will fail. But have faith in God. Life is simple. People made it difficult." Then she talked bout how much times have changed. People are becoming more and more wicked. Thats why I've learnt in life. Whatever group or circle you are in, there are bound to be people who watch your back and stab your back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let's end this post with a random poem of mine. Not that good though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Some bullies should look at themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Before making fun of others in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;To their own clique, they are cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But to mature people, they are just plain fools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Stop acting like you guys are tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Because you all are a bunch of stupid clowns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In the near future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Someone is going to take you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'll wait for that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Because I want to see your smirk turn to a frown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When that happens, You'd better dig a hole to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Or maybe just run away from town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Some people think that they are good-looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, let me suggest those idiots something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Try attending a Halloween party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Without any mask or make-up. (Be yourself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm sure little children's pants will be wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And all the people will get a heart attack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Some "emo" people should stop being dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I mean, aren't you people sick pouting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Day in and day out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Use your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Think about why you are made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And why you are living in this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Instead of making your life a total waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;There was an old saying which goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Empty vessels make the most noises".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I know what that means when I sit in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And see those fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Screaming and shouting at the top of their voices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Everytime those people bark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish there was something in my hands: Glue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Those people go around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sticking their middle fingers in the air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shouting "Fuck you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wonder what else parents nowadays are doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Because in the olden days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seeing that is really rare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And to those haters or people who wants to back stab me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;All I have to say is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;Know your role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;Or I will swing my leg hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;And aim it at your little "pole"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-5223450640376707992?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/5223450640376707992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=5223450640376707992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5223450640376707992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5223450640376707992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/11/prom-night.html' title='Prom night'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOVlk--Oe1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/8Ky1YNyZkqA/s72-c/Mrs%2BWoo%2B%2526%2Bme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-3599056804329577060</id><published>2010-11-16T16:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T18:19:06.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bro - Teddy's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOJZbfrUqXI/AAAAAAAAADU/klVt0H0QN0o/s1600/Indo%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOJZbfrUqXI/AAAAAAAAADU/klVt0H0QN0o/s320/Indo%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540088820513679730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOJZbR4vgEI/AAAAAAAAADM/Jol8vwdsYh0/s1600/Indo%2B3.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/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOJZbR4vgEI/AAAAAAAAADM/Jol8vwdsYh0/s320/Indo%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540088816811868226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOJZao4Eg7I/AAAAAAAAADE/Jz0r6BfjRgY/s1600/Indo%2B2.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/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOJZao4Eg7I/AAAAAAAAADE/Jz0r6BfjRgY/s320/Indo%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540088805803197362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOJZR8FZ1XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/au_xgHYHxPo/s1600/Indo.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/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOJZR8FZ1XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/au_xgHYHxPo/s320/Indo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540088656340571506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Teddy's birthday. Went out with Robert earlier to get Ted's favourite strawberry cake. And bought some macaroons! Then went to play pool at Cineleisure! My skills aren't rusty at all. Headed to Marché to eat after that.. Had half a roast chicken and mash potato.. Then went over to Teddy's place and had cake.. Spent time outside United Square till about 11.30pm. They drank beer. I stick to my Straight Edge Lifestyle. No drugs, no alcohol and no cigarettes! Reached home at bout 12am.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For all you wrestlings fans, here is something for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8mKKe5o-hrI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8mKKe5o-hrI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-3599056804329577060?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/3599056804329577060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=3599056804329577060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3599056804329577060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3599056804329577060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/11/bro-teddys-birthday.html' title='Bro - Teddy&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TOJZbfrUqXI/AAAAAAAAADU/klVt0H0QN0o/s72-c/Indo%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-4530340265511515626</id><published>2010-11-14T15:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T01:39:07.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New post!</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged for like a month? Wait. It is more than that.. Haha..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So let's see. I'm done with O levels! Finally! Pretty nervous when I stepped into the examination hall. Felt butterflies in my stomach. Hmmm. Tried my best and there is no point regretting! Just anticipating for good results next year! That would be a good birthday present for myself! English was alright but not very confident of getting an A. Maths was manageable. Oh. Did I mention Physics practical was seriously screwed up?! I took like 30 minutes to understand the bloody question! Didn't have time for biology practical. Argh.. Physics written paper was ok. Geography is er... Haha! I think I am dead for Combined Humanities. POA was surprisingly more on the easier side. I'm going to do Mrs Lai, Mdm Leow and Ms Yuen proud! Biology was complicated. Hopefully I can get a pass for Biology. SSS (Screw Social Studies). Haha. F&amp;amp;N was rather complicated. Wrote rubbish for the vitamins and baking section. Argh. There goes my A1.. MCQ for Science was on Friday! Last paper! Haha. Physics section was more on the theory side. Biology is the same old thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Let's see. Friday, went out with my Indo brothers Jefry, Teddy and Robert and his girl. Haha.  Bought clothes then had dinner then watched movie "Red". All of you reading this, let me tell you something! The movie is seriously great! 1 hour and 5o minutes well spent! Full of action and comedy. Trust me. You'll laugh a lot! I'd give the movie 4.5 stars outta 5. Reached home at bout midnight. Haha. No one said anything. Thats a good thing! Helped mum do washing and cleaning since she is sick and sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was a seriously boring day. Woke up late. Got lunch. Cleaned the house, do more washing, hanging clothes and bed sheets and blah blah blah.. Freaking tired you know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today! Sunday! Much better day. Woke up early. Helped Mummy cos she is seriously sick. Hope she gets better. Boiled barley water and made some porridge. Bought lunch from the hawker centre and saw fruit juice stall girl! 1 year 1 month and 10 days since I last bought banana milkshake. Sigh. Seems so damn difficult to get just a glass of banana milkshake! ARGH! She is still so cute and pretty and sweet. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway. I miss "Chubby Cheeks". Dont know why I received that message in the first place. What wrong did I make? I can forget bout that and wish to revert back to the old days before July 6. Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh. Must blog bout wrestling. Let's start from WWE Hell In A Cell. It was a seriously good match between Randy Orton and Sheamus. They should really stop the John Cena in Nexus storyline. It is extremely boring. Firstly, John Cena is over-rated. He can't wrestle. He is all muscles but no techniques or style. No new moves just the same shoulder knocks, the extremely fake 5-knuckle shuffle. Wade Barrett is not well-liked but he has good microphone skills and confidence. All he needs is time to improve on his in-ring abilities. In Nexus, only Justin Gabriel has the in-ring talent. The rest are just a waste of roster space. Seriously. TNA and ROH has a better roster. I mean true talents are currently injured or taking time off. Chris Jericho, Triple H, Undertaker, CM Punk, Evan Bourne and Christian. Big names are no longer wrestling in the company. People like the 3 Bs (Batista, Brock Lesnar an Bobby Lashley), Shawn Michaels, William Regal, Kurt Angle, Mickie James, Shelton Benjamin and the two greatest of all time The Rock and Stone Cold! Come on. WWE should write better storylines  instead of giving the spotlight to John Cena only. And they shouldn't have broken up The Hart Dynasty! Rikishi's twin sons should be the next tag-team champions and not Nexus. And, they should quickly bring up The Los Aviadores (Hunico and Epico) from their development territory FCW. And Seth Rollins or better known as Tyler Black. Thats how they should boost their ratings. Daniel Bryan and Kaval should get better pushes. And it is a good thing they hired Husky Harris and Michael McGuilicuty! I kind of pity William Regal. Great wrestling ability and great microphone skills. And he was not even listed in the top 10 talkers of all time. The over-rated superstar John Cena got that spot. Oh! Did I mention Goldust replied my tweet?! I told him that I idolised him since 3. Then he told me,"Thank you my young fan!" WWE should really look back at their roster from year 2000 to 2004. Women's division has Lita and Trish Stratus! Then they were able to come out with great storylines like for example "The Invasion". Survivor Series traditional match had the greatest wrestlers! Rock, Jericho, Kane, Undertaker and Big Show vs Stone Cold, Kurt Angle, RVD, Booker T. See! But now they have amazing wrestlers like CM Punk, Daniel Bryan, Hart Dynasty, Evan Bourne, Goldust, Husky Harris, The Usos, John Morrison, Justin Gabriel, Michael McGuilicuty, Randy Orton, Sheamus, Ted DiBiase, Triple H, Yoshi Tatsu, Alberto Del Rio, Big Show, Chavo Guerrero, Christian, Cody Rhodes, Drew McIntyre, Dolph Ziggler, Edge, Jack Swagger, Kofi Kingston and Rey Mysterio. Shouldn't limit their abilities!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Enough bout WWE. Let's talk bout TNA. Haha! Just fire over-rated Hulk Hogan and Eric Bischoff.. Jeff Hardy's new world heavyweight title is alright. Change the freaking strap otherwise people might mistake that you are holding a damn Divas's championship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bottomline is, I still love wrestling! For those who hate it, you're missing the good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hmmm. Few lines bout UFC! Brock Lesnar lost to Cain Valesquez! haha! Loads say Brock Lesnar can never beat Mexicans! First, lost to Eddie Guerrero. Now him. That'll make him humble. I'm going to train like Cain Valesquez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To finish this paragraph off, I'm going to say that Canadians, Samoans and Mexicans are the best wrestlers!&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/8870150595457245817-4530340265511515626?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/4530340265511515626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=4530340265511515626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4530340265511515626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4530340265511515626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-post.html' title='New post!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-5816174969241862670</id><published>2010-10-01T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:21:10.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelim results and other random things..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ah!! Preliminary results are not as expected. Some results that I expected to be good was not as good. Some results that I expected to be not very good turned out quite well. Got our English papers back on Monday. So happy I was top for composition. You know why am I shocked? Because I wrote like 220 words and thought it was irrelevant. Seriously. Ms Wylde praised me for my work and handwriting. People should seriously stop stereotyping. I mean, who said only girls write neatly? Can't boys write neatly too? It is just like wrestling. Women can wrestle just as good as the men. That is why there is a Women's Champion. Oh. Please do not take it that I am bragging. I am just happy for myself since no one shares my joy. Hope I will do equally good during O levels or even better! For situational writing, I scored a 16. Seriously disappointing. I mean, my English teacher told the class not to compare but rather elaborate and convince the readers about the stance made. So I did that and I scored 16/30. Never mind. Maths was good! Scored 4th in class for paper 2! Erm. For Combined Science, I was really happy with my Physics results! Mr Cheng taught us well that's why! Erm, Biology? Haha. Just passed. Principles Of Accounts? Just passed. Combined Humanities? F9. Haha!! Seriously lousy right? Stupid question. Oh. Failed F&amp;amp;N too but Ms Zaihana encouraged me to do better! See! I have nice teachers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now, I am going to be hardworking till the end of O level exams. Stayed back in school to do some practice for different subjects with brother Junior. Sigh. Very tiring. But last year! Got to struggle and make it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh. Let's talk bout something interesting! Wrestling! Haha. May not be interesting for you but interesting for me! WWE should really change their storyline. It is getting dry. Even since they started the PG era, not many things are interesting. All the time you put John Cena, someone who can't wrestle but has the strength, in main event matches. Seriously boring. Attitude Era is still the best! You've got people like Stone Cold Steve Austin or The Rock to cheer you up everytime they crack a joke on TV. You've got people like Shawn Michaels and Triple H to help you define the meaning of wrestling. You've got hardcore legends like ECW originals such as Tommy Dreamer, Mick Foley, Rhyno, RVD, Sandman and Sabu. But the only reason I continue to watch is because of my idol from young, Goldust! Seems weird that I like "The Bizarre One" but if you watch him closely, he is one of the best that has never received a push for the World Heavyweight Title in companies. Randy Orton is finally back in the spotlight which is good. Undertaker and Kane will continue to excite the Smackdown crowd. Edge will do that too! Chris Jericho is gone and now Raw is going to be boring.  And I don't understand why must the retire the prestigious  Women's Championship. Sigh. Very disappointing. I'd rather watch their rival company called TNA. Though the stage and arena is not as grand, there are superstars that are exciting to watch such as AJ Styles, Amazing Red, Kurt Angle, Mr Anderson and Suicide. There are also stables such as MotorCityMachineGuns and GenerationMe and Team3D which will hype the crowd up! Anyway, at Bound For Glory (TNA's PPV), the three competitors are former WWE superstars. Cool huh? Haha. Nice date to compete too! 10.10.10! Hell In A Cell is on the 3rd this month! Something random. Jeff Hardy is gaining a lot of weight. People are starting to label the Hardy Boyz "Fat Hardys". Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I doubt I will be updating my blog much till maybe the end of my exams. So good luck everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&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/8870150595457245817-5816174969241862670?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/5816174969241862670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=5816174969241862670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5816174969241862670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5816174969241862670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/10/prelim-results-and-other-random-things.html' title='Prelim results and other random things..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-3573692977954217834</id><published>2010-09-20T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:54:46.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of life reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hmmm. Tomorrow is the last day of Prelims. But I dont intend to rest. I want to study even harder. Harder than before! Last lap! No more pit-stops! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh. Lemme say a little bout wrestling first. Hehe. Didnt blog or talk much bout wrestling these days. Well, got the Night of Champions' Pay-Per-View results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Michelle McCool defeated Melina to unify the Women's and Divas' Championship. Better not retire the Women's title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Big Show defeated CM Punk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Drew McIntyre &amp;amp; Cody Rhodes defeated The Hart Dynasty to become the new Tag Team Champions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dolph Ziggler defeated Kofi Kingston and retained his Intercontinental Championship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Daniel Bryan defeated The Miz to become the new United States Champion! Now they can focus on how Miz should cash in his Money In The Bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kane defeated The Undertaker. Now they are going to have a match at Hell In A Cell PPV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;OH! RANDY ORTON WINS THE 6-PACK CHALLENGE! 7-TIME CHAMPION! At Hell In A Cell PPV, Randy Orton will face Sheamus for the WWE title... Ok! I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;After watching Bread, Love and Dreams, I've reflected a lot on my life. I've learnt that we have to continue living. Smile while living in order to be happy. Let go of the past. Forgive and forget. But for me, I only forgive. I wont forget. Carrying the bag of hatred and misery gets you nowhere. You will feel tired in the end. If you want people to live in misery, misery itself will find you instead. If you want to rob someone of their happiness, you will lose double of what you rob. For all you know, you might lose everything. Sometimes, things come to you unexpectedly. And if you believe in yourself, only you will be able to overcome that obstacle. People come and go. But family sticks together with you. No one can break the family bonds but you have to strengthen it yourself. People are priceless so treasure them while you can. Sacrifice but to gain good benefit. Make sure it does not hurt anyone in the process. And when you change for the better, do not even think about reverting back to your past. Believe that you are a changed person. Thank those that have helped you along the way in life. Be grateful. Always be filial to your parents because they brought you into this world. Today might not be as what you wanted. Today might be bad for you. But that is not the end of life is it? There will always be a better tomorrow. Most importantly, live life as it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well, I will change for the better. I will get the results I want. And now, Grandma supports me in doing whatever I want to after my O levels. I promised her to do well in my O levels now and do better after that. Hmmm. Now, I must have no distractions! The girl I like dont seem to care bout me. I will do the same. Like I said, I will treasure those who are important in my life. Tomorrow will be a better day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-3573692977954217834?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/3573692977954217834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=3573692977954217834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3573692977954217834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3573692977954217834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/09/lots-of-life-reflections.html' title='Lots of life reflections'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-6440230104906893472</id><published>2010-09-16T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:35:27.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelims and more</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey Hey people! I'm bored. Updating this dead blog is so freaking tiring. Seriously. Prelims were alright so far but very tiring. Burning midnight oil is the worst thing to do. Sigh. Secondary 4 life. After Prelims I will blog more. Oh. And after O levels, I will go out with my camp amigos! Go out with Audrey, Hakim, Nazirah and more. haha. Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-6440230104906893472?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/6440230104906893472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=6440230104906893472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6440230104906893472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6440230104906893472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/09/prelims-and-more.html' title='Prelims and more'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-636649299411973744</id><published>2010-09-05T01:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T02:10:41.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let nature take its own course</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes, people try to change the world for the better, but failed. Sometimes, people wish for something to improve their lives, but it never came true. But to me, the first thing that people should do in order to change the world for the better or improve their lives is to change themselves. That is how I see things now. You dont have to expect the unexpected. Just be prepared whatever life throws at you and think of how to overcome the challenges. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What I must do now is to focus on my studies. Get good grades for O levels so that in the future, I will have a good career of my choosing and not regret studying. I want to be a chef! I dont care what others think bout this dream of mine. Well, I want to fulfill my own dream by myself. Then when I grow up, I want to own a restaurant, a pub and a bakery (since Nicky loves baking). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I dont want to love anything else. I wont even focus on a girl because my heart is played like a toy before. So yeah. I think that it is better if I just look at someone I like from afar. That way, my heart will not be crushed, broken or whatever you call it. I am taking life in a positive manner now. Friends? They are not going to be there forever. However, family will stick with you like the blood in your arteries.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-636649299411973744?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/636649299411973744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=636649299411973744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/636649299411973744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/636649299411973744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-nature-take-its-own-course.html' title='Let nature take its own course'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-8010629129155590439</id><published>2010-08-31T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:51:57.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Teachers' Day celebration today.. Went to school early.. Then the uncle at the coffee shop asked me why I didnt use school uniform. So of course I answered in Mandarin saying it is teachers' day so half day only. And he was like,"Oh". Then the other guy selling the rice and food just looked at me. Surprised I can speak in Mandarin? I'll show you my heritage. Bloody fella talked to me in Malay when you cant even speak proper Malay. Please dont embarrass yourself. Seriously. Then went to school.. Messaged the teachers early.. Haha. Then during morning assembly, Ms Liu saw me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ms Liu : "Marcus! I received your message!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me: "Then why didnt reply me? So sad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ms Liu: "Haha! 6am I was still sleeping you know. But thank you!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Haha.. Ms Liu very cute right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Teachers' day celebration was a little bit boring. Ms Cher came back! But for a short while only.. Sigh.. Took a picture.. Waiting for her to upload then I'll put in on my blog.. After school, we did a little party for Mr Cheng and Ms Cher. Before Ms Cher left, gave her a big hug! Hope she'll be back soon.. After that, went back to my primary school. Reached there at like 11.. Oh! First teacher that saw me was Mr Tay. Taught me maths in P3 and music in P4. Cool huh? He can remember me! He said,"Ah. Marcus. I remember you! You always finish your homework before time!" See! Good boy right? Then Mdm Chia didnt recognise me! Sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mdm Chia : "Eh? Who are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me : "Marcus! You taught me Chinese in P1 and P2! Graduated in 2006."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mdm Chia : "Oh! Ms Hamidah's class right? Wow. You look so different now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Haha. Then came my primary school friends.. Nopphiphat and Godfrey.. Went to the basketball court and I touched the board without even having to tip toe. Haha. Can easily slam dunk there. Then Ms Hamidah came down. She only recognised me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ms Hamidah : "You look so different now! Much taller and skinnier. Have the good boy look. Haha. When you were in this school, you were the most well-behaved. Then you changed in sec 1 and 2. Sec 3 I didnt get to meet you so I cant say. Now, you are all grown up. Mature and a good boy once again!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So happy to hear that. She asked about my Chinese O levels result and when I said I got a C5, she said,"Haha. You didnt like Chinese from before but it is a good thing you can pass!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then Ms Yeo came. She was so busy but she always had time for me! Nice teacher right? Of course. Taught me Social Studies and Science in P4! My memory never fails me! But didnt want to disturb her.. So she went for her meeting. After a while, left the school. The young teachers are still pretty. Those that got married gained weight. Haha. My bad. Thats just what I think. Ms Yeo also promised that we can go out once I finished my O level exams. Wheee! Go out with pretty teachers. Speaking bout pretty teachers, Ms Lia, the PE teacher in our school is really really pretty! Whee! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh! Last thing to talk about for this extremely long post, the dream that I had a few days back. Cant really remember what exactly did I dream of. I was in a restaurant. It was mine. The place was decorated with so many things. Black walls. Countless chandeliers hanging on the ceiling. Leather chairs with glass tables. And one part of the restaurant is like a pub. Nicky was sitting there asking my bartender for another glass of alcohol. Pulled Nicky another side before Mum gets there. Then wrestlers like The Rock and Batista came in to my restaurant and said Hi. Haha. Weird dream right?&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/8870150595457245817-8010629129155590439?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/8010629129155590439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=8010629129155590439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8010629129155590439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8010629129155590439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/08/teachers-day.html' title='Teachers&apos; Day'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-3019335176543897007</id><published>2010-08-29T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:39:58.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Back to blogging!! Miss me? I know you do! Haha.. Ego here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hmmm.. Let's see.. I am missing two teachers that left the school on Friday; Mdm Leow and Miss Cher.. Sigh.. Why must they leave at this time? Seriously. My POA is improving cos Mdm Leow is the best POA teacher you can ever find! Such a dedicated teacher! I mean come on! She spent the last few months knocking POA stuff into my brain, making me interested in POA when I even thought of dropping that subject last year. Now, what am I getting? More than just a pass! And you know who else played a part in making me interested in POA? Miss Cher! Loads of encouragement from her.. One of the most caring teachers you can ever find! Well, I wrote both of them a poem. Different ones of course.. Dont know if they like it or not. Different poems..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I miss Daddy. &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/8870150595457245817-3019335176543897007?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/3019335176543897007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=3019335176543897007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3019335176543897007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3019335176543897007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/08/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-5643542229857126822</id><published>2010-08-21T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T23:59:25.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TG_1KW66DVI/AAAAAAAAACs/gp3ELsONSN0/s1600/Shawn+Michaels+2.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/_gfeSDTeFthA/TG_1KW66DVI/AAAAAAAAACs/gp3ELsONSN0/s320/Shawn+Michaels+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507890427597557074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been pretty much worn out by school work and tuition. Don't know what to write here. Just felt like updating. I miss Shawn Michaels! He should come back! I also miss Dad. I can remember that time when I was wrestling with him. Just for fun. Obviously he won. Haha. I was a kid! What did you expect? I miss watching wrestling with him too. Watching Stone Cold, The Rock or my favourite at that time Goldust was the best time I spent with him. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-5643542229857126822?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/5643542229857126822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=5643542229857126822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5643542229857126822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5643542229857126822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/08/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TG_1KW66DVI/AAAAAAAAACs/gp3ELsONSN0/s72-c/Shawn+Michaels+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-2383609417665290113</id><published>2010-08-17T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T19:21:43.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's birthday and more..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Hmmm.. On the 15th (Sunday), went out with Aunt Alleena and Uncle Stanley. They gave grandma a treat for a birthday in advance. Got really pissed off when Uncle Stanley asked what I would like to do after graduating from secondary school. When I told him I wanted to be a chef, he laughed and told me no future. Felt like pointing my middle finger but I promised to change. Then went for dinner at Crystal Jade there. Not bad the food. When I grow up, I'm going to cook better than everything in the world. I dont intend to be just a chef. I want to be a highly skilled world-class chef. Went back home after that, extremely tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Yesterday was Grandma's birthday! Wont state her age here but may she live long! I want her to see that her grandson can achieve what he wants! If I become I wrestler, I'm dead. HAHA! Mummy said she would disown me. Doubt that will happen. When you become famous, everyone becomes plastic. They would love you not for who you are but for what you are. Nah. Dont care much anyway. Oh yeah. Back to the day. Went to Seoul Garden for dinner. Dont mind spending (Nicky has a share too) for Grandma as long as she is happy. Oh yeah. Forgot bout one important thing. I screwed my English O level Oral Exam. _l_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Anyway, school today was ultimate boredom. What sucks more is that after school, I wanted to take a walk back home from Novena. Less than 5 minutes after I started walking back home, there was a heavy downpour! I was like ****! Got drenched in the rain! Totally soaked from head to toe! When I reached home, the rain stopped! I was like **** x2! Haha. Think I am going to get sick. Been feeling hot and cold for quite a while now.. Dont want to tell mummy cos I highly doubt she will believe me. Cya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-2383609417665290113?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/2383609417665290113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=2383609417665290113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2383609417665290113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2383609417665290113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/08/grandmas-birthday-and-more.html' title='Grandma&apos;s birthday and more..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-5432733813071290359</id><published>2010-08-14T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T19:01:02.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo hoo. Didnt update for so long</title><content type='html'>Lots of things happened these past few days.. Well, let's see.. Lots of tests.. Lots of fights with people.. And lots of sickness for me. Had bad flu for like 5 days, stomach ache till I had the runs and constantly feeling giddy. Lack of glucose in my body I guess.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I've decided to change to be a better person. Every now and then, I'd reflect on myself, thinking whether I have been either a good boy or a bad boy. And, it is the former. Kidding. The latter I mean. The Korean show "Bread, Love and Drama" has taught me a lot bout life. "In order to be a good person, you have to throw away all the hate and grudges in you". Thats what I intend to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-5432733813071290359?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/5432733813071290359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=5432733813071290359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5432733813071290359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5432733813071290359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/08/whoo-hoo-didnt-update-for-so-long.html' title='Whoo hoo. Didnt update for so long'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-6125523116937069484</id><published>2010-07-28T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:58:30.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just felt like blogging suddenly..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hmmm.. All of a sudden, I started to look back about my life so far.. Many quotes started running through my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Regrets are results of bad decisions"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Life is like the sea that will always have strong current and calm waters".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Those are my quotes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Feeling extremely worn out these few days.. Stayed back for Biology remedial on Monday. Came back late yesterday cos I stayed back to revise with Mdm Leow.. She is so patient even with a blockhead student like me.. Oh! And she gave me that corn rice cracker.. Very nice of her right? Thought about lots of things yesterday and made a target list for my O level results!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;English : A1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Chinese : (Erm.. Pass? C6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;)Mathematics : B3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Combined Humanities : B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Combined Science : B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Principles of Accounts : B3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Food and Nutrition : A1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, I dont know what course should I enroll in Polytechnic but I feel like I want to take Culinary Arts. Cooking is something I love doing since young. Well, I guess none of my family members know that or understand me. Grandma keeps telling me that by doing that, I wont make it far in life. Mummy keeps telling me that it is very tiring to do cooking. Well, I agree. But why are you all like refraining me from doing what I want? You want a reason to why I am passionate about cooking? The main reason is that because I feel thankful that I am able to eat good food every single day. One thing that makes me more determined to be a world-class chef in the future is bad food. You want to know why? Because I want to improve on those dishes or create my own. I want everyone to know that they deserve to enjoy and taste good food like I do. Never mind. For now, all I have to do is to achieve my targets and be happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today was not really a good day. Just dont feel myself.. Dont know why.. Stayed back after school for the POA re-test.. Then stayed back for POA remedial.. Dont mind actually.. Mdm Leow made me do a question about partnership.. I can manage the question but just need a little reference to notes.. Came back home.. Bathe. Chat. Homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh! Wrestling! Almost forgot about it.. Cant wait for the 8th of August! Hardcore Justice! Return of the ECW originals! Whoo! And the week after that.. It is the biggest event of the summer. WWE presents - Summerslam! Haha.. I think I can be host.. Oh.. Eli Cottonwood is out of NXT. I want Kaval to win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ok. Last thing. I think I have an obsession about Korean music now.. HuH (Hit YoUr Heart) by 4minute is my favourite! Then comes Abracadabra by Brown Eyed Girls.. I think Ji Hyun from 4minute is very pretty.. Whoo! And Ga In from Brown Eyed Girls too! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TFA1yPcw8yI/AAAAAAAAACc/M55dsonP5f8/s1600/4Minute+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TFA1yPcw8yI/AAAAAAAAACc/M55dsonP5f8/s320/4Minute+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498954282276287266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second from left is Ji Hyun.. Pretty right? My future girlfriend.. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-6125523116937069484?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/6125523116937069484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=6125523116937069484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6125523116937069484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6125523116937069484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-felt-like-blogging-suddenly.html' title='Just felt like blogging suddenly..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/TFA1yPcw8yI/AAAAAAAAACc/M55dsonP5f8/s72-c/4Minute+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-5460188524230280963</id><published>2010-07-21T16:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:37:23.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm.. More bullshit I guess?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;Saturday -&gt; I received a letter.. Not love letter.. It is a letter I wish I didnt get so early.. A letter telling me I'm 16 and a half years old.. A letter telling me I am eligible for... NS! Grr.. Never mind bout that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Monday.. After school, went to buy some twisted potatoes with Nicky. Then bought some kueh tu tu.. Some aunty said I cut her queue when I was standing there much much earlier than her. Bitch tryin so hard to act young by dying her hair. For goodness sake! Look at yourself in the mirror will ya fella! And! People keep talking behind my back saying I am a Chinese who doesn't know how to speak Mandarin. I speak better than that bloody aunty! That old fag cant even speak mandarin when I can! And she is trying to hard to be someone who speaks fluent English.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Tuesday.. Did Listening Comprehension O levels for Chinese! Last paper! But not confident.. Hmmm.. I did try my very best.. I want to do Mrs Woo proud! I want her to know she can turn and F9 student to a student who passes Chinese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Wednesday.. Nothin much happened.. Just grossed out when I saw facebook.. Someone I detest to the core changed her profile picture to the one I regret taking.. Anyway, I want to erase her outta my mind.. From now on, if I like a girl, I must know her very well first then we'll see bout that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thursday, nothing but study.. Frigging tired! Stayed back for Social Studies remedial then went home at about 4.30..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Friday.. School was alright.. Had the racial harmony assembly.. Hmmm.. I think Ms Ang and Ms Liu are cute.. Ms Chen is pretty.. Haha.. I am so so random.. After school, went for POA consultation.. Mdm Leow is the best teacher!! She goes thru the topics like so patiently, trying to make me, the blockhead, understand the concepts of accounting.. Plus, she bought me juice.. So nice right? Haha.. Be jealous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8870150595457245817-5460188524230280963?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/5460188524230280963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=5460188524230280963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5460188524230280963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5460188524230280963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/07/hmmm-more-bullshit-i-guess.html' title='Hmmm.. More bullshit I guess?'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-5746136544399760533</id><published>2010-07-09T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:16:20.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of things on my mind</title><content type='html'>Well, Life is full of up and downs right? I don't see my life going up anywhere.. School work is chaotic.. Plenty but not complaining.. Tuition on Saturdays and Sundays.. So that means that I don't have any breaks.. Oh yeah.. Played basketball on Wednesday for the inter-class competition.. Don't feel like playing again because I'm not credited for anything that I do. I played defense and none give a shit. I scored and the same thing. Now, you want an asshole in the team? Is that fair? Think about it.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, love life sucks.. Just want to concentrate on O levels.. If the right girl comes by, then I'll decide..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese Oral exam was screwed up.. I didnt even know what to answer.. Shit.. So flunking Chinese..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-5746136544399760533?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/5746136544399760533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=5746136544399760533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5746136544399760533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5746136544399760533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/07/lots-of-things-on-my-mind.html' title='Lots of things on my mind'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-3960600544645153276</id><published>2010-06-23T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T00:40:06.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays coming to an end..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grr.. Holidays are over in an instant! Homework is never meant to be completed! Haha.. But I tried my best.. Well, almost everyday I'm going for tuition.. It is tiring enough.. Cant really remember much bout holidays.. I did homework, went out for movie with the girl I like to watch Karate Kid and go back to school for some remedial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Went out with her.. Watch Karate Kid.. So much fun! Spending time with her makes me feel like I'm on top of the world! We can chat.. Well, at least I'm not that shy compared to last time.. Had a meal.. Sent her home.. Not all the way.. Haha.. I meant to the MRT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Friday, went out to go catch prawns! Was fun.. Caught a lot of prawns then grilled it! Haha.. All of us (Me, Nicky, Tracy, Yvonne, Deborah, Bharti and Brandon) were hungry after that.. No one dared to touched the prawns when it is alive except for me and Brandon. Haha.. We caught one that is extremely big.. More than 30cm long. The biggest there! Everyone there was staring at us.. After that, we got our reward by eating.. Tasty.. But have the very strong prawn smell.. That was it for the day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes, I want&lt;/span&gt; to be a wrestler cos I've always dream of being one. Well, I dont mind being signed to either TNA or WWE cos both are awesome! If I end up in WWE, I want to become the WWE Champion or World Heavyweight Champion! Then, I want to headline Wrestlemania! Then I want to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;end &lt;/span&gt;The Undertaker's winning streak! Hmmm.. Only then will I feel &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my life&lt;/span&gt; is completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote a poem for the girl I like.. Just thought of that day I went out with her and BAM! Another poem done.. Want to read it, ok. Dont want? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've got two words for ya! Fuck off! (Modify DX's line)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'll always remember the day we spent time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;How I wish that moment was forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But I know we have to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I feel like I want to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Everytime I say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Once I reached home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I feel so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Been thinking about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Been missing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And I hope you do too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wish your fingers could be locked with mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Every day, every night, everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Whatever it is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I promise you that I will treat you the best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Making sure that you feel like a princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-3960600544645153276?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/3960600544645153276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=3960600544645153276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3960600544645153276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3960600544645153276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/06/holidays-coming-to-end.html' title='Holidays coming to an end..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-3907341926813209620</id><published>2010-06-11T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:59:57.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Maths and more Maths</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The future WWE Champion is back to update the blog! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Been going for tuition practically like everyday.. Maths.. Grrr.. The students there are so stuck up. Think it is a big deal just because they come from a well-known school. So what? Your attitude and character sucks! Seriously dont understand trigonometry. Circles is alright. And I'm beginning to sound like a nerd. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh yeah! WWE NXT season 2 rocks! So far, all are quite nice.. Oh yeah! Titus O'Neil replied me on twitter!! Erm Zack "Attack" Ryder's rookie.. Freaking muscular and can knock someone who is bigger than him off his giant feet. Imagine that power. I wanna go into wrestling!!! You people reading must be like "yeah right. As if that'll happen. You have a long way to go if you want to make it there". Speaking bout sports, World Cup is here and I cant be bothered cos I'm not a big soccer fan. Haha. Then tuition teacher asked if I watch football and I said no. He said,"What kind of a guy are you? So weird." Haha. Then I told him, what so fun bout watching 22 guys kicking 1 stupid ball all around the field trying to score and when you dont have the ball, you chase it and when you have it, you try to score. -.- Haha. But he agreed with that statement. AND! He likes WWE's Royal Rumble!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is like a game. A stupid mistake and it is GAME OVER! But hearts cannot be played like games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-3907341926813209620?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/3907341926813209620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=3907341926813209620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3907341926813209620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3907341926813209620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/06/maths-maths-and-more-maths.html' title='Maths Maths and more Maths'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-8862311198344329184</id><published>2010-06-05T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:56:59.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's best not to be too curious. It kills!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's see.. I woke up at around 11 today. Had lunch then went for tuition. 3 hours of Maths.. Seeing nothing but numbers and more numbers.. Plus, minus, divide and multiply and what not.. Sigh. If only I could choose what to plus, minus, divide and multiply in my life.. If I could, I would plus more happiness &amp;amp;minus all the bullshit, hatred and unhappiness. Went home after tuition, rest for a while. Freaking tired. The teacher was good, very patience in teaching especially when maths is such a boring and dry topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes out of curiousity, I do the stupidest things. Then I wish I did not even hear what you say. Since you feel your brother is so irritating, then fine. Do what you want. I'm not perfect but I try to be the best brother, son, grandson or whatever. Up to you how you think of me anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-8862311198344329184?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/8862311198344329184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=8862311198344329184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8862311198344329184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8862311198344329184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-best-not-to-be-too-curious-it-kills.html' title='It&apos;s best not to be too curious. It kills!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-1296067954638471717</id><published>2010-05-30T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T01:04:15.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results and more..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hmmm. Got back results for every subject.. Shitty.. Dont ask.. I feel sad enough but yet, Grandma made the devil in me angrier. I mean like seriously. I know I am not smart and all but instead of encouraging me, your remarks demoralised me. I dont even feel like studying anymore.. Seriously..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hmmm.. Been thinking bout her for quite sometime already.. Hmmm.. Dont know if she feels the same.. Wrote a few poems for her.. Dont know whether to post here or not.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And! To that R*m*, though you are not readin this, let me tell you something. The chance is over. You can forget bout reconciling with me. You used to be a rose but now, you are the thorn. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-1296067954638471717?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/1296067954638471717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=1296067954638471717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1296067954638471717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1296067954638471717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/05/results-and-more.html' title='Results and more..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-2101090577607847174</id><published>2010-05-19T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:24:52.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams and shit after that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I gotta tell ya fellas, exams are killing me. (I sound like Sheamus!) But seriously.. Exams were hell difficult. Day in day out was nothing but study study study. Extremely tiring.. Luckily for me, I had my batteries.. Friday last week was F&amp;amp;N practical. I screwed up the baking. One reason I hate baking is because it is so time consuming and I am not patient at all. Then was down with flu.. Saturday I was burning till 38.6. Sunday, went to the doctor, told me I have a throat infection, respiratory infection that is caused by a strong virus which name is extremely long. Felt much better after a few hours.. Then had practical on Monday. Dont even know what the question is asking cos I still felt dizzy but my mum didnt believe me and insisted I went to school.. Fine whatever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Went out with my brothers to play pool and watch movie "The Last Song". Not bad. But it would be better if I am watching with the girl I like. Hmmm.. One part of the movie where one of the character said something that made me reflect on myself.. That was deep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Today, school was hell boring. Whole day was Chinese intensive programme.. After school, went home then Godpa came. He made sweet potato dessert. DELICIOUS! Better than those outside. Then went for dinner, talked and talked till bout 10. Godpa remembers lots of stuff bout Dad. And he even mention that I can tell him the names of all the wrestlers when I was 3! I cannot even remember that! And grandma started her long lecture.. I mean is watching wrestling a crime? Even Godpa supports me! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hope when I get my results tomorrow, it'll be at least up to my expectations! Peace out amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-2101090577607847174?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/2101090577607847174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=2101090577607847174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2101090577607847174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2101090577607847174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/05/exams-and-shit-after-that.html' title='Exams and shit after that'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-7853353209068742227</id><published>2010-05-02T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:08:01.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just something to write about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hmmm.. Went out to play pool for 4 hours yesterday with my Indo friends.. Had dinner at Thai Express.. Came back at around 11? haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today started off with Maths tuition.. Then had lunch.. Continue watching Viva La Raza! Eddie G rocks! I'm Latino Heat! Then sleep.. Hell tired.. Only time I can rest is Saturday or Sunday.. Went for dinner at Kenny Rogers.. Not bad.. I purposely force myself to eat cos I want to gain weight! Dont know why the hell people want to lose weight.. I wanna gain weight for one reason, to grow muscles! Girls are attracted to guys with enormous muscles right? Oh yeah.. Realise there are lots of girls who look pretty from the back. But when you see their face, it is like -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I mean come on. Not all guys go for looks only. Like me! And I see no point waiting for someone that doesnt reciprocate my love. I'd rather love someone who loves me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok.. Im gonna post one of my poems last month.. Like it? Thank you. Hate it? I dont care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I want you to know that everytime I look at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;My day would be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;How I wish that you were my lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cos you are everything that I needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;All I want is for you to stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And please dont ever think about going away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;You are the one and only girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;That I long to be with forever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;You are the one and only girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;That I never ever want to let go off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I want you to be my only lover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I want for us to be together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;From now until forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-7853353209068742227?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/7853353209068742227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=7853353209068742227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7853353209068742227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7853353209068742227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-something-to-write-about.html' title='Just something to write about'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-672303936034103359</id><published>2010-04-29T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:46:45.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How I wish I could turn back time and spend more time with Dad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/S9hljbSAmlI/AAAAAAAAACU/TkdZlx7Qggw/s1600/13032010312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465229807107218002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/S9hljbSAmlI/AAAAAAAAACU/TkdZlx7Qggw/s320/13032010312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;What to do? Exams are comin up and I am so so so tired.. Daily homework is stressing me.. Targetting at least 3 A1s for O levels and below 15 points.. Sigh.. Gotta work hard.. Oh ya.. Godpa came over on Tuesday.. Havent met him for like 10 years? Still smoke so much. Sigh.. Dont understand why people pay others to kill themselves.. He could remember so much bout Dad.. Kinda nice to know that some of Dad's friends are awesome and grateful.. Godpa said my eyes resemble Dad but I always smile unlike Dad. Haha! Chat lots of stuff with him. Made me miss Dad.. That is good though. Keeps my mind thinking bout the person who is half of me.. Hmmm.. Oh yeah.. I wrote a lame poem.. Not all the time I write love poems!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder with the kind of girl I pick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And example would be R**A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Because when I look back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It makes me so sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Like I am suffering from diarrhoea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Haha.. Poems can express how I feel huh..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8870150595457245817-672303936034103359?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/672303936034103359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=672303936034103359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/672303936034103359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/672303936034103359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/04/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/S9hljbSAmlI/AAAAAAAAACU/TkdZlx7Qggw/s72-c/13032010312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-3582854042571362435</id><published>2010-04-27T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:08:02.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor, no es amor...</title><content type='html'>Today was nice.. Started the day in school with F&amp;amp;N.. Then had PE. Played floorball.. Freaking tired but fun! Ms Lia played too.. Pretty lady! Whoo! Then was chinese.. Recess.. Biology.. And then english.. Super freaking tired.. I dont know whats happening to me.. Woke up and had a sudden black-out.. Probably knocked out for 10 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-3582854042571362435?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/3582854042571362435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=3582854042571362435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3582854042571362435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3582854042571362435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/04/amor-no-es-amor_27.html' title='Amor, no es amor...'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-1311683069934538177</id><published>2010-04-22T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:49:35.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not EMO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Been raining these few days.. Sucks but also good at the same time.. At least the weather is cooler..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmm.. Speaking bout the weather, some people's mood are like that. One moment you are ok and the next, you are screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School has been alright.. Heard that people sabotaged a group of us. By all means! You will get your damn retribution anyway. The whole lot of us hate you. Oh yeah.. Today Ms Ang was super random.. Went up to me when I was queuing up for drinks and she asked, "Why arent you getting banana milkshake?" haha.. Felt like saying that it doesnt taste as good as the one at the hawker centre near my place! Haha. I think if anyone were to ask about my longest crush, I would say it is her.. Been like more than 2 years.. But who's counting? If the girl like me then so be it. Dont like then what you want me to do? I am not gonna emo.. Seriously.. I wont change myself for a girl cos this is who I am. I want the girl to like me for me! But hard to find a girl who appreciates poems and watches wrestling.. Hmmmm..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-1311683069934538177?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/1311683069934538177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=1311683069934538177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1311683069934538177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1311683069934538177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-not-emo.html' title='I am not EMO!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-3844860990447123118</id><published>2010-04-18T14:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:29:00.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is pretty screwed up for me..</title><content type='html'>Guess what? Life sucks to the core. I have got a family who pretty much dont give a fuck about me. No one listens to me at home. I am never heard. Since friends are more important than family to you people, I will do the same thing. From now on, you dont have to even know me. You think you are wise? Well, I am wiser than you assholes! Since young, I protected your ass be it in school or not. But what did I get in return? NOTHING! Not even the fucking respect that I deserve. I can write all the shit about you but I choose not to. You are a thorn in my flesh, a shit which stinks my life up and a parasite which is practically good for nothing. Sometimes I wish I didnt even exist or maybe I run away and change my identity.. But what is the use? The bottled up feelings in me are still there. Not like as if it can be deleted or erased from my memory.&lt;br /&gt;I swear one day if I go crazy, I will just end my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did baking on friday for F&amp;amp;N. Was nervous cos Ms Zaihana was eyeing my every move. Luckily I didnt screw up. Then helped out for speech day. Fuck.. Damn hell tired. Saturday was kinda like enjoyment. Robert's birthday so went out and played pool then walked around and played at Timezone. Then had dinner and went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-3844860990447123118?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/3844860990447123118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=3844860990447123118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3844860990447123118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3844860990447123118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-pretty-screwed-up-for-me.html' title='Life is pretty screwed up for me..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-9023106651463896714</id><published>2010-04-10T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:11:37.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Today was pretty much fun. Woke up early cos of the heavy downpour. Grrrr.. Couldnt get back to sleep so watch wrestling! Eddie Guerrero is awesome! Haha. Even Nicky thinks so too.. Seriously. Then had lunch with Grandma before going to Cineleisure with my Indonesian brothers. Went to play pool with them for approximately three hours. Crazy right? Had dinner at Jack's Place.. The fish is nice! Then walked around then came home around 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think of her and automatically, I start thinking of a poem to write for her. Guess what? I wrote 20 lines in just 3 minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-9023106651463896714?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/9023106651463896714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=9023106651463896714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/9023106651463896714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/9023106651463896714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-883027142478463876</id><published>2010-04-09T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:39:51.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with no love</title><content type='html'>How has it been these days for me? I dont know. Just feel like a wandering soul with no destination. At home, it has been the same feeling. Empty. No one knows how I feel anyway. I seriously do not mind trading my money for my family's love cos I feel like I have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda tiring. Pissed off with people. Shouldnt have mention who I like to people. Must keep it to myself. Well, now everyone knows how desperate that fella is cos he practically asked almost any kind of girl to be his girlfriend. What the fuck. You dont make me feel the least bit jealous cos you are fucking ugly. You only make the beast in me more angry. I will beat the crap out of you. Some people in the class are just plain irritating. You need my help and yet you are still so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice chat after school with Aven, Junior and Jarrett. Didnt know that sharing makes me feel better. Plus they are wonderful friends who give advice and joke around. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-883027142478463876?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/883027142478463876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=883027142478463876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/883027142478463876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/883027142478463876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-with-no-love.html' title='Life with no love'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-7269526968743154423</id><published>2010-04-01T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T01:15:35.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ScrewedUp</title><content type='html'>Well. Today's sports day is screwed up. 4E3 hates 4E2 for some reason. They keep saying we cheat. I didnt know anything at first and was questioning myself what did we do? Then found out something. Dont even feel like taking the medal. I mean come on. What 4E3 says is true too. But I was in front! Dont blame the whole group! I didnt even know whats going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after sports day, went to play pool. Been quite a while since I've last played..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-7269526968743154423?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/7269526968743154423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=7269526968743154423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7269526968743154423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7269526968743154423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/04/screwedup.html' title='ScrewedUp'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-7964568139197442397</id><published>2010-03-26T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:51:08.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday over in a blink of an eye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Screw.. Holiday was a little boring. Had to go back to school for remedial on Monday and Wednesday.. Hmmm... At least the weather isnt so bad! Love the rain cos on Monday, something special happened after the remedial. Went back home and it was raining.. So needed an umbrella to cross the road otherwise I'd be soaking wet. Then there was this cute girl. She didnt have an umbrella so being a gentleman, I offered to cross the road with her. She held onto my arm so tightly! Hahaha. Hmmm. Then went out with Claudine on Friday and watched Lonely Bones! Nice movie.. It made me feel like dying isnt such a bad idea after all. Whatever is in this world, just leave it and move on. But Dad leaving me isnt the thing I want. I wanted to be a lawyer before so I can put all those assholes who drink-drive to justice. Bloody fuckers ruin not only the person who died but also the family! Hmmm. Then went out and have dinner with Brother Jefry cos it is his birthday. Had Ayam Penyet.. Made new Indonesian friends and found out, they love wrestling just as much as me!!! Cool huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School reopens.. More boredom.. Screw Biology! Hmmm.. Nothing interesting in school.. Well, now I feel that staying at home means nothing. So much for quality time. So much for being a family. Whats the use of me respecting you people? You dont even give a damn about me. NO ONE DOES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-7964568139197442397?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/7964568139197442397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=7964568139197442397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7964568139197442397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7964568139197442397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/03/holiday-over-in-blink-of-eye.html' title='Holiday over in a blink of an eye!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-7653751172887085766</id><published>2010-03-13T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T01:41:48.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;What to blog about?? Hmmm.. School is kinda boring.. Especially some teachers! Wont state who cause I will get into trouble especially when my blog seems to be a favourite site for some teachers.. Dont know why.. What so interesting bout my life anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, I hate teachers who are biased! You give others more time for the bloody project? Are you being fair to the rest?! Teachers seem to side with nerds alot. Speaking about teachers, I dont respect them all. Like what Batista said,"You dont demand respect. You earned it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah. Received my report card. Results suck. Gonna study hardER! At least I dont boast my good results.. Bought Elimination Chamber and it rocks! Oh yeah. Got G.I. Joe too! Not bad. Sienna Miller is hot! Drop dead gorgeous. Dang man. Now I can only watch wrestling when grandma's not around me.. I mean seriously. Is watching wrestling a crime?! Not like I am doing something illegal! And I know that Ms Ang likes Shawn Michaels! I remembered that since sec 2! Wahahaha! Cant wait for Wrestlemania 26!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Love is so so freaking complicated. Why cant it be easy as 1 + 1 = 2? I am definitely not gonna torture myself just because of a girl. I mean, I go for the ocean not pond. I am not going to leave the forest for a tree. I'm still young! But when I really like someone, I will leave the forest for the tree! Haha. So I am not a player damn it. Hmmm.. Wrote a poem when I thought of her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thought my heart will never ever break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But now I know that is one big mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just cant seem to understand why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You feel my love for you is fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My heart is so delicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That I dont know how much more pain I can take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dont care what you feel about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I want you to know is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel you are my perfect soulmate.&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/8870150595457245817-7653751172887085766?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/7653751172887085766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=7653751172887085766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7653751172887085766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7653751172887085766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-6191641220146477713</id><published>2010-02-27T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:50:26.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm.. After watching interviews of wrestlers, I've learnt alot from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rey Mysterio said, "Dreams can conquer your worst nightmares." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bill Goldberg said,"Do what you love especially when it makes you happy. But if your job doesnt make you happy or satisfies you, it is pointless doing" Now I know why he quits wrestling.. Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Randy Orton said,"Be thankful for what you have because what you have, others might not have."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and one thing that Miz mentioned about the controversy about him mentoring Daniel Bryan who has been wrestling for more than 10 years. Just because you do well in an independant minor wrestling leagues, then all of a sudden, he should be in WWE. Just because he can main event in front of hundreds of people doesnt mean he can main event Wrestlemania. Thats true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jack Swagger said,"If you want to achieve something, no matter how tough it is, you need to persevere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;WRESTLEMANIA 26 is so close! Cant wait to watch it. Oh. I read about Singapore wanting to increase the budget for entertainment and wanting to invite big acts such as Beyonce. Hmm. I think if they have a place big enough to hold Wrestlemania, the revenue earned would be huge! Whoo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-6191641220146477713?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/6191641220146477713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=6191641220146477713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6191641220146477713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6191641220146477713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-5456011856209337071</id><published>2010-02-26T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:23:53.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life kinda sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This whole week was nothing but revision for common tests.. No life at all. I know this year is my O levels but so fucking tired. I mean seriously. Mondays there is Science remedial. Tuesdays dont have anything but still damn tired after school. Wednesdays there will be CCA. Thursday will be either Social Studies or Mathematics remedial. Fridays there will be Chinese remedial and then followed by F&amp;amp;N coursework. Studies are draining my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Got back my results for POA and Chinese today(friday). Totally flunked both papers. Got only 40% for POA and Mrs Lai is still like "Marcus, I dont expect you to fail. You can do it in class but why not during tests or exams?" Then she gave me encouragement and taught me how to remember better.. Wonderful and patient teacher she is.. Then later during Chinese remedial, got back my common test paper. Failed by 4 marks.. 21 outta 50. Fuck! Mrs Woo also encouraged me to do better in Chinese.. Saying I need to read more often so I can learn new words. Thats why I respect her so much! Plus I think she has a high tolerance level cos a student like me is so hopeless in Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I still remember what I wrote in my english composition. I am seriously gonna kill that asshole who took the most important person in my life. Because of that, I am watching wrestling alone most of the time. This is why I dont drink alcohol. Alcohol can cause harm to a person's life. If it is not yours, others would be the one at the receiving end. So yeah. Smoking too. Kill yourself if you want to smoke. Dont smoke near others as it might kill them instead of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sometimes, I dont feel like going home cos no one cares bout me. The elders think that studies are so easy. Adding tuition on a sunday night is worse. Whats worse now is that I dont feel like I have a girlfriend at all. Her words dont mean anything.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;At times, I just wished I didnt exist at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-5456011856209337071?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/5456011856209337071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=5456011856209337071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5456011856209337071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5456011856209337071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-kinda-sucks.html' title='Life kinda sucks'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-7900955829439959334</id><published>2010-02-18T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T13:09:18.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year and back to school =.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;!!! Any idea what does TWC stand for? Nope! Not Tan Wei Chye but The WWE Champion! Haha. Lame? Whatever! Dont give a damn to what you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmm. Chinese New Year was ok. Ate alot of cookies and snacks.. Talked alot.. Funny part was when Uncle Charlie, Aunty Anna and Morris came.. Haha.. Morris came bald.. But can understand cos he went for NS. They looked at my hair and asked whether I went for NS too. What! Im 16! Then lots more came.. So bored! But one thing is for sure.. I'm thankful that I have a wonderful family.. Aunty Alleena, Uncle Stanley and Bro Cory came over for dinner.. Then went to sleep early.. Haha.. When I say early, it is after ECW at 1. 1 hour show means I slept at 2! Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Not many people came on monday.. Aunty Aileen and Uncle David are such jokers! Seriously.. And I am going to learn how to cook delicious, mouth-watering food from Uncle David.. Oh yeah. Made a pot of pasta sauce and in the end, only I had that for myself. So much for being a supportive family... Grrr.. Didnt go for dinner with Aunty Carol, Aunty Doris and Aunty Ellen because of RAW. But bought dinner from McDonalds back home for Grandma.. And the weather these few days sucks! It is so freaking hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No one came at all on tuesday so I am freeeeeeeeeee!!!!! But still got homework to clear up.. Hahaha. Did a little.. Went for lunch. Then did a little more.. Then took a bath and went for dinner at Hans. Bought ROYAL RUMBLE and THE MARINE 2!! Whooo! Watched Royal Rumble when I reached home.. So cool! Wrestling wrestling wrestling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wednesday. Back to school. Dragged myself to school. So tired.. No mood to do anything.. There was POA, Geography, English, Chinese, Maths and Social Studies. Oh yeah! I passed my Social Studies test! 7/12. Not bad cos I dont usually pass Social Studies.. Hahahahahaha! Stayed back for POA remedial after school for like 1 hour? Then head back home. Watched the Marine 2! Dang. Ted DiBiase Jr is one amazing actor! Hmm.. Best action &amp;amp; romance movie I've watched! Oh yeah.. The lady acting as his wife in the movie is so beautiful! Whoo hoo hoo! Pretty much boring the rest of the day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thursday. Today started off with Geography.. Did an essay.. Haha. Ms Liu is a fun teacher! Cute! (Doesnt mean anything. Just saying.) Then was Chinese.. As usual, Mrs Woo has a lot of patience with dummies like me! Hahahaha.. After that went to change for PE. Funny part was brother Donnie got a wedgie from brother Junior till his undies tore! hahaha. Damn funny.Then during PE while playing floorball, my shorts tore! hahaha. So unlucky. Went for Maths then was recess.. After that was Physics and VE. Mental breakdown! Then revised the basics during Maths remedial. Lots of unlucky things happened! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Friday. Started the day with Maths then had F&amp;amp;N practical It is so tiring.. I'd rather cook.. But the stuff turned out well. Got 8 if I am not wrong. Skipped recess and then went for POA class. Dang. Mrs Lai has sucha high expectation of me! She not only expect me to pass but also get at least an A. Hmmm. Trying not to disappoint teachers who have high hopes on me. Then assembly could put coffee to sleep. Had Chinese remedial after that.. Grrr.. Went to the Computer Lab to do F&amp;amp;N. Ms Zaihana is really a joker.. Can make us laugh even when teaching.. Seriously..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh. Not to forget something. I realised that my blog is a frequently visited website for some teachers. What so nice bout my blog posts? It is because I write about teachers? Well, I dont care what any of the teachers think about me. About the insult = joke thing, one teacher already told me that another teacher didnt expect that particular teacher I wrote about is that kind. Which also means that teachers still side teachers! So yeah.. Anyway, I only respect some teachers. Some teachers have lost my respect for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that no one understands me. And now, I dont even trust her anymore! I hate it when people lie to me. I think everyone hates that people lie to them. I put on a front and say I dont want to break but I do cos I feel constricted! Everything seems to be my fault. What the fuck?! I really feel like I want to get a banana milkshake. It has been 4 months plus.. Hmmm.. I find this girl in school cute.. One reason I like to go for CCA cos I get to walk past where she is. Hehe. Cheeky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Common test coming up.. So darn stressed.. Oh yeah. I took the quiz on wwe.com to see how much I know about the Elimination Chamber. I scored 18 outta 20! If only there is a common test on WWE! I can score A1! Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*Natalie got me interested in Korean music.. Hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-7900955829439959334?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/7900955829439959334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=7900955829439959334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7900955829439959334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7900955829439959334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year-and-back-to-school.html' title='Chinese New Year and back to school =.='/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-7242090956019470575</id><published>2010-02-13T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:35:38.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. I want to recall from the Body World trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was tuesday.. School was alright.. But dismissed 1 period earlier because of the Body World trip. Oh yeah. Did I mention I failed Biology test? =.= Body World is amazing yet boring at the same time. When I gave teacher the answers to the booklet, she had doubts. Fine.. Just because I failed BIOLOGY test, you had doubts in my answers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened on Wednesday. But I really wanted to laugh during CCA. Whenever I am playing a team match, no one would pass the ball or block me. Just because I scored everytime I shoot, everyone now wants to pass the ball to me and block me. Screw you assholes. Look down on me and I'll show you who is better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a little fun.. Had food during VE lesson for the whole class.. Then had the whole boring talk bout speaking good English and what not. I am not going to do my best because I will not go up on stage again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the best day of the week. Got a free show to watch! I really felt like whacking that fella too! Thats for running your mouth! That is one way to shut you up! Scared now huh? Act like you are all big but scared when many people are against you? _l_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday! Woke up early. Tidied the house, went for lunch (vegetarian food! not bad) Then went out to buy some herbs cos I wanna cook pasta! Cleaned the house, sweep and mop.. Grrr.. So tired.. Went to grandma's house and did the same.. Had dinner! So so full!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-7242090956019470575?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/7242090956019470575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=7242090956019470575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7242090956019470575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7242090956019470575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-2576937718919130147</id><published>2010-02-08T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:58:22.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not bad weekend.. And a good Monday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hmmm.. Went out on Saturday to get my Chinese New Year shirt and jeans.. But ended up getting just shirt. Oh yeah.. Went to 313 and Centrepoint to do shopping.. Before that, watch how people do threading for the eyebrows on mum.. So damn skilled! Oh yeah.. Then followed mum shopping for her stuff.. Then while mum was trying clothes, the salesgirl kept smiling at me!Not once, not twice, not thrice but four times! Not to forget she is quite cute, sweet looking and a little pretty.. Then went to another shop Iora if Im not wrong of the spelling, another one smiled at me! This time the salesgirl was beautiful! Even mum knows she smiled at me! It wasnt a three second smile.. We're just like looking at each other for quite a while.. Hehehe.. Hmmm.. So bought my clothes after that then had dinner.. Then went back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have no life on Sunday already.. =.=" But it was quite alright though.. Hmmmm.. Wanna go and buy banana milkshake cos it has been four months plus! Grrr... Control Marcus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today, went to Marina Barrage.. Trip was quite fruitful.. Took pictures of the scenery.. Then after that, went to Pizza Hut with Ms Chang, Eli and the other person. Ate so much until I felt like a pig. Then went to Fork &amp;amp; Spoon and chit chat with Brandon and company..Went home.. Bathe.. Oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did I mention that listening to rock music makes your poop come out easier? (Provided you scream or sing to the music)! haha.. Random thought..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whats wrong with my new hairstyle? I like it and dont care what anyone thinks about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah.. To Audrey: Please stay happy! Dont care about anyone that piss you off alright?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-2576937718919130147?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/2576937718919130147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=2576937718919130147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2576937718919130147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2576937718919130147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-bad-weekend-and-good-monday.html' title='Not bad weekend.. And a good Monday..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-6604253228741043510</id><published>2010-02-05T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:57:35.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I wish I was not born.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;School hasnt been great these past two weeks. Got into a fight with a coward. So much for saying you are not scared asshole. You even reported to teacher. Gutless! Hmm. Must be responsible when blogging right? Then let me say something. My blog, my feelings, my say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Class tests were difficult. Gonna flunk all of them. Tried my best but what can I do? Dont know what to blog about.. Oh yeah! I broke my finger while playing basketball. The whole finger swelled and turned purple. Imagine that! Haha. Thats why I am typing very very slowly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I realise that some people rather be popular than have friends. Hmmm.. Never mind those assholes.. I have wrestling to keep me company 24/7! No one understands me anyway.. So sick and tired of this world.. Everything that goes wrong, who's fault? Marcus. _l_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-6604253228741043510?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/6604253228741043510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=6604253228741043510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6604253228741043510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6604253228741043510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-i-wish-i-was-not-born.html' title='Sometimes I wish I was not born.'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-389795748986414229</id><published>2010-01-23T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:28:10.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and tired of this world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been really feeling down these days.. Nothing good at all this whole week.. No one cares anyway.. What I am about to write will be a whole long shit about my fucked up life this week so it is up to you if you want to continue reading or just click on the red X button on the top right hand corner of your screen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm.. All I can remember is that I am so going to get a 0 for my maths test. I dont understand that damn radian topic! Thats why I went for the remedial. Seriously. I am so effing stressed about my studies this year cos teachers can never seem to stop harping on O levels. I am also trying my best to score well in POA and Chinese! Haha.. Shocking? Yes. It shocked me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday was extremely a screwed up day for me. I mean night. Before PTM, accompanied brother Donnie to buy weights. Haha.. Then went for lunch. Can you believe it? He gave me advice for my problems? Thats why he is my brother! Went home after that. Bathe then went back to school. Bought McDonalds for Deborah and Nicky for their dinner. Dang. Im like their delivery boy. Then hear the Principal talk and talk.. Nicky is recognised for giving speech or being an emcee. But I am not. What the fuck? Then PTM, teacher asked for the weekly essay. Frankly speaking, I didnt do it at all after my first piece. I mean seriously. Why should I do an assignment of a teacher who is embarassed to have me as a student?! Then she asked me to talk properly and stuff like that. I mean come on. Look at the sacarstic way you talk. Sat down then straightened things out with her. She said it was meant to be a joke! WHAT THE FUCK! IF IT IS SOME JOKE, Ï'D BE LAUGHING INSTEAD OF FEELING HURT DAMMIT!  Cant take anymore of this shit. And Ms Z. Thanks for comforting me! Truly appreciate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My life is just like soup that people keep adding ingredients that dont compliment but rather destroy the taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-389795748986414229?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/389795748986414229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=389795748986414229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/389795748986414229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/389795748986414229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-and-tired-of-this-world.html' title='Sick and tired of this world.'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-7508277172348955439</id><published>2010-01-15T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:48:32.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I only state things I can remember ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Had STI (Student-Teacher Interaction, not what some dirty minds would think of) with Ms Cher.. Hmm. She gave my some advice bout how to control my horrid temper.. Cool huh? She is a nice teacher.. Hmm.. CCA day sucks.. At home, I did homework till like 1.30am? Hardworking right? Haha. self-praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thursday there wasnt anything much.. Just know that Mdm Prema is a wonderful teacher! The way she teaches is so good.. She makes sure all of us understands what she is teaching no matter how boring Social Studies is.. And she can remember everyone's name so easily.. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today was pretty much alright.. F&amp;amp;N, Maths, POA and Chinese remedial. Did chinese test paper and felt so crazy.. Chinese work drives me crazy!! But did my best.. Dont wanna go to basic chinese..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-7508277172348955439?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/7508277172348955439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=7508277172348955439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7508277172348955439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7508277172348955439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-title.html' title='No title..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-6171907478126844191</id><published>2010-01-12T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:07:12.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;School is really really stressing me out.. Teachers keep harping on the O levels.. I'm more determined to do well in O Levels but still not confident of some subjects.. Thought of taking Basic Chinese but then had second thoughts. Whats worse was yesterday. I got scolded for no reason. My girl did not go to school and you scold me? Weirdness. I didnt even know about that in the first place. You didnt even ask me anything. Of course once I hear that, I will definitely advice her. Anyway, used to mum's lecture.. Something like part of my daily life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hmmmm.. Let's see what's new.. Nothing.. Oh yeah! Good luck to you Audrey for your windsurfing competition! Dont be disheartened if you did not do as you expected! You are still a winner!! Have confidence best friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-6171907478126844191?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/6171907478126844191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=6171907478126844191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6171907478126844191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6171907478126844191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-is-really-really-stressing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-1889221980880321194</id><published>2010-01-08T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:07:32.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day full of shit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hmm.. Didnt do a blog post since my birthday.. 5th January! That day was fine.. Just fine.. I got wishes from many people.. Mr Cheng gave me chocolate on my birthday.. Ms Cher, Ms Zaihana and Ms Chen wished me happy birthday too! Being 16 years old doesnt really make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Other days were just ok. And! I got scolded for speaking in english during chinese class.. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hmm.. 8th January sucks.. Yesterday had PE and felt super tired cos the workout was just strenous.. Felt the pain this morning.. Muscle ache and stuff like that.. Whats worse is that we have PE again today.. Then Mr K told me I had to do a presentation for assembly.. Wasnt prepared and there wasnt any speech so I had to come out with one on my own. After admin period, we went to the hall. Mr K gave the speech so fast. My turn was next. What sucks was I dont know what to say.. Hell nervous! Made a quick speech before I embarassed myself further then went down. Ms Chen and Ms Cher said I did a good job. At least they encouraged me. Went to the Nanyang Poly open house. Then walked around.. The courses were not bad. Been interested in Food Science.. And.. Later, someone had to piss me off. She said that she is embarassed to be my english teacher because of the way I made my speech. Saying stuff like "The way you pronounce and the way you talk is so horrid" and "That is not O level standard" and "Stop saying you are nervous or unprepared. That is just and excuse". What the fuck! I feel like slapping her on the face! Dont like me as your student then why band me in your class !? I dont care if any teacher reads this or let her read this because I am super furious and hurt by what she say! Watch out after the O levels! You'll get it from me! And when I came home, I got scolded by my girl for nothing. Im so tired and just happened that I fell asleep while waiting for her to go online. Then I got scolded. Told me off and stuff. Woke up at 9pm had instant noodles for dinner. So much for being a mother! I go on stage and embarassed myself and you said nothing about it. I even got a lecture from you. This world sucks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-1889221980880321194?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/1889221980880321194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=1889221980880321194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1889221980880321194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1889221980880321194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-full-of-shit.html' title='Day full of shit!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-3461304607332727963</id><published>2010-01-04T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:34:11.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;First day of school sucks.. Went to school and it was pouring. Grrr.. Chat with friends before heading up to the hall. Haha. I still must get used to being called Sec 4E2. Haha.. Then we had talks which made my butt numb just by sitting. Then some admin work.. Talk again. Recess. Then talk again. Then Maths lesson. Then admin work again. Then went for Geography. Haha. When Ms Liu wanted the class contact numbers, I told her something.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: Just say you want my phone number la. Dont have to go through all these trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ms Liu: Ya. So difficult to go through the class just to get your number right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: Ya.. Want my address too? haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Seriously hilarious.. Then later did some admin stuff and Ms Liu asked the class what we did during the holidays. Some people talk bout China trip then she talked about her Brisbane trip.. Then she asked the class why is she the only one sharing. Haha.. Then she asked, anything happen. any new relationships. So Naufal shouted "Marcus!" Then Ms Liu looked at me and said, "Wah! Have girlfriend already so I cant take your number and call your house at midnight already la!" haha.. See! Joker right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then came back.. Took a bath.. Didnt have the appetite to eat.. Chat with her online.. Ate pineapple.. Haha.. My lunch! Then chat some more.. Went down for dinner at 8. Ate a little.. Not hungry.. Talked about wrestling with Eli.. Then continued chatting with her online.. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-3461304607332727963?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/3461304607332727963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=3461304607332727963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3461304607332727963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3461304607332727963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school.'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-327198530683168719</id><published>2010-01-03T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:35:55.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr. School is tomorrow!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grrrr.. School is tomorrow! Dont know if I'm happy or not. O levels year. Homework is half done.. Haha. Dont care.. Went to temple this morning.. Then had lunch at some Italian restaurant.. Went back home.. Started chatting with my girl.. Then chat and chat and did homework. Watch some wrestling.. Then went to bathe around 6. Will fill in the details once I am not busy.. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-327198530683168719?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/327198530683168719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=327198530683168719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/327198530683168719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/327198530683168719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2010/01/grrr-school-is-tomorrow.html' title='Grrr. School is tomorrow!!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-783886534066894309</id><published>2009-12-31T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:42:05.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This sucks..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Not everybody is happy that a new year has arrived.. Seriously. I feel that way too.. Been troubled with somethings.. O levels coming up so soon. Havent even revised anything. So stressed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed up with mum cos I get scolding for staying up late till 2am. What the fuck! It isnt a school day for goodness sake! Is it an offence to chat with my girl whom I never seen for like nearly a month? Forget it. It aint worth being mad. Trying to control my temper. Hmmm.. Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year's Resolution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Control my temper which might turn into Intermittent Explosive Disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Study Hard &amp;amp; Play less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be nice to people. (But I still live with "Treat people the way they treat you")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll stick to one girl for a long long time and stop my past character!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Save more $money$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Try not to watch too much wrestling. (cos my girl said so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Lets see.. New year's eve was also Dad's birthday if he was still around. Dang.. I miss dad.. We'll be watching wrestling and doing wrestling if he was still around. Hmmm. His favourite wrestlers are the Undertaker and Stone Cold. Mine used to be Goldust.. (weirdo).. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. New Year was not good. Sucks big time! Seriously.. Homework not done at all! Screw homework!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-783886534066894309?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/783886534066894309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=783886534066894309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/783886534066894309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/783886534066894309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-sucks.html' title='This sucks..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-1998134096759250586</id><published>2009-12-29T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:37:29.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome camp buddies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Woke up early in the morning yesterday.. Then got ready to go out.. Waited for the bus from 10.15am. Just what time it came? 10.40! Screw.. Almost late for the movie.. Was with Audrey, Lorraine and Hakim.. Bought the tickets for Alvin &amp;amp; The Chipmunks 2! Totally awesome show! Seriously!! After that, walked to the MRT station.. Hakim left cos he had tuition.. Then I was alone with two hot babes (Audrey &amp;amp; Lorraine)! Dang.. Went to Plaza Singapura for lunch.. Then Lorraine left cos she had piano lesson. Walked round Plaza Singapura with Audrey.. Haha.. She is super high.. Then went to Square 2 and had a drink.. Played with Audrey's Ipod.. Erm. If I remembered the name of the game correctly, it is Oven Break.. Haha.. And I suck at it! Went home after a while.. Then went out and had dinner again. Came home, took a bath and was online and chatting till 1 plus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-1998134096759250586?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/1998134096759250586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=1998134096759250586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1998134096759250586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1998134096759250586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/12/awesome-camp-buddies.html' title='Awesome camp buddies!!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-7166956664165336651</id><published>2009-12-27T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:54:29.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hmmm. Woke up late today.. Went to grandma's house after lunch.. It was pouring heavily! Went back home around 7.. Took a bath.. Went out and had dinner with grandma at Hans.. Hmmm.. Filling! I love the boiled carrots! Went back after that.. Spent my time on the laptop.. Super sad I tell you.. Facebook is screwed up and it seems that it is my fault to her.. I replied her messages but she didnt believe.. Dont wanna argue.. Just kept quiet in case the problem turns worse. And my uncle had to interfere scolding me in the process. _I_ Later chat somemore.. Hmmm.. Just sick and tired of being the person to be blamed when I did not even reason out! Oh. I'm so glad I have a wonderful friend like Audrey! Firstly, just wanna say sorry cos my previous blog post made her worry.. Secondly, Thanks for comforting me!! Appreciate it lots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-7166956664165336651?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/7166956664165336651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=7166956664165336651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7166956664165336651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7166956664165336651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/12/fuck.html' title='FUCK!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-499779374500859987</id><published>2009-12-24T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:38:04.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day with grandma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Woke up.. Then I went to have lunch with grandma.. Went to her house.. Cleaned up the shelves.. SO SO DUSTY!! But I arranged the stuff my style. haha.. Slept a while... Was super sleepy.. Then went back home.. Watched the korean drama at 6 till 7.. Took a bath and went to United Square and got Subway sanwiches for grandma and me. Ate that at her house.. Went home.. Chat with friends.. And updating this blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I miss camp! I miss my friends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-499779374500859987?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/499779374500859987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=499779374500859987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/499779374500859987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/499779374500859987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-with-grandma.html' title='Day with grandma!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-165066855591891091</id><published>2009-12-24T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:15:27.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage in my blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I mention this in some of my poems before.. Words cannot totally describe one's mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To someone, you are not me. You wont understand me. I aint blaming you. I just hate the people around you. They show no respect for me or my stuff. For example, when I was at camp. That fella who touched my laptop cause lots of errors in my files. You must be surprised how I know bout your friends calling me dog behind my back right? I have my resources. I know how to find things I want to know. Two-faced bitches. You know who you are. Your name starts with the 5th alphabet starting from a and another starts after m. I just hate you two pretenders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hmmm.. Let's talk bout some happy stuff.. Went to grandma's house.. Watched some music videos on trace. I got that Timbaland's track stuck in my head. Go check it out!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Morning After Dark" by Timbaland featuring SoShy &amp;amp; Nelly Furtado!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh.. Did I mention what I dreamt few days ago? It is a stupid dream. Anyway, I was wrestling with Evan Bourne. And guess what? When I woke up, I was on the floor.. Embarassing.. Haha.. Was messaging my girl and out of nowhere, I just asked, what if I learnt wrestling. She replied by saying she dont want to see me in pieces.. Haha!! Kept warning me whenever I said I was watching wrestling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Something in my mind keeps telling me to kill the people I hate.. Warning to those who tried to destroy me. I will make your life a living hell. I wont kill you. Thats too easy for you. I'll make you SUFFER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-165066855591891091?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/165066855591891091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=165066855591891091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/165066855591891091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/165066855591891091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/12/rage-in-my-blood.html' title='Rage in my blood'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-3413597234880406511</id><published>2009-12-22T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:34:33.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;School is reopening so so soon.. I havent even done any homework.. Grr...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today went out to play basketball early in the morning.. Nicky went to play skateboard.. Challenge Nicky to a match and guess what? Nicky said I cannot tackle her and must be at least 2 arms length away from her. Weird right? Played for like 2 hours then went back. Had a bathe. Then watched wrestling.. Hehe.. Went out around 2 plus and had lunch at McDonalds United Square.. Went to 313 Somerset after that. Got myself the WWE Official calendar! Wahahaha! But screwed it. January is my hated superstar. John Cena =.=&lt;br /&gt;Went back home.. Watched The School Of Rock.. Took a bath. Had dinner.. Got back home.. Played games, sms, and now doing this blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-3413597234880406511?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/3413597234880406511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=3413597234880406511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3413597234880406511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3413597234880406511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-day.html' title='Another day..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-2633507276445034938</id><published>2009-12-19T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:31:26.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok ok ok..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Didnt do anything much these past few days.. Just remembered that it rained a lot these few days.. Dont know when will my wonderful camp friends want to go out! Cant wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;She reminded me of dad on the 17th. She said she wants to go to Water Bom with me when I return to Bali. Hmmm. I remembered all the fun I had when I went with Dad. He loves swimming and so did I. He made sure I can swim well. I still remembered the week before I had my bronze medal swimming test. He made sure I can do the dive. I so miss my dad. And I so want to kill that bloody fucker that took him away from me. I also talked to her on the phone. Miss her so so much!! Haha. My money was well spent though the call was hell expensive.. Oh. Her uncles and aunties told her to come here and study! But she was afraid because of her english. I am going to have a specially cooked meal by her mum when I get back there! hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Her is the poem I wrote just for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can remember your sweet smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That drifted my mind away more than a thousand miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can remember your sweet smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That made my body turn like gel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can remember your warm hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That made my heart melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can remember your laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That turns my frown upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can remember your kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That made me feel like I am loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Sad things is that she dont understand poetry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-2633507276445034938?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/2633507276445034938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=2633507276445034938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2633507276445034938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2633507276445034938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/12/ok-ok-ok.html' title='Ok ok ok..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-7657621084054298274</id><published>2009-12-17T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:41:47.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang.. Im so tired..</title><content type='html'>Celebrated Nicky's birthday yesterday.. Bored.. Tried to make it look like I'm happy so played and laughed.. Once your birthday is over, I'll revert back to my usual self..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 1pm today. Haha.. Dang man.. Cant watch Survivor Series cos Brandon took it.. Grrr.. Anyway, been chatting with camp friends a lot these few days!&lt;br /&gt;Chat with :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Audrey: My beautiful best friend in camp! A future world champion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Renad: My beautiful Eypgtian friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Samha: My friend who plays basketball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-7657621084054298274?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/7657621084054298274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=7657621084054298274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7657621084054298274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7657621084054298274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/12/dang-im-so-tired.html' title='Dang.. Im so tired..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-7642887755333911747</id><published>2009-12-13T15:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:51:54.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from camp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Damn I miss the camp.. The shit part of this camp is the duration.. So short!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of camp. I didnt know anybody there but people were friendly. After briefing us about the stuff, we got to register. I was in group 20. Met my first friend there Jay. Haha. Tall local dude.. Then we were given transponders (like an electronic key). So troublesome just to open the damn door. Took my 1 minute to open the door. Shit. Unpacked my stuff and stoned there. Then went to the dining hall to have lunch. Thats when we got to know each other.. Everyone was still shy.. Then played some ice breaker games. The facilitators told me to be the leader and I was like grr. How the hell am I going to communicate in different languages? But yeah. Used english in the end.. Signed up for our sports exploration where you get to try what you want (if there is vacancy). Took a bath and prepared for opening ceremony.. It was so AWESOME! There are stuff like DJ, party, Capoiera, Muay Thai, Fire Dancing, Food Festival, Hip Hop dancing and more! Went for debrief and went to bed. Roomates Shaz and Angarag were nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day. Woke up early in the morning like 6. Took a bath and prepared for breakfast. Then went for Thouck Ball. Hell FUN!! Just that one dude threw the ball on my face when I turned back. Haha. But it was friendship camp so we shook hands. I dont blame him anyway. Oh. Everyone hate this particular asshole in the group. Try'n to act like his english is so good and speaks with that irritating accent. Act tough in front of me somemore. Gave him a piece of my mind and told him off. Haha. Then everyone backed me up calling him stuff like faker. Then had lunch. Went for some workshops. Break. Then continued with workshop till dinner. After dinner was Chat With The Champions! They were sprinters! Veronica Campbell Brown, Asafa Powell and Dexter Lee! After that, went back to room. Nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day. Woke up as usual. Then after that headed to Chinatown. Till afternoon. Went shopping with Audrey and Benjamin. Went to the place to make the terrarium. At night, had Meet The Champions again. This time it was Michael Klim. Dang! I even got a picture with him! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day. Things happen as usual early in the morning.. Then we went to OBS after breakfast. Had stomach ache cos I drank milo. Haha.. But I didnt care.. Wanna enjoy!! Started off by jumping of the jetty!! Adrenaline rush! Built a raft then rowed it far from the shore.. After that took a bath.. Oh yeah. Did I mention I was bitten by red ants 8 times? Argh. Then it was rock climbing.. I cant climb cos my feet are huge! Had lunch there.. Then went back to camp site. Had dinner after resting for 1 and half hours.. Then made scrap book for buddies at night. Damn.. All of us were like missing each other already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Day.. Went for Sports Exploration which is Pencak Silat. Haha. I learnt how to fight. So dont mess with me! Learned the arts of silat and learnt how to fight with parang and grapples.. had lunch after that.. After lunch, head to the Upper Pierce Park.. Plucked weeds with peeps.. Haha.. Fun! Then went back, took a bath and prepared for Closing Ceremony.. Food was hell good! Took many pictures with friends! Cool huh? Before leaving, lots cried. Lots of hugging too.. Haha.. Went back.. Unpacked.. Back to boredom.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant remember what happened after those days.. Just bought Nicky headphones for her birthday present.. Then went to buy Survivor Series! Whooo!!! Then, tomorrow is Nicky's birthday. Which means mine is in 3 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-7642887755333911747?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/7642887755333911747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=7642887755333911747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7642887755333911747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7642887755333911747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-camp.html' title='Back from camp!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-4452597380591227973</id><published>2009-12-06T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:45:58.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Bali on the 5th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;25th November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Reached Bali at around 10pm. Usual comments like "Wow. You are so tall" began flowing.. Om Alex, Om De and Wak Kumis picked us up. I hate airports. Full of shit. Keep scanning me cos of my belt, my necklace and watch. Grrr. Went out to return the car and went home by motorbike.. Chat with familia till 3am then slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;26th November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Woke up at 8.. Haha.. Had breakfast (rice and food) after daily routine.. Then went to Nusa Dua.. Too shy to give her the necklace I specially bought so I asked Om Alex to give. Little did I know, she wasnt there. So her uncle called her mum and asked them to come.. When Om Alex gave her the necklace, she was smiling. She said thanks to me. We shook hands.. Everyone chit chat. I was just staring at her.. Had lunch.. Then Nicky started conversation with her. Asked her to sit beside me then squeeze. Wak Mardika played along. Haha.. Then Om Alex helped me get her number.. After we left, I kept sms-ing her.. Went to Odah Carik's house then went home. Everyone started teasing me including Kak Ndung (Grand-dad). But I got his blessings! Haha. Messaged her the whole day till like 1 am. Then fell asleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;27th November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Woke up super early like 5.30 without an alarm clock! Did my regular routine.. Started messaging her before she went to school.. Went to pura (temple) then chat a while with Jero. Left for Bli Gede's house. Damn big! 2 storeys but not totally ready. The daughter is so cute. Haha.. Was like messaging her the whole day.. Went back, prepared for Nicky's otonan (Balinese birthday)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;28th November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Woke up super early like 8? Daily routine.. Then picked Christine up from school at around 12.30. I'm like a big brother to many there. Played domino for a while then went to Kuta with Om Alex, Nicky and Gita to meet her.. Changed money and met her at the beach.. Made a tattoo which is her name (I personally drew it).. hehe.. Went to McDonalds and had double cheese burger.. Sat with her and made her name out of the french fries.. Haha.. It was gettin dark. Went to the beach a while.. Sat with her at the beach a while.. Saw fireworks.. So romantic.. After that, went home.. Messaged her some more.. Took a bath. Went out again for supper. Then went to the internet cafe. Checked my facebook and so many people comment on my changed status.. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;29th November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Woke up super early cos I'm so excited to go out with her to the beach.. Went to buy catfish with Trisna. Cooked it at home..  Helped out my Wak Kadek with the stuff to prepare for the warung.. Took a bath and stuff like that.. Headed to Nusa Dua beach. Played a while before she came.. Then soon, she arrived with her brother.. Took a walk down the beach with her.. Got to hold her hand..SO SO HAPPY!! Then went to Kuta at night and had supper..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;30th December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nothin much.. Stoned at home.. Messaged my dearest the whole time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Woke up at 5.30! Daily routine. Told mum I didnt wanna follow her and nicky and the relative to Bali Hai. I dont care how much fun they have cos I'll be meeting my dearest!! Helped prepare stuff for the shop.. Helped do the cooking with Wak Tut Petang.. Waited for her to sms when she want to meet. Finally at 4, Om Alex and I picked her up from Kuta. Before we left, we spent some time at the beach. Om Alex went to find his friend. Got a kiss and I held her hand.. Feels so warm. Went back and everyone treated her like family already.. Haha.. Sent her home after 2 hours at home.. I rode on the bike with her.. I hugged her.. WOW!! Haha.. She smell so sweet. Can even remember the smell till now. It aint perfume.. Gave her a goodbye kiss and went home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;2 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daily routine.. Helped out with the stuff for the warung.. Took a bath and went to visit granduncles and grandaunts with Kak Ndung.. All says I'm tall and handsome now.. Last time I was small and cute.. Haha.. Went back, tooka bath again. Went to have lunch at Om De Jus' villa! Very big and nice! Good scenery! Went to Bali Bakery and met Om Tejo there.. That night, went to Hard Rock with Mbok Vanny, Bli Angga, Bli Agus, Nicky, mum and Om Alex. Haha. Partied hard and drank beer.. Hehehe.. Went back around 1am. Chat till like 3 then slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Woke up at 7. Packed and got ready to stay at Om De Jus' Villa.. Haha! Big Boss relatives in the Villa! Whoo!! Jumped into the pool after stepping in the villa.. Swimmed for quite long and had McDonalds for lunch. Mum and Om Alex went to see the land at canggu with Wak Wisnu and his wife.. 3 teens slept. I woke up first.. Called my dearest and chat with her on the phone. Talked to her for 2 hours! First time I talk to a girl on the phone this long.. Then mum and Om Alex came back with dinner.. Had them.. I called my dearest again after dinner.. Chat with her for another two hours! That makes 4 hours a day! Then slept after that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;4 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Woke up. Had buffet breakfast.. Then walked around the Villa.. Saw the spa, massage area and many more. Om De can even tell funny jokes..Haha. Went home after that.. Around 12, went to Kuta and meet my dearest with Bli Agus, Nicky and Gita. Her bro was around too.. Bought drinks. Sat by the beach and chit chat. Went back home with her. Family was so happy to see her again. Played domino. Haha. I lost so many times.. Sent her home with Wak Kumis.. I rode the bike home. ADRENALINE RUSH!! Reached home, Wak Kadek said she was hungry so I went out with Wak Kumis and bought food. Rode the bike again! Cant do this in Singapore so made full use of my time in Bali.. Went home. Turned in early. (Cried cos I truly miss her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;5 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The day to come back home arrived. Didnt feel like going home cos I miss her so much. She didnt want to go to the airport cos she dont feel like it. Sms-ed her before taking off in the plane. She cried too.. In the plane, I cried again.. This is the first time I cry because of a girl. Reached Singapore. Met grandma. went home. Had dinner. All was boring..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;6 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nothin much the whole day.. Just chat with her online on facebook and sms-ed her. Upload pictures on facebook..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-4452597380591227973?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/4452597380591227973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=4452597380591227973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4452597380591227973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4452597380591227973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-bali-on-5th.html' title='Back from Bali on the 5th!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-4243728629537310087</id><published>2009-11-23T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:39:38.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too excited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Holla amigos and senioritas! Things have been happening alot and dont want to list them down.. Hmmm.. Seriously. Yesterday, could have the chance to get banana milkshake but dare not. Today, have the chance again but still dare not. Hmmm.. Let's see.. Got up early in the morning just to see the results for Survivor Series! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Team Miz defeats Team Morrison. Grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Team Mickie defeats Team Michelle. Whoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Team Kingston defeats Team Orton. Whoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Batista defeats Rey Mysterio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Undertaker defeats Chris Jericho and Big Show. Haha.. Wanted Chris Jericho to win..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cena -.- defeats Triple H and Shawn Michaels. That fake wrestler.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;After that, went out to have lunch with grandma. Followed her to Lucky Plaza to get a luggage. She bought one specially for me.. Hehe.. Went home to bring the things then went out again. Met mum and head to Mustafa. Bought lots of stuff there. Chose a luggage for mum for so long. Went home. Had dinner.. Bathe.. Now blogging.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh yeah.. When I get to Bali, I will tattoo the name of the girl I like.. Haha.. Decided. And with heart tattoo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-4243728629537310087?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/4243728629537310087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=4243728629537310087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4243728629537310087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4243728629537310087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-excited.html' title='Too excited!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-2652293336461933695</id><published>2009-11-19T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:13:55.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitiled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tuesday. Went to temple and pray. Then went to watch 2012. Cool movie. But kinda scary once you feel that that is the way the world is going to end. Land sinking into the sea. There will be tsunami. The volcano will erupt. Anyway, God controls the world. He does this cos the people are turning evil. Even in the show, they show how selfish and unselfish people are even when the world is coming to an end. Then went to Wisma Atria to get back my laptop. Finally, I can use my own laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. Woke up at 6am cos of the health conference. Went to meet Naufal at Toa Payoh then took a train to Marina Bay and then went to Woodlands. Crazy right? Cos why? We had so much spare time. Took 902 to reach Republic Poly. So crowded but the bus came every 2 minutes. Listen to the first lecture and it was interesting because that speaker jokes. Second one was damn boring. Had tea break. Went to one of the concurrent sessions. Had lunch. Then went for the 2nd and 3rd concurrent sessions. Haha.. Skipped the final part after that. Went to Orchard and bought headphones and sunglasses. Haha.. Other than that, the rest of the day was pretty much boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Woke up at 12.30pm cos I slept at 3am! Haha.. Took a bath and went for lunch. Rained so heavily. Went to grandma's house and watched tv till I fell asleep.. After that, went to buy dinner and got home and bathe. Watched ECW. Now blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-2652293336461933695?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/2652293336461933695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=2652293336461933695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2652293336461933695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2652293336461933695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/11/untitiled.html' title='Untitiled'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-279078468690353590</id><published>2009-11-16T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T01:32:29.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored at home..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hmmm.. Friday the 13th was the last day of bridging.. Happy bout it cos I dont have to burst my brain with knowledge! The whole day was pretty much boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.. Went to temple early in the morning then went walking round and round till my legs were sore. Seriously boring and tiring when I'm shopping with mum. Fed up so I went home.. Had dinner at Subway with Grandma and Nicky.. Then went back home.. Watched Smackdown till midnight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.. Did the normal things.. Went out after lunch.. Head to Raffles City.. Bought my new phone! Wheeee!!! Then went back home.. Got ready to go to the airport to send Nicky off.. Had dinner at the food court at Terminal 1. When we were bout to go into the lift, everyone were like rushing. Fucking impatient. Plus they were like so inconsiderate. They just shoved my grandma one side. I nearly hammer that fella. Then met peeps.. Chat a while before they checked in.. Then had a chat with Mdm Aini. Left home.. Reached home.. Felt so empty.. No one to wrestle with or talk about wrestling to.. Sigh.. Anyway.. Take care Nicky..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-279078468690353590?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/279078468690353590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=279078468690353590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/279078468690353590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/279078468690353590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored-at-home.html' title='Bored at home..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-8978586969339606110</id><published>2009-11-12T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:53:04.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrestling and more wrestling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yesterday was quite boring.. Dont want to talk about school.. Reached home.. Had snacks, took a bath.. Watched wrestling.. Then watched AJ Styles training a girl how to wrestle on MTV MADE. So cool. He even taught her how to do high-risk moves. But that girl injure herself after doing a monkey flip. Out of action for like 1 week or so. I've also try to learn the way to fall so that all wrestlers wont injure themselves. Haha. But it is pain! Like what AJ Styles say, if you want to achieve something, you've got to persevere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today! Biology was the first lesson of the day.. Hmmm. I find Ms Chen cute and pretty.. Random thought.. Haha.. Then it was English. Game was quite fun though.. Break was really short. Then had Chinese. Surprisingly I can be bothered to listen. Then went home after that. Reached home and suddenly felt hungry. So deep-fried the chicken fillet.. Not bad for my 1st time trying to deep-fry something. Haha. Watched Sky High then watch my newly-bought WWE dvd "Bragging Rights". Haha.. Cool match. Oh. Did I mention how much I hate John Cena? Because of him, Nicky hates wrestling. Because of him, I cant talk to Nicky much about wrestling. Grrr.. And Nicky is pissing me off by following whatever Chris Jericho and Stone Cold frequently say in the ring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-8978586969339606110?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/8978586969339606110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=8978586969339606110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8978586969339606110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8978586969339606110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/11/wrestling-and-more-wrestling.html' title='Wrestling and more wrestling!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-2047808443100289874</id><published>2009-11-10T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:51:30.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV MADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;School was alright today.. Biology was sick.. Learned bout the eye and yeah.. Difficult.. POA was ok.. Social Studies was alright.. Maths was as usual.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Came back home after school.. Bought Laksa and Oyster for lunch. It was like 4 plus. Haha.. Took a bath then was stoning. Didnt know what to do. Played some boring facebook games and watched wrestling. Survivor Series is coming soon!! Then went to check out TNA. When I went to AJ Styles profile on wikipedia, I saw one part that says he appeared on MTV MADE. Decided to check it out. But couldnt find the video. So watched the one where Motorcity Machine Guns taught this geek how to wrestle and all the shit he had to go thru. Tough training I see but that doesnt change my mind the least bit bout becoming a wrestler. I'm dead serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-2047808443100289874?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/2047808443100289874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=2047808443100289874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2047808443100289874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2047808443100289874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/11/mtv-made.html' title='MTV MADE'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-8842348953190066976</id><published>2009-11-09T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:11:03.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;School today was pretty much boring as usual.. Oh! But! I am happy bout one thing! We made it to the finals of the pasta making challenge!!! After school, took a bus back home.. Something I know and am sure of is that some Singaporeans dont know how to say excuse me and they also dont know how to respond to excuse me.. Grr.. Luckily I reached home before the rain started. After my bath, I had my lunch. I had pineapple, rock melon, sausages and curry puffs. Haha.. Weird right? Have so much homework.. So watch wrestling while doing homework. But I fell asleep cos the homework is tiring me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. Read bout this article bout older women marrying younger dudes. I feel that is nothing wrong.. I mean seriously. Age is just a number! It doesnt show maturity or anything else.. As long as both parties like each other, it is ok! This paragraph is random..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-8842348953190066976?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/8842348953190066976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=8842348953190066976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8842348953190066976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8842348953190066976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/11/whooo.html' title='Whooo!!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-7371709289390257131</id><published>2009-11-08T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:46:02.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No fruit juice for 29 days and counting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today is seriously boring. I dont know what to do. I already am in the holiday mood and yet, I still have homework and bridging programme. GRRR!! Did my daily routine, had lunch. Sigh.. Didnt take banana milkshake for 29 days and counting.. Went back home, did my homework. Finished F&amp;amp;N homework but when I started a little bit of Social Studies, I fell asleep! Haha.. Super boring. After that, woke up, took a bathe, had dinner. Saw a pretty girl! Super cute!! I like her smile! But the usual me, I stick to one and only one. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-7371709289390257131?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/7371709289390257131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=7371709289390257131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7371709289390257131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7371709289390257131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-fruit-juice-for-29-days-and-counting.html' title='No fruit juice for 29 days and counting..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-4288264163752587597</id><published>2009-11-07T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:24:49.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have no idea how to kill boredom. Have homework and so many other things.. Lets start from thursday. Went to mum's workplace and sit down and do nothing. Just look at the menu and think about how to cook something special for this someone special. Hmmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went to the temple before going to Goldhill Plaza to book the ticket to Bali! Decided to go on the 25th and return on the 5th. Sigh. Wanted to return on the 6th but cant cos the flight is full. Then went home.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Friday, after school, went straight home. Bathe, changed and went to collect the air tickets. Walked to Subway and bought dinner for grandma and myself. Haha. It was only 4 o clock in the afternoon! Nothin interesting after that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today. Woke up early and then watched wrestling.. Didnt know what to do.. I find that during Stone Cold and The Rock's time, wrestling was more interesting. I learn all of The Rock's, Stone Cold's and DX's famous lines. Im bored what.. Then brushed teeth, bathe, then went to the hawker centre to have lunch with grandma. Then went to buy some fruits before going to her house. Watched music videos on Trace then suddenly fell asleep. Haha. Woke up. Ate the fruits and went home. Mum came home early and she bought sandwiches for dinner. Not bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-4288264163752587597?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/4288264163752587597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=4288264163752587597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4288264163752587597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4288264163752587597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-to-do.html' title='What to do?'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-2970538305408269910</id><published>2009-11-04T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:28:59.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Competition!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today was extraordinary! Woke up early and went to Toa Payoh. Went to school and met Elisabeth. Then headed to interchange to meet Dom. The thing that pisses me off alot is that he always tries to act funny when he is not. Then went to Yio Chu Kang (Nanyang Polytechnic). Started at about 9. Made all the ingredients and all of us were very tired. Taste good too! Seriously. Then the judges came and tasted it. I dont know if we will make it to the top 10. Hopefully we can! Team success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-2970538305408269910?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/2970538305408269910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=2970538305408269910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2970538305408269910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2970538305408269910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/11/cooking-competition.html' title='Cooking Competition!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-5647520173329313763</id><published>2009-11-03T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:28:03.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont know what to put as title..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SO let's see.. Bridging started yesterday.. It was alright but very tiring.. Damn sleepy in class.. F&amp;amp;N was ok. Went to the computer lab for geography to watch video and do forum posting but end up with so many people loggin in to facebook! Haha. Then was Maths. After Maths, went home and there was a super heavy rain. Reached home, took a bath and started to make pasta so I wont get so nervous for the competition. Haha. Not bad. But scalded myself. Stupid of me not to use shirt. Haha. After that, there was nothin interesting bout that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today.. Let's see.. Started off with a dry subject - Geography. Learn nothin but maps. Then English was ok. Break. POA!! Haha. Mrs Lai said I improved tremendously! Haha. Must continue to do well.. Then was Maths. After that, discuss bout tomorrow's pasta cooking competition.. Took a long time. Then went home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Somethin is for sure. I dont know why the fuck some so-called sibling of mine is so fucked up in the mind! One more time you piss me off, I swear that will be the last time you bitch around without thinking! I'm your brother. You dont treat me respect, neither will I treat you with respect cos now, you are nothing but just some piece of maggot lying in the house waiting to be fed. You are not a big deal. To me you are crap! So what if you scored higher than me in exams? You have got no character AT ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-5647520173329313763?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/5647520173329313763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=5647520173329313763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5647520173329313763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5647520173329313763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-know-what-to-put-as-title.html' title='Dont know what to put as title..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-2259227706525756301</id><published>2009-11-01T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:56:01.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bored so watched wrestling early in the morning. John Cena sucks big time. Wrestling moves are all so fake!! Then had brushed my teeth, had breakfast and took a bath. Changed and went down for lunch. Damn sad cos I had to go out. Fruit juice stall girl there! 22 days since I've last bought banana milkshake.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to Orchard.. Walked and shop for winter clothing not for myself of course. Mum bought me shoes! And I dont understand at times. When I want something, you want something too. When you want something, I dont need that thing cos I know how to spend. Learn how to spend and think at times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, I want to learn how to speak Italian and Spanish.. I've learnt Te Amo (Italian) and Te quiero (Spanish).. Guess what it means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-2259227706525756301?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/2259227706525756301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=2259227706525756301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2259227706525756301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2259227706525756301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/11/yet-another-day.html' title='Yet another day..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-3322647838729519333</id><published>2009-10-31T22:32:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:01:04.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results are out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Though I've improved in my grades, my results still suck big time. My class position remained. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played soccer yesterday after school. Haha. Mr Loh cracked jokes that are seriously hilarious! Played a while then went to the canteen and chat.. Talked rubbish and bout girls. Haha. Went home.. Nothin much happened. Except lots of nagging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.. Woke up, brushed my teeth then turned on the laptop. Watched wrestling when The Rock and Stone Cold were still around. I like when WWF and The Alliance fought! Haha. So cool. All of the biggest stars there! Then bathe. Went for lunch. Came back home. Cleaned my cupboard. Changed the bedsheet. Bathe again cos the whether is hot and I am perspiring. Then, it rained.. =.=. Went for dinner downstairs. Had oyster and fish and chips. After dinner, came home. Watched wrestling until now&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/8870150595457245817-3322647838729519333?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/3322647838729519333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=3322647838729519333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3322647838729519333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3322647838729519333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/10/results-are-out.html' title='Results are out!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-5710853924614396266</id><published>2009-10-27T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:07:47.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom kills!</title><content type='html'>What to do?? I am so bored.. After exams still have homework.. Grr..&lt;br /&gt;Drew more tattoos.. Want to draw her name in style! Oh yeah.. Heard mum booked the ticket to Bali already.. If I am not wrong, I'll be going on the 25th! And maybe for 2 weeks.. So that means I will have more time to cover my body with tattoos.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;And more time to be on the road riding the motorcycle.. And more time to spend with La Familia. More time to eat local food. More time to climb trees.. More time to go visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Already roughly planned out what I am gonna do in Bali.. But now, gotta wait for school results to see if I have done well otherwise I have no mood.. And there is still bridging. Ermm.. Cooking pasta competition on the 4th November. Health conference on the 18th. So damn bored.. Not many nice movies showing too. Wanted to watch Jennifer's Body but it is rated NC16. Haha. Maybe I should try my luck since I look 16. It is horror and there is Megan Fox in the movie! So it'll be hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. In the meantime, I still got lots of time to kill. Anyone wanna go and play pool with me? I want to increase my undefeated streak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-5710853924614396266?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/5710853924614396266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=5710853924614396266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5710853924614396266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5710853924614396266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/10/boredom-kills.html' title='Boredom kills!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-256818870033500064</id><published>2009-10-25T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:31:49.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Dad..</title><content type='html'>It's been exactly 6 years since Dad left the world. I miss dad so much.. I wish for him to be with me so much.. I remember all the time we spent. I wrestled with him, watched wrestling with him and even trained how to fight. I dont mind him smoking though I hate people who smoke. If only Dada was still alive, I wonder how much better and more interesting would my life be like. All I want is for Dad to rest in peace up there. Take care Dad. I really miss you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-256818870033500064?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/256818870033500064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=256818870033500064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/256818870033500064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/256818870033500064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing-dad.html' title='Missing Dad..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-6224253702128025492</id><published>2009-10-24T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:12:56.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results..</title><content type='html'>My results arent that good after all although I passed English like FINALLY! I didnt expect my composition to be relevant especially when I told friends bout what I wrote and they said "don't think can". But at least they encouraged me.. Thats why I can call them friends.. Damn stress.. But stress is over.. For now at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, started with this survey thing at 8. Then did a little Maths test. Dont know for what. Went to the AVA room after that. Didnt get back SS cos of those things early in the morning. Didnt want to see it anyway. Haha. Did not bad for English. Went for recess. During recess, went to play soccer. After that, got back more papers. And I passed F&amp;amp;N by half mark. Oh my goodness. Recieved POA paper 2. Did super badly. Got a long long lecture from teacher for not doing well in POA. After that, Donnie, Junior, Aven, Siva and myself went to play soccer again. Haha. They even teach me things. Aven is a really good friend. Played a while and went to coffeeshop. Sat down and have lunch. Then started talking bad bout people we detest and despise. Went to play at the playground and then furtherdown. Reached home at about 5+. Bathe, went for dinner and watched WWE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cant wait for Bragging Rights!&lt;br /&gt;**Dont know whether to confess my feelings for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-6224253702128025492?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/6224253702128025492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=6224253702128025492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6224253702128025492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6224253702128025492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/10/results.html' title='Results..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-8759032053577902637</id><published>2009-10-20T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:26:20.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.. The Marcus has come back to.. Blogspot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally... The Marcus has come back to.. Blogspot... Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's see.. I promised not to use the laptop till after exams and I did it! Hope all the midnight oil I burnt is worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Review on the past week. I really am going CRAZY!! 3 exam papers in 1 day? Thats insane man. Met Mr Logan on Tuesday I think.. Haha.. Almost his height now compared to the time when I was in Sec 1! And.. He remembers my name! Whoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today.. Got back biology paper.. Waited for Ms Chen till so late.. Failed biology. Hopefully I can pass my other subjects.. But I really am not the least bit confident. Went to Safra and emo.. Had Junior, Jarrett and Andrew for pool company.. I thrashed all of them! Hmmm.. Dont know whats wrong with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-8759032053577902637?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/8759032053577902637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=8759032053577902637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8759032053577902637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8759032053577902637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-marcus-has-come-back-to.html' title='Finally.. The Marcus has come back to.. Blogspot.'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-1794849371862809814</id><published>2009-10-07T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:58:29.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a living hell..</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm.. Bored so I'm blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was really really boring.. Nothin much for the day.. Oh yeah! Randy Orton is the new WWE Champion! Undertaker is the new World Heavyweight Champion and.... I am the future WWE or World Heavyweight Champion!! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (yesterday).. Started of with having POA test.. haha.. Gonna flunk.. All my tests are like (hmm. no word to describe). Then it was PE. Grr.. Sickening.. Because of my injured ankle, I cant do much. So be goal keeper.. Haha.. Then chinese.. recess.. 2 periods of Physics and English.. Then FT admin.. Then maths..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.. Went for chinese.. Then recess.. Then was SS followed by POA. I dont know why I got scolded for nothin.. Now I am sayin this in general.. Only the guilty will be afraid.. Why take comments to heart when it is not even meant for you? Anyway, I dont care.. Throw your temper around as much as you like.. Maths was tiring.. Brain cells dead.. Then geography was super hot.. Cos the air con in AVA room was not turned on.. Grr.. VE was doing surveys.. Thats all.. Got back home and sleep..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-1794849371862809814?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/1794849371862809814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=1794849371862809814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1794849371862809814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1794849371862809814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-living-hell.html' title='Life is a living hell..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-2573105081137345651</id><published>2009-10-04T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:47:25.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just something to update..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Let's see.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Monday.. Nothin much.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tuesday.. Floorball.. Social Studies test. Gonna flunk..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wednesday.. Chinese test. Gonna flunk.. Mum's birthday.. Got her cake.. Then she never even thank me! Thats just shit man.. Sometimes, I feel I'm not appreciated. Fine since you dont really treat me like your son.. Sometimes, this person never even treat me like a brother.. I dont get any respect even when I give people respect. Grrr! But I've learnt something and will always remember cos this made me know how much people around me mean to me. Daddy and my dear Odah especially. I've learnt that when you lose someone, only then will you learn the value of that someone. If Daddy was still alive, I would be watchin wrestling with him. And at least I have someone to chat about wrestling at home!!! From that day till now, I really feel like killing that guy that knocked Dad down. But that will be lettin him off. I WANNA MAKE HIM SUFFER!! He made me suffer. Count him lucky that I didnt see his face. Otherwise, I will hunt him down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Thursday.. Biology test.. Maths test.. Hmmm.. Hopefully I pass.. Physics remedial was awesome.. Just some people were fucked up.. Luckily Andrew and Aven calmed me down otherwise every ass I see, I will beat them up. Went home, punched and kicked the training gloves till my hands went red.. Maybe I'll upload the pic if someone wants to see.. Skin tore..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Friday.. NO tests.. PE played floorball.. Then did Social Studies mindmap after school.. Haha.. The played floorball. Played damn hardcore.. Played like as if it is the last day of exam. Then! I injure my ankle and knee.. =.='  Went home limping.. It was damn painful! Whats worse was, after I bathe, I had to go have dinner with Aunty Carol, Aunty Ellen and Aunty Doris.. Grr. All the way to Square 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saturday.. Went to the doctor that fixes bones.. Haha.. Starts with C. Dont know the spelling.. He crack and twisted my whole body.. Haha.. He said both my ankle bones were out.. The joints were not connected properly to the bones.. Haha.. Then had lunch.. Had banana juice! It's been 2 weeks! Hmmm.. The rest is pretty much boring..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss someone so badly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-2573105081137345651?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/2573105081137345651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=2573105081137345651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2573105081137345651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2573105081137345651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-something-to-update.html' title='Just something to update..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-667625418189357059</id><published>2009-09-26T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:46:45.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Cells dying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im so bored.. Dying out here.. Finally, my internet connection is alright! For now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday was grr.. Went to the doctor cos I've got some skin problems. Couldnt sleep since 3am. Looked like the Frankenstein monster. Then doctor gave me an injection and some pills.. Oh yeah. And I've got 1 day of MC too. So didnt go to school on tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wednesday. School was as usual.. Then CCA, played basketball with Andrew.. Then, headed to the air rifle range and shot 5. Suck at it. After that, learnt magic tricks with cards from Chng Hui. Went back around 7+. Tired. No mood to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thursday. Bored all the way. After school, had Physics test. Cant do well. Mr Cheng is gonna give us hell when we recieve our papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friday. Dont wanna talk bout school. Just like one part of the day. PE! Playin floorball is so fun but too many people playin. OH yeah.. To someone, you said your leg is injured, yet you still run around and play. Andrew just accidentally hit you and you behaved like some girl complaining and askin for a tissue. Loser.. After school, went to Entertainment Centre with 3 brothers.. Walked there and chat and chat. Had lunch then went back home. Came home, tired, sleep. Woke up at 8, had dinner then came back home. Watched F1. and wrestling.. Whoo hoo! 8 days time will be HELL IN A CELL!! Chat with a few people and they advised me to go for the girl I like. Andrew said he'll help. haha.. Haikel and Chng Hui said just go for it. Christiano said, whatever you do, dont regret. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-667625418189357059?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/667625418189357059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=667625418189357059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/667625418189357059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/667625418189357059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/09/brain-cells-dying.html' title='Brain Cells dying...'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-4220458903414160345</id><published>2009-09-19T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T19:37:23.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school and more!</title><content type='html'>(Mixed Vegetables and Chicken Soup - below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SrTB89FefxI/AAAAAAAAACM/R06XXk3XXP0/s1600-h/Mixed+Vegetables+and+Chicken+Soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383140707548430098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SrTB89FefxI/AAAAAAAAACM/R06XXk3XXP0/s320/Mixed+Vegetables+and+Chicken+Soup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                             (Fried Fish Slices - below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SrTBTMJKaNI/AAAAAAAAACE/4ksv-IX3dME/s1600-h/Fried+Fish+Slices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383139990035917010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SrTBTMJKaNI/AAAAAAAAACE/4ksv-IX3dME/s320/Fried+Fish+Slices.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                         (Fried Bean Sprouts - below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SrTA0lQy0FI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ofeDM_ay9UI/s1600-h/Fried+Bean+Sprouts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383139464202866770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SrTA0lQy0FI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ofeDM_ay9UI/s320/Fried+Bean+Sprouts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Monday! Back to school.. No fun at all.. So boring.. Oh yeah.. It was Yuni's birthday!! Happy Birthday!! Stay beautiful and cute like you always are! And good luck for your prelims and O levels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tuesday! After after maths, stayed back after school for bio.. Then went home.. Long day.. Hmmm. Then the 3 brothers want to have along chat. It has been quite a while since we've last chat like this since Junior likes to go home.. =.=" Haha. Then we decided to walk to central instead of taking a bus.. The last time we walk like this was start of this year I think.. Haha.. Oh yeah. Forgot to mention. I injure myself while playing football during PE. Haha. Andrew, it aint your fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wednesday. Stayed back for CCA. Funny part was, no one expected me to score quite a few 3 pointers! Haha.. I won the bet made by Aven and Qing Xiang! You two owe me drinks! Went home, took a bath, had dinner, then sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Thursday!!! Had biology test the first thing in the morning! Grr.. Dont know how I am gonna fair.. Just remembered! 3E2 has a co-form teacher. Dont know whats her name.. Yes, it is a her. Too bad she aint that hot.. Haha.. Kidding. No comment! Then for F&amp;amp;N, we did our execution for the coursework! Damn man.. So tired.. Dont know whether it is good or bad to Ms Z who is a wonderful F&amp;amp;N teacher! Haha. She was in a bad mood but I still dare to joke.. Haha.. Took pics (see above), let her see and tasted our food. Donnie's apple crumble was alright. The 3 brothers all cooked fish! Haha.. Cool right? We even thought bout opening an eatery together when we grow up.. Haha. Stayed back in school and chat with Jing Jie.. Tried Nicky's cookies.. Alright ok?! Whatever you do, you just gotta know, Me, Junior and Donnie supports you! Dont discourage yourself! You think I never fail cooking? No one is perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Friday.. Lessons were pretty much ok.. I dont understand POA! Oh my goodness! Never mind.. Cant ask seniors or online seniors.. Haha.. Then went out to have lunch with Grafico,Teddy,Jefry,Martin and Robert. Had pepper lunch.. Then went out with Grafico and Teddy to Bugis. Shopped around till we were tired.. Went back, had dinner, watched wrestling! Haha. I bought WWE magazine. I bet mum read it. haha. cool right?? I dont think there is restrictions now! Woo!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To end this boring post, I just gotta say something. Warning to all! I am dangerous. Try and talk to me in a sacarstic way or piss me off, I will make you suffer! Currently, there are 2 people on my "Gonna whack list". Brother Donnie knows who those two are.. Cya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-4220458903414160345?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/4220458903414160345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=4220458903414160345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4220458903414160345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4220458903414160345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-school-and-more.html' title='Back to school and more!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SrTB89FefxI/AAAAAAAAACM/R06XXk3XXP0/s72-c/Mixed+Vegetables+and+Chicken+Soup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-3720110482580382860</id><published>2009-09-13T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:34:29.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my. 1 week of holiday isnt enough..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Let's do a long review about this one week holiday shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Monday. Didnt do anything but started on homework. But I learnt something from Grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*When given an opportunity, take it because another opportunity like this will happen once in a blue moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*Never sacrifice for others too much. Know your limits because this world is evil and remember, trust no one but yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So yeah. Monday was pretty much a meaningful lesson for me by Grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tuesday, cant remember anything much but did more homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wednesday. Woke up freaking early like 8. Then did my F&amp;amp;N coursework from the start cos I lost my freaking thumbdrive. Then headed to Toa Payoh like at 11.30. Went to meet Nicky and Elisabeth. Bought Summerslam and The Matt and Jeff Hardy Story. Didnt watch wrestling for like dont know how long especially Pay-Per-Views. Grr. Thanks to mum I cant complete my collection since after Backlash. Then took a train ride to Yio Chu Kang. Need ta go to Nanyang Polytechnic to learn how to make pasta from scratch. Troublesome but fun! Haha. Oh yeah. We were crying while cutting the onion. Then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Thursday, Had Maths remedial early in the morning. Got back our test paper. Nicky is one freaking nerd. Nicky topped in the test paper again! Grr.. I must study hard.. Cant let Grandma down. Then did Physics mindmap till like nearly 3. Cos all of us were chattin and chattin. Haha. Funny part was when Siva started matchmaking people. Then dont know how, Siva start talking bout my ex-girlfriends. He asked if I was serious in any relationship. I am for some especially onE. Cos I know some are just playing with my heart. Went back home, didnt feel like having lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friday was freaking awesome! Woke up late like 11. Then bathe and changed. Went to have lunch and had BANANA MILKSHAKE! It has been like 13 days since I had one. The aunty is damn friendly to me. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday. Went to have lunch. Then went out with Grandma to Far East Plaza. Saw a heart-shaped necklace. Wanted to buy it for someone special but dont know how to give it to her. Then saw another necklace that has her initial! Wanted to buy that too but again, dont know how to give it to her. Hmmm.. Oh yeah.. I think I am still crazy over her. Just cant get her out of my head. Drew a tattoo which is her name and even wrote a poem in a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the poem :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To my dearest girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Words cannot describe how much I do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I will do anything for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even if you want the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the beautiful night sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or go anywhere you want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will take you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will do everything your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And anything you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you so deeply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And every night and day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yearning for you to be with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Je vous aime*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh yeah. Last thing. To some despos, get a life. You are pissing me off asshole. I will beat you up if you continue with your stupid antics! And to some people who talk sacarstically, two words, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SUCK IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;K. I think I watch too much of DX wrestling. Cya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-3720110482580382860?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/3720110482580382860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=3720110482580382860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3720110482580382860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3720110482580382860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-1-week-of-holiday-isnt-enough.html' title='Oh my. 1 week of holiday isnt enough..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-2861715811927231493</id><published>2009-09-06T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:02:22.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long long story..</title><content type='html'>Let's see.. Teachers' Day was celebrated on the 31st August. It was ACES day too. There was floorball. Then Junior was fucked up sayin I dont make a difference if I played. The first team played against 3T. 3T won. Yeah! So much for talkin big Junior, Donavan and Siva! Second team I played against 3N. Pretty strong team. And to Junior, I scored that 1 point which made it a draw asshole! Who says I dont make a difference fucker!? Then went back to my primary school after school! haha. Lots of memories! Stayed there and joked with the teachers.. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant remember after those days.. Then friday was totally (speechless).. Seriously whacked out. Got back report card..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, La Familia from Bali came over. I wanted to sleep longer cos I watched wrestling till like midnight but cant. Argh.. Tidied the house a little. Soon, they came. Four of them. Ahahaha.. And I have to call two of them Wak which means same rank as parents but older. Another I have to call Mbok which means sister and the kid, I address him by name. And! That little boy had to call me Om (uncle). Oh my goodness. I thought I was the youngest generation but that was for my Grandfather's side in Bali. Grandmother's side in Bali, I'm the youngest generation! Haha. So chat a while and had lunch. Went to Toa Payoh and shopped. Like I'm not bored going there almost everyday.. Then went back home.. Bored after that. And dinner, Grandma said she decided to go to some part of Malaysia with her side of the family. She asked if I wanted to follow but I said I dont feel like it as it is gonna be exams soon. Then she started her long long nag. Funny part was mum wanted to follow too so I said she can go. Nicky and I can take care of ourselves. Guess what? Neither grandma or her trusts us to live on our own!! What the fuck! I've been doing things to gain their trust but I get nothin?! That fuckin line they said made me so fuckin furious! Grr. Dont wanna say much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went out early like 12 plus to the airport to send La Familia back to Bali. Chat again.. Had lunch. Then they were off. Went to Terminal 3 and walked around. Fed-up with mum over something but realised it was no point gettin angry cos she still does what Nicky wants. I dont get anythin I want anyway. _|_! Got some stuff at Candy Empire. Ate lots. Went to Orchard. There was this crazy dude that knocked me so many times. He was yelling like some crazy bitch. Fuckin dog. I tell you, I almost hammered him. Count those fuckin lucky stars of his since it was a shopping centre. Had dinner at Novena. Some Korean food. Effing spicy I tell you. Oh yeah. Forgot to mention, I bought a necklace! A skull one! Cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-2861715811927231493?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/2861715811927231493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=2861715811927231493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2861715811927231493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2861715811927231493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-long-story.html' title='Long long story..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-6915713680080893284</id><published>2009-08-28T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:45:22.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick sick sick!</title><content type='html'>Tuesday was shit! Came back home and discovered I was running a temperature. So I told mum after dinner upteen times. Guess what was her reaction? Well, she ignored me. She just thinks I want to skip school. I sat down and rest and did homework. Repeated this cycle till like past midnight. Completed my homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school on Wednesday cos I have no MC or parental letter and it beats staying at home. Met Aunty Alleena during recess. Haha. Was forced to go back home but I didnt want to. Went to get permission slip from Mdm Tan but she had lots of stuff to attend to. Argh. So left around 4 plus. Reached home, slept a while. Told grandma I was feeling unwell. Woke up, took a quick shower. Went to the doctor at 7. He said I have bronchitis, bad cough and lots of phlegm. Not like what people think is H1N1. Haha. He gave me 5 different kind of medicine. Oh my goodness! Went back, didnt have appetite. Ate a lil then had medicine and sleep. Oh yeah. Forgot to mention, it was Donavan's birthday! And thanks to those who were concern bout me in school.. Donavan, Junior, Andrew, Aven, Joey, Elisabeth, Naufal, Jarrett, Jing Yang and Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. Donavan messaged askin if I was going to school. Haha.. Thought I was going to miss out on bio lesson cos it was about the sheep's heart but heard from Andrew that it will be postponed till next week. Cant remember what I did after that. Took lots of cooling drinks and stuff cos I wanted to recover fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! Woke up super early... just to vomit. Sigh. Bad stomach. Good thing is my temperature is below 37.5! No more fever! Whoo hoo! Stoning at home. So bored.. Maybe I'll update more later. See if I can remember anything else that happened these past few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-6915713680080893284?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/6915713680080893284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=6915713680080893284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6915713680080893284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6915713680080893284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/08/sick-sick-sick.html' title='Sick sick sick!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-7443178757714434719</id><published>2009-08-22T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:10:36.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe.. I am back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let's see.. People are pissing me off these days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played rugby on tuesday and got tackled.. But fun though.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Common tests over.. Result sucks.. Not expected.. Pissed off with some people.. I feel I'm treated unfairly at home.. Got into fights.. Now WARNING to all : Try and cross me and I will beat the crap outta you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I only remember my dear dear grandma's birthday.. Aunty Alleena and Uncle Stanley treated grandma to lunch at some restaurant. Hmmm. I felt inferior.. I feel so useless cos I cant give grandma any birthday present. I already saved up like more than 200 bucks cos I wanna buy her jewellery since she likes it. But dont know which one to choose. Furthermore, she doesnt want me to spend money on her. So I secretly put some money in her wallet. Good thing she didnt realise.. And one thing I know, when I am feeling shitty, I will confide in her.. And she will advise me. She told me&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;,"Life is a journey that never will be smooth. There will be obstacles and you have to conquer it. Whether you take a long time or short time, you will conquer it and make it to the finishing point."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is one of the reasons I love grandma so much. I love nobody as much as her be it my girlfriend or wife or even my mother. I am also very down these few days and have nobody to confide to. Dont wanna trouble grandma as it might add on to her worries. And if I do, I am being an asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of them that I wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Everytime I pray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;All I ask is for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Is just a little love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But all I get,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Is nothing in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I do so many things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Trying to make you proud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But still I get nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Everytime I try to cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No tears will flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Everytime I try to kill myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I still wont go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today (Saturday), woke up early in the morning like 8. Then went to Novena at 10. Met Naufal and Jarrett. Then Brandon and Randal came. We did geography project then had lunch. I drank banana milkshake twice. Then dinner, had another banana milkshake. Hehe. So nice.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Just thinking of her makes me want to be a better person. Want to change to be good. Not only her, but also grandma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;** I need someone who understands me, who cares for me and who loves me for who I am and not play around with my heart. Been thru shit in a few relationships. Now, I want serious and not be a casanova like what people thinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***To me, loneliness is a kind of feeling you get when you have no love. I dont feel love at home..&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/8870150595457245817-7443178757714434719?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/7443178757714434719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=7443178757714434719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7443178757714434719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/7443178757714434719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/08/hehe-i-am-back.html' title='Hehe.. I am back!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-1481955801169791607</id><published>2009-08-08T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:36:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggin.. Again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/Sn1i_-lOWaI/AAAAAAAAABs/x63dSZle-sU/s1600-h/lovely+lavender+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367555182165907874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/Sn1i_-lOWaI/AAAAAAAAABs/x63dSZle-sU/s320/lovely+lavender+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. To Joey: Here is my blog post. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmmm. Let's see.. I remembered studyin.. Haha. Duh.. had alot of class tests.. Gonna flunk alot.. Shit.. Oh yeah.. I had a funny dream.. Christopher Daniels a.k.a The Fallen Angel a.k.a Curry Man taught me how to wrestle. Seriously. haha. In my dream I felt so high doing suplexes, powerbombs, dropkicks and stuff like that. After that woke up at 7. Couldnt sleep. Haha. I think I watch too much wrestling.. Too much WWE and TNA. Haha. Oh yeah. That reminds me, I havent bought 5 WWE pay-per-views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm.. I remembered what someone said when I was talkin bout storybooks. I aint the type of person that reads so I was just commenting. Not insultin anyone anyway. And this person was like,"Your english content sucks. No big deal if your language is good" Fine. No one asked for that bloody comment of yours. Ya.. Your english is so great. That doesnt mean you are given the right to insult others ass.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm. The National Day celebration was fun! Haha. Helped 3e3 promote their ice pops. Haha. 3E2 finished fast! No one cares bout shift! All helped together! Whoo hoo! Class work! Went back home. Slept a while.. Then had dinner and bla bla bla..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah. I find Milena Roucka super hot! Look at the picture on top!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8870150595457245817-1481955801169791607?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/1481955801169791607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=1481955801169791607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1481955801169791607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1481955801169791607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/08/bloggin-again.html' title='Bloggin.. Again..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/Sn1i_-lOWaI/AAAAAAAAABs/x63dSZle-sU/s72-c/lovely+lavender+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-6344142147399684987</id><published>2009-07-26T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:08:34.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah!</title><content type='html'>Been a quite a hell for the week. Had tests.. Failed physics by 2 marks. Passed chinese by 2 marks. Haha.. Got smacked while playin floorball. Bleed a hell lot. Now my lips are like swollen on the inside. Sorta like blue-black. ARGH. So difficult to eat.. Went to have lunch while doing F&amp;N homework with Donavan and Junior. Haha. Hell lot of fun! Eat and eat and eat. Walked and walked and eat somemore.. Haha.. Then headed back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to upload pictures on blogger but cant. So I dont know how the hell am I gonna do the blog posting for F&amp;N.. Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.. Just wondering. Is it better to be loved by someone or to love someone? I feel it is better to be loved.. Cos there would be a sense of warmth. Cos if you love someone and the person doesnt appreciate, so what for? (just being random)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-6344142147399684987?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/6344142147399684987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=6344142147399684987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6344142147399684987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6344142147399684987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/07/woah.html' title='Woah!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-5549704165814474902</id><published>2009-07-19T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:04:02.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;College Dorm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On the first day of college, the Dean addressed thestudents, pointing outsome of the rules: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"The female dormitory will be out-of-bounds for all male students, and the male dormitory to the female students. Anybody caught breaking this rule will be fined $20 the first time." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He continued,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Anybody caught breaking this rule the second time will be fined $60. Being caught a third time will cost you a fine of$180. Are there any questions?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At this point, a male student in the crowd inquired:"How much for a season pass?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha. Stupid joke a friend told me..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Funny? Then laugh. Not funny, shut up. No one asked for your comment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hmmm.. Life is really screwed up. Guess everyone is tired of readin this huh.. I feel life is like wrestling. You get into the ring, you wrestle. You throw punches to defend yourself. You can be stupid and let them hit you. Tag partners are like friends. Sometimes they will help you. At times they will backstab you. Day in day out, everything will be the same. At times, life will be really at its lowest point. Like when you have hardcore matches, there will be more blood. Things will tire the wrestler out even more. Plus, you've got to entertain the fans no matter what. Just like my life. When I get shit from people, I will defend myself. Obviously, I retaliate when they push their limit. Friends are loyal but you never know when you will get backstabbed. Those hardcore matches are like my life at home. Every single day I'm nothing but a piece of trash that no one bothers to look at. How do you think I'd feel? You wont know cos you arent me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Enough of my boring post. No one is going to read anyway. &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/8870150595457245817-5549704165814474902?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/5549704165814474902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=5549704165814474902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5549704165814474902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5549704165814474902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-another-post.html' title='Just another post..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-8870250817441701565</id><published>2009-07-16T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:33:06.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Today had biology lessons.. Did experiment.. So eff-ing tired.. Argh.. Had physics.. Then 1 period of Maths. Ms Angie taught us the profit and loss thing. So easy! Haha.. For now.. Haha.. Then recess.. After that, had maths test. SO DIFFICULT!! Think gonna have borderline pass or maybe fail.. haha.. Then was F&amp;amp;N. Learnt how to clean fish and squid. So effing smelly cos of the damn blood! Got cut because one part of the fish was sharp.. Stupid fish.. Steamed it and went for FT Admin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Went back to collect the damn fish.. Had biology remedial. Then talked with Ms Chen. At least she understand me. But no one in this world can understand me much. I think only she knows why I have a lot of girlfriends in the past. She gave some advice then listened to it.. I also heard alot of teachers know bout my background.. Quite shockin.&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, doesnt make a difference.. I'm still compared with Nicky in school. I suck at studies compared to Nicky. Bla bla bla. Always the same fuckin comments. Not every teacher encourages. Some are fucked up screwed up shits. Went back. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My bag smelt like fish! What the hell! Then my books were stained with the gravy! Bio practical workbook, chinese composition book, english magazine and my new maths 10 year series book! SHIT! SO smelly!! Sprayed perfume on it.. Still doesnt work.. Hopefully the smell goes away..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miss my childhood days so much.. Hmmm.. If only I could rewind time. I will undo all the shit mistakes I've made.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-8870250817441701565?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/8870250817441701565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=8870250817441701565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8870250817441701565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8870250817441701565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-8026541311825131892</id><published>2009-07-12T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:12:38.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah!! Didnt post for 1 week...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. Let's see. Aunty Carol's birthday was last week on Sunday.. Went to eat at Furama hotel. Had indonesian buffet.. Cool right! I had like 8 scoops of ice cream. Went back then did homework. grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bla bla bla.. Bio teacher came back on friday. Didnt want to talk to her. I just realised the school has so many relief teachers.. And some are pretty! haha.. seriously.. Then Miss Ang's birthday was thursday.. So was Eunice and Big bro Grafico. Haha. Went to go shoppin with Grafico on friday. So hilarious. When Grafico was shoppin for belt, a lady staff looked at me cos I was waitin for Grafico and she said Hi. Haha.. He was so stunned. Went to shop for shirt at Guess, the staff smiled at me and said Hi.. Haha!!! The smile I give to people will be reciprocated! Grafico asked,"eh, how come the pretty pretty female staff always smile at you ah? " Then I joked sayin cos I have killer looks and a killer smile.. Haha!! Then went out to have dinner with Belinda, mum and Eddie.. Dinner was ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday! Went out at 4 plus to east coast. Rode bicycle and then had dinner at a korean restaurant. Haha.. Not bad G. So tired.. So much homework left.. Gonna design another tattoo.. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-8026541311825131892?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/8026541311825131892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=8026541311825131892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8026541311825131892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8026541311825131892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/07/ah-didnt-post-for-1-week.html' title='Ah!! Didnt post for 1 week...'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-8432334787119879321</id><published>2009-07-04T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:12:04.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed up life of mine.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. I'm so bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's so screwed up that I cant describe.&lt;br /&gt;All the bullshit that I feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;(This is from Dope's song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was like fucked up. First period was Chinese.. Mrs Woo is still so patient teachin me Chinese.. Haha.. Then was bio.. The most fucked-up lesson of the day. Ms Chen was like teasin me somethin but I dont care. Then some bloody fucker had to open her fuckin mouth when she had nothin to do with this fuckin business and tell some fuckin story to Ms Chen. And as usual the story doesnt come from the people involved and Ms Chen believed it! WHAT THE FUCK! I got scolded for nothin! ASSHOLE! Anyway, she asked whats the reason and I didnt wanna tell her. I mean you already have the mindset I'm the bad guy so for what reason would I want to tell her? Bla bla bla.. Boring after that.. After school, went to have lunch with Brother Donnie. Chat a while and he apologised for addin fire in bio class. So he said lots of stuff and advised me. He is not that childish after all. Look like one, behave like one but doesnt have a total mind of one. Then bought Cocktail. Sat down at the stairs with brother donnie and had a long talk. Haha. Last time we chat like this was with brother Junior. Went back home. Felt like killing some people. I dont know why.. Then was playin with the chopper at home.. Went online..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-8432334787119879321?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/8432334787119879321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=8432334787119879321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8432334787119879321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/8432334787119879321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/07/screwed-up-life-of-mine.html' title='Screwed up life of mine.'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-6919054510516777787</id><published>2009-07-01T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:33:20.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh.. So tired..</title><content type='html'>School sucks. Haha. Teachers who read this must be hoppin mad now. Haha!! Cant imagine the look on their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Let's see.. School reopened and there were stuff like havin checks at main gate. Haha. Took temperature and it was 37.4! Mr Cheng almost sent me down. Then first 3 periods were free.. Mr Cheng showed us ways to wash hands properly and stuff bout the swine flu. So ridiculous. So many cases yet school is still open. Not that I dont want to go to school but isnt our safety first? But it is better we go to school cos I'm bored at home. Oh yeah. Realised I was still in the same class.. Screw it! Nicky should stay. I move cos I did not improve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, relief teacher came for our VE lesson. Haha. Miss Angie remembers me so fast. Haha. Lots of homework..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, PE wasnt fun. Just played for 5 minutes. Grrrr.. Then Geography lesson was so so so quiet. Haha. I didnt say boring. Chinese was free period. Miss Chua came.. Had recess then went up for Maths then POA. F&amp;amp;N was last 2. Argh.. We have so many things to do. Coursework and 3 assignments.. GRRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. I'm bored..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-6919054510516777787?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/6919054510516777787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=6919054510516777787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6919054510516777787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/6919054510516777787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/07/argh-so-tired.html' title='Argh.. So tired..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-5366799376772048582</id><published>2009-06-26T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:36:51.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about time i did another post of my boring life.. haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Damn it.. Cant remember what I did these few days.. Just homework, homework and more homework.. I dont even know what teachers are thinkin sometimes. One thing is for sure. They dont get the meaning of holidays. Argh.. I'm so freakin tired of everythin. Being fed-up with some fuckers. No energy left.. Somethin for sure.. I wanna learn to control my temper. Haha.. Hard. And people wont believe in that. Haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anyway. Today went out early with Nicky and Joey. Both so emo. So try to cheer them up but dont know how to. Went to Raffles Place. Had salad and ice chocolate. Then tried again to cheer them up. After that, we headed to Lucky Plaza. Shopped around for some gifts for E's birthday. Got somethin and hope she likes it. Walked around then watched Nicky eat Carl's Jr's hotdog. Haha. sounds wrong. Walked around then headed to Toa Payoh Safra. Played snooker instead of pool. Damn difficult. Went back. And I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To: Joey and Nicky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dont be worried all the time yeah. Dont have to be sad ok? I know that there is nothin currently for you two to be happy about but try to overcome this. And take this advice from me. Life is short. Enjoy it in the sweetest way ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-5366799376772048582?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/5366799376772048582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=5366799376772048582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5366799376772048582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/5366799376772048582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/06/about-time-i-did-another-post-of-my.html' title='about time i did another post of my boring life.. haha'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-1550006245199190340</id><published>2009-06-18T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:39:04.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really am gonna whack some people up..</title><content type='html'>To some people, I'm like a punching bag where they can throw their temper on me. What the fuck! And some fuckers dont understand me even after knowing me for so long? What the fuck! Anihoo.. I drew a tattoo and kept it safe somewhere from anyone. Hehe.. It is for my someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see it? Haha.. I'll upload it if you wanna see it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.. I dont know what I did these days.. Just fuckin lazy to do all those fuckin piece of papers students call homework.. Fuckin stupid cos it is the holidays.. What does holiday mean? It means having enjoyment and resting. But with these screwed up stuff, how the hell are we gonna enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anihoo.. Elisabeth's birthday is comin up.. I seriously dont know what to get her. But I promise I'll get her something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so grrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-1550006245199190340?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/1550006245199190340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=1550006245199190340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1550006245199190340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/1550006245199190340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-really-am-gonna-whack-some-people-up.html' title='I really am gonna whack some people up..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-2885293347855308891</id><published>2009-06-15T11:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:44:15.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling, BBQ and more..</title><content type='html'>Friday.. Went out like 1.. Then met Andrew. Nicky, Andrew and me all went to Kallang for bowling.. Haha.. On the way, we were like bragging who is better.. Walked quite far.. Forgot which route... Then both of them started to complain.. Reached there. Had a drink at KFC. Went bowling! Andrew beat me the first few frames.. He had no strikes thruout the whole game! HAHA! I had 4! Wanna know the score?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My score 107 ( I know.. It sucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew 89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My score 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew 74&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My score 86.. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew 53..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were freakin tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Bishan for BBQ.. The food was not bad.. Stayed till 10? Haha.. Good bonding for us.. Like Aven, Andrew, Donavan, Junior, Joey.. Haha.. Cool friends I've got.. Feel like family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt do anythin much.. Just remembered went to eat Subway yesterday.. Had tuna sandwich.. And cold cut trio.. Damn pig.. Ahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Woke up so late.. Like 11? Then skipped lunch.. Haha.. Met Joey and Nicky at McDonalds.. Chat and Joey kept rebuttin everythin I say.. +.+ Haha.. Then we went to play pool.. Joey's first time but not bad.. She almost kicked Andrew's ass! (not literally though) Then went to the pasar malam.. Bought some snacks.. Sat down and chat.. Went to Mos Burger.. Went home.. Ate Mee Goreng at the coffee shop.. Damn friggin hungry.. Reached home.. Bathe.. Now updating this dead blog.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. Been checkin tattoo designs these past 2 weeks.. I also signed up for some tattoo stuff.. Gonna draw and design a tattoo for my special someone when I go to Bali.. Gonna be a surprise for her.. Haha.. Oh yeah.. Just drew one already.. Not that good though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-2885293347855308891?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/2885293347855308891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=2885293347855308891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2885293347855308891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/2885293347855308891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/06/bowling-bbq-and-more.html' title='Bowling, BBQ and more..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-3211188578130918983</id><published>2009-06-11T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:46:57.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin to do.. But good things do happen..</title><content type='html'>Cant remember which day.. When out with Nicky.. Then changed the guitar strings.. After that, took train home.. Nicky went in the train.. I went in the next one.. Oh yeah.. I was in the train surrounded by beautiful ladies.. Haha.. I think around 20 their age? Then there was this babe who wanted to get off at Somerset.. I was text messaging then suddenly, she held my triceps and biceps.. Haha.. I was damn stunned.. So I muttered sorry. She smiled at me then walked past. Then I didnt recieve a reply so I kept lookin at the glass.. Dont know what to do so counted the number of pimples I squeezed on my face. Lame right? Haha.. Got down, saw Nicky and Nicky said,"You should have been on the same train with me. There was this cute girl you know!" Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. Yesterday was great.. Went for lunch.. Ate chicken rice.. The funny part was when I bought chicken rice, the lady called me,"di di". Haha.. At least better than last time.. This time, there is no "Xiao" otherwise that would make me sound so small.. Then bought banana milkshake. The bloody uncle helpin out was askin the aunty,"How much is banana milkshake ah?" Then she turned around and smiled at me and answered.. Haha.. Not bad. She knew it would be me.. I know have this dude who likes the girl too.. Haha.. But the aunty doesnt seem to like him.. Just serve normally with no smile.. Haha.. Do I stand a chance? Haha.. The aunty didnt make the milkshake this time.. She did and it taste great! Seriously.. Went back home.. Did homework while watching Death Race. Fell asleep halfway thru..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.. Went out with Naufal, Jarrett and Nicky. Chat at Square 2 and discussed bout Geography.. Bought lunch.. Oh yeah.. I wont patronise that fuckin stall cos that fella is like so fucked up.. I came first, ordered the food and gave the money.. Then this ang moh came.. That fella still have give my order to the cook. What the fuck. Then the ang moh ordered already then she gave the food to the ang moh first! Bloody fucker! SO FUCKIN SELFISH! Just because what he is a tourist and white? I hate when people look down on skin colour! SO fuckin racist especially when you dont treat your own people good first! Fuck!! Bought a chocolate truffle cake then went to Funan. Looked around at stuff.. Went to Raffles City TopMan.. Oh yeah.. There was this toddler in the pram about to cry.. I looked at the toddler and smile then he smiled so wide! Haha.. Damn cute!! Seriously.. Told Naufal, Naufal smiled at the toddler and he started to lift his legs up and down.. Haha.. So happy! These little things make joy in you and the kid.. Then went to Marina Bay. Took the train from there.. Saw this babe.. And another babe.. Haha.. One dropped off at Newton while another at Novena.. Haha.. Not bad ah.. Went back, helped Nicky wrapped a gift.. Bathe then went to eat at Pastamania.. Went home. Did homework.. Teachers have no life.. Argh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-3211188578130918983?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/3211188578130918983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=3211188578130918983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3211188578130918983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/3211188578130918983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothin-to-do-but-good-things-do-happen.html' title='Nothin to do.. But good things do happen..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-4966378886799846146</id><published>2009-06-07T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:36:42.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sry for the long update..</title><content type='html'>Let's see.. Remedial the whole of last week.. D went back.. OH yeah.. Ate lots and lots of durian.. Watched Night At The Museum 2!! Freakin good movie!! Everyone should watch! Haha.. I like the Egyptian Pharoah! Thats why I love Egpyt so much!! I love the culture, the history everything (not in the movie, it is in one book of mine)! Oh yeah.. I so wanna get the knife.. Damn.. Didnt get to see Pussycat Dolls here.. Argh. I wanna see Ashley, the hottest among them! All of them are beautiful though.. Oh yeah.. If I can, I wanna see Lady GaGa on the 14th! I'm so crazy about her! I got her album and play her songs! I even got her picture as my desktop background! Haha.. Hmmm.. Let's see.. Today ate a lot for lunch and dinner.. Then before dinner at around 4, I watched "Ghosts of Girlfriends Past". It is a freakin great show! I've learnt something from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave the person who you love and loves you just because of the smallest mistake. And I just learnt something more after that movie. Life is full of mistakes. People make mistakes. A mistake can change your whole life so do something that you wont regret in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-4966378886799846146?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/4966378886799846146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=4966378886799846146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4966378886799846146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4966378886799846146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/06/sry-for-long-update.html' title='Sry for the long update..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-9098699791466593862</id><published>2009-06-01T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:49:33.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eres la chica más bonita......Usted es la chica más hermosa..'/><title type='text'>I know.. Last post was long long ago..</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. I know my last post was long long ago.. Joey told me to update.&lt;br /&gt;Let's recall what I've been doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday went for the talk at Kallang stadium bout the umpire thing. Haha.. So skipped class.. It is damn boring. The talk was like 4 hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.. Cant remember anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. First day training for umpire. Went for briefing first. Then nearly fell asleep. So pretend to rub my eyes so I can get a little rest.. Stupid I know.. Then tried out the practical. Made some new friends. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. Reached there late.. Then that fella asked why we reach so late bla bla bla.. Sat at the back.. Took down some notes cos Friday will have a theory test.. Then Melvyn and Syafiq arent bothered. They asked me to let them copy later.. Then Melvyn told me this girl kept looking at me and he said her name was Whitney.. Haha.. Quite pretty la.. Then I didnt believe so when I look she turned back. So every now and then she kept looking back. Not long, went for practical. Haha. Became the referee so I was irritating Syafiq when we were playing a real match. Every now and then I would "Preet!" and say that he did a foul. As usual, he would say,"Eh! Referee kayu la! Two words: Fuck you!" haha. Then I blew the whistle again and said he had an unsportsmanlike foul.. Haha! Then he started laughing.. Finished at 6. Reached home at 7 plus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday! Last day of umpiring!! Woo hoo! Made our way there as usual.. Then played basketball before the test start. She was like staring at me from afar.. Then suprisingly, 5 2-pointers straight! Had the test. Gonna fail..Haha.. Then, Played a game.. Was running then that bloody asshole dont want to pass when I'm open. The other guy pass then I just scored a 3 pointer! Haha! Melvyn then shout,'Lucky'! Haha.. She was like smiling.. Around 6 we finished. Went back to school cos of PTM. Results fuckin shit.. But Mr Cheng encouraged me to do better. Now I'm banned from watching wrestling, I have to go for tuition and dont know what other shit I'm gonna get from grandma.. Argh. Might as well die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.. Went out.. Walked around Plaza Singapura.. Saw lots of collection stuff.. Saw so many wrestling cds. Damn tempted to buy. Argh! Oh yeah.. I saw this knife. It is so nice.. Gonna get one for myself.. Hehe.. But I'm underage. Need someone to help me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Went out to temple and pray.. No fuckin mood.. Walked round then went home.. I mean like what the fuck. You dont care where is grandma.. Fuck you! You show no respect. Had dosai for dinner.. Not bad ah.. I can eat like some expert.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Had chinese supplementary.. No mood study.. No fuckin encouragement from anybody.. Look down just because of my marks. Got 4th in class in sec 1 you dont fuckin care. So of course why should I care? Laughed so much in class today becos of cow,moats and tall freak. Went to McD and ate lunch. Before that, played at the arcade.. Haha. Came back. Sleep then bathe. Had dinner at Pizza hut.. Went to grandma's house and watched music videos.. Came back.. Aint ready for POA tomorrow.. Fuck..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870150595457245817-9098699791466593862?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/9098699791466593862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=9098699791466593862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/9098699791466593862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/9098699791466593862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-last-post-was-long-long-ago.html' title='I know.. Last post was long long ago..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870150595457245817.post-4061310117352320675</id><published>2009-05-24T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:04:20.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a random post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Title of this poem:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Everything about you reminds me of&lt;/span&gt; a rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The sweet scent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;of yours is like my dope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The colour red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;reminds me of your cheeks so rosey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The stalk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;is like your body so slim, so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But, there is one thing for sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every rose has its thorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;And yours is the spell that you cast on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Which makes me love you more each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Aint that good.. Random!*&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/8870150595457245817-4061310117352320675?l=badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/4061310117352320675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870150595457245817&amp;postID=4061310117352320675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4061310117352320675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870150595457245817/posts/default/4061310117352320675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badbloodmarcus.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-random-post.html' title='Just a random post..'/><author><name>-(Bad Blood)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09155002905334283588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfeSDTeFthA/SLPKnIBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L3gCsj-uSjs/S220/Me...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
