<?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-6865748660794926623</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:07:02.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Just Sooo Me!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-7383809406409253923</id><published>2008-02-08T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:26:55.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushie Push!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60qmfAXsWI/AAAAAAAAALY/HUuqjWbsqQo/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164831188310274402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="129" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60qmfAXsWI/AAAAAAAAALY/HUuqjWbsqQo/s320/DSC00045.JPG" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60pmXL2jhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/px816hsznlA/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164830086699322898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="136" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60pmXL2jhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/px816hsznlA/s320/DSC00044.JPG" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Top pictures: Clement Lim and Jonathan Whye blocking the flow of the rest of the 4.11 boys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. lame prawn la (lame sia). haha. there was once we just finished our lecture, then clement was bored or something, so he decided to block off the rest of the 4.11 boys from the staircase. HOW? by using his body. haha. the rest of the 4.11 boys were like: "ok on the count of 3 push ok? one, two, three! PUSH!" haha.. but it so didnt budge. smart ppl like me then decided to use another staircase! haha. then we rushed up there and started snapping picts of clement and jon whye in action. XD. it sure was a funny and fabulous sight to see the whole class ganging up on 2 jokers and the 2 jokers seemed to be winning. haha. xD. sian. i so miss my old class. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865748660794926623-7383809406409253923?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/7383809406409253923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=7383809406409253923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/7383809406409253923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/7383809406409253923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2008/02/pushie-push.html' title='Pushie Push!'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60qmfAXsWI/AAAAAAAAALY/HUuqjWbsqQo/s72-c/DSC00045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-4748642963197127854</id><published>2008-02-08T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:11:16.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prasad? wads he doing there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60nM3L2jgI/AAAAAAAAALI/8rvV4U_ULjE/s1600-h/Photo_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164827449589403138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="198" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60nM3L2jgI/AAAAAAAAALI/8rvV4U_ULjE/s320/Photo_14.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Prasad and his stupid face on the school's iMac. good thing i saved it wahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60l0XL2jfI/AAAAAAAAALA/lZsGm_oR0bo/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164825929170980338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60l0XL2jfI/AAAAAAAAALA/lZsGm_oR0bo/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(A picture of Prasad?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.. you know right, there was this one time i was coming back from school. yea. was really really REALLY tired.. then hor. i alighted from bus 75, and stopped short on my track. i froze. i was staring at this advert on 100+. haha. cos i looked at it from far and i was like: "oh my goodness... what is Prasad doing there? is he like advertising for something?" haha. and furthermore it was raining on that day! i was like stoning in the rain and ppl at the bus stop were simply just stoning at me. haha. it took me about 4 minutes to realise i was drenched to the core that i ran into my house. haha. the next day i then decided to take this photo of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, what do you guys think? doesnt he look like prasad from afar? haha.. i nearly died when i saw that la. haha. oh wells.. i guess thisll be all the fun ill type for this event! XD. till next time!&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/6865748660794926623-4748642963197127854?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/4748642963197127854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=4748642963197127854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/4748642963197127854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/4748642963197127854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2008/02/prasad-wads-he-doing-there.html' title='Prasad? wads he doing there?'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60nM3L2jgI/AAAAAAAAALI/8rvV4U_ULjE/s72-c/Photo_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-1328928477553031441</id><published>2008-01-29T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:54:41.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flubbertasia!</title><content type='html'>haha&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60e8XL2jZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/viE47u1ZUW8/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164818370028539282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60e8XL2jZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/viE47u1ZUW8/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sugar spice, and everything Not nice! haha. these are the ingredients used to create the disgusting slimy flubber!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R58G0XL2jRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hkW8Gppw9hQ/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160851194636569874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="179" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R58G0XL2jRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hkW8Gppw9hQ/s320/DSC00007.JPG" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R58HBXL2jSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QlGHIveUDGk/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160851417974869282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="205" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R58HBXL2jSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QlGHIveUDGk/s320/DSC00006.JPG" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R58G0XL2jRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hkW8Gppw9hQ/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Top, Toppest: Clement playing ball games in class)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. this will most probably be the last post ill be posting for today regarding what happened last year. sheesh. ive got more to post about. haiz. oh wells, here goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea!!! school is finally over!! haha.. so now its post exam activities. everyone is having a whale of a time, and in comes Mdm Wong Li Nap with her famous experiment, the Flubber experiment! haha.. well, basically it just involves stirring guar gum and some of this 'tzup (in case u dunno wad tzup is, i meant it as liquid)' like substances into a styrofoam cup. stir and mix properly till the substance is very sticky and ta dah! you get ur flubber! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R58Hz3L2jUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/W6XAjmfjAmo/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160852285558263106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="201" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R58Hz3L2jUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/W6XAjmfjAmo/s320/DSC00014.JPG" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(The Flubber Sean Nai thew and it exploded in the air. sorry the pict not nice cos i took this without permission in class ah ha ha ha . XD)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, after that Mdm Wong went about explaining the fun and joy in throwing flubber around. she was like: "oh flubber is very sticky, you can play around with it, stretch it, and do wadever you like with it!" then sean nai took his own red flubber, and decided to throw it into the air. somehow (i dunno how) it just simply exploded in the air, spraying red crap everywhere, INCLUDING MY PENCIL BOX! arrgh.. haha. then he had to clean up. i can tell you it was no easy job cos the flubber was practically everywhere including the ceiling. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60dl3L2jWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Zm_3eNWP87o/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164816883969854818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" height="194" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60dl3L2jWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Zm_3eNWP87o/s320/DSC00028.JPG" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60dK3L2jVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YVWoOSv4qTw/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164816420113386834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60dK3L2jVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YVWoOSv4qTw/s320/DSC00027.JPG" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Jerome and his handiwork [before] and Jerome cleaning up his handicraft [after] so sorry abt the picts! haf to shrink them so the captions can be seen. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then Jerome decided to do what sean nai did too!&lt;/span&gt; he took his own flubber and threw it near the Singapore flag. it seriously got glued there. haha. then mdm wong was like, jerome stop throwing things around. haha. at least the blue flubber that jerome threw was not that sticky and can be removed easily. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells, that dat was seriously the funniest part of the year, where we get to play and fool around. haha. here are some more picts that i took of the class:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60d_3L2jXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tJr1vvfx4qo/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164817330646453618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="218" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60d_3L2jXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tJr1vvfx4qo/s320/DSC00033.JPG" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i believe uve heard of the word Mosaic, but have you heard of the word, POSIAC? *pronounced* posie-saac-ic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60gPHL2jeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zp3N2nUpnMk/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164819791662714338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="203" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60gPHL2jeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zp3N2nUpnMk/s320/DSC00035.JPG" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(shafiq smiling at the camera! haha.. i believe that was his 3rd time making the flubber thingum. wonder what happened to the previous two. hmmmm...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60ftHL2jcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/kaW_LIldyVI/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164819207547162050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="209" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60ftHL2jcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/kaW_LIldyVI/s320/DSC00025.JPG" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(haha! somehow this got stuck on a piece of newspaper and i found it so darn funny that i decided to take a photo of it. haha. the poor model got his butt dirtied)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60f53L2jdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lJipX74sBOc/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164819426590494162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="219" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60f53L2jdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lJipX74sBOc/s320/DSC00022.JPG" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(my 3rd brother, Everett and his flubber XD)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60fZXL2jbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/bTwIMuYcmj4/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164818868244745650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="194" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60fZXL2jbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/bTwIMuYcmj4/s320/DSC00047.JPG" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Hmmm.. jim? i wonder... what did u do to the car hmmmm????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60fKnL2jaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/a_pjhkgLSyo/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164818614841675170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="216" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60fKnL2jaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/a_pjhkgLSyo/s320/DSC00030.JPG" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(good fwend and his flubber!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60emXL2jYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PLlTHS6IfKY/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164817992071417218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60emXL2jYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PLlTHS6IfKY/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(jerrold and victor chang chit ann.... bla bla bla and so on and so forth taking a phot with their guar gum!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865748660794926623-1328928477553031441?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/1328928477553031441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=1328928477553031441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/1328928477553031441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/1328928477553031441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2008/01/flubbertasia.html' title='Flubbertasia!'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R60e8XL2jZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/viE47u1ZUW8/s72-c/DSC00021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-1846258052395130519</id><published>2008-01-29T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T02:48:28.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What???Got Such Thing Meh???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R58BDHL2jQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/t3WG2X9Wupw/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160844850969873666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R58BDHL2jQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/t3WG2X9Wupw/s320/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (i witness the 8th Wonder of the world, how did the computer not know how to process my request?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea.. hello! its me again. heh heh.. mmmmmm.. well.. i happened to be doing my homework la. that time we had an IHS essay to do. in case you do not know what does IHS stand for, it means Introductory to Humans and Societies. yep. i dunno if im correct or not, so do check my spelling and correct it for me :P. mmm.. well, the teacher gave this essay to write on la, and the bibliography have to come from the newspaper, so he suggested this newspaper website. i cant really remember the name of the website. all i know is that it was a reference website set up by our school library, and it contains lots of newspaper cuttings. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i accessed the website, i saw this few words pop up on the screen: "i do not know how to handle this request:-1" man.. i just stared and stared at that comment. i was like. WHAT???? haha.. is this a bougus website? then yea.. i tried and tried again, but it just keep showing that phrase. what really freaked me out the most was actually the smily face that was at the end of it. the ":-1". yea. it felt like it was a prank pulled up by the school librarians mdm betty and mdm agnus. haha. it was so freaky. man, i tell you, i nearly DIED! heh. so i decided to call up a few of my friends to double check and yea! all had the same problem too. haha. it was so funny i think it became the class joke of the year. heh. oh wells. i guess ill stop here for this part of my post. till next time! marcus low, signing off!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865748660794926623-1846258052395130519?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/1846258052395130519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=1846258052395130519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/1846258052395130519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/1846258052395130519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2008/01/whatgot-such-thing-meh.html' title='What???Got Such Thing Meh???'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/R58BDHL2jQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/t3WG2X9Wupw/s72-c/DSC00053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-1953726873909556409</id><published>2007-09-02T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T02:27:08.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racing small formula cars!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rtt1BlLbeBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UVOIZ10mT0g/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105803272574957586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rtt1BlLbeBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UVOIZ10mT0g/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(small racing cars moving around a track at high speeds at IMM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4af2aa84ec7bc47d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4af2aa84ec7bc47d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331610249%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D408123C744C49A66A94F5587AEB978CF9812A1B3.6D1D8D591EB86D59F7ACFDECFFDD2325E91A34F5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4af2aa84ec7bc47d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqiVjQV-YF4mre_w7qfLDUbM-xWo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4af2aa84ec7bc47d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331610249%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D408123C744C49A66A94F5587AEB978CF9812A1B3.6D1D8D591EB86D59F7ACFDECFFDD2325E91A34F5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4af2aa84ec7bc47d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqiVjQV-YF4mre_w7qfLDUbM-xWo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. hey hey hey!! im back! haha.. mmmm.. its been a very long while since i last posted. im very sorry for that long long LONG delay. heh. actually, its cos i was busy trying to learn how to do up my blog page. yea.. so now ive roughly learnt HTML coding, its time to restart my blogging! heh.. well. this happened last year so yea. haha. bear with me. ill be blogging alot about what happened last year, yea, its piling up la. the stuff that i did. so yea! here goes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AHEM* well, i went to IMM to do abit of shopping with my parents last year. and yea. being a guy, i kinda hated doing grocery shopping (dont ask me! ask my parents. maybe they hated shopping at this time of age too) yea.. so i was playing around with my handphone, smsing people when i heard this irritating buzzing going on somewhere behind the shopping mall. i went to look and lo and behold! i found people still playing with tamiya cars! haha.. actually tamiya cars are quite fun. these cars are fitted with petrol to run faster la. yea. and it was pretty cool to see these cars buzzing around like angry bees liddat. haha. i wanted to go in for a closer look, but the guy said: " soli la.. karnot. we hafin rase. (sorry la, cannot. we having race)" haha.. i couldnt take it. i ran away and started laughing like mad. oh wells, my mum finally bought the groceries that she wanted, and she really seemed estatic about it. haha.. mmmm... thats all ill blog for this section ba. yep! stay tuned for more rubbish coming up! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865748660794926623-1953726873909556409?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4af2aa84ec7bc47d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/1953726873909556409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=1953726873909556409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/1953726873909556409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/1953726873909556409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2007/09/racing-small-formula-cars.html' title='Racing small formula cars!'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rtt1BlLbeBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UVOIZ10mT0g/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-5232719003159873168</id><published>2007-08-10T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T05:55:06.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man.. ive not blogged for a very very VERY long time! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKgdVLbd8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/VhRwMJDfSTY/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103317753525925826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKgdVLbd8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/VhRwMJDfSTY/s320/DSC00041.JPG" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(my ex Horn section, how i will miss them so! and how come my face got squished?? i look like the Gatsby advertisement lol!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. so sorry for the long wait! im finally back whoo hoo! haha.. ive not been free for the past few days because i had to manage some admin stuff at home. haiz. it was pretty tiring for me ba. especially that i had IOC! oh goodness. IOC, Individual Oral Commentory. 8 minutes of terror. i tell you. my knees were knocking so hard that others would think that i was feeling cold rather than feeling nervous lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well.. to start with, i believe i left off at the part of my school's Symphonic Band Night. heh.. ok.. i believe i can start uploading photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKcElLbd5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/i8EolQh8CB8/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103312930277652370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="156" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKcElLbd5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/i8EolQh8CB8/s320/DSC00033.JPG" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Chicken Rice! haha.. looks good right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, the first thing we had after our band practice on that day of the ACS(I) NDP parade was that we went back home, took a bath, rested for awhile before going back to school to prepare for the band concert night. XD. we had already prepaid food, so we were munching on it. not to mention that Isaac really 'enjoyed' his meal, considering that Kinky was just the table next to us. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKcs1Lbd6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-ek-fd1nK1k/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103313621767387042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="177" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKcs1Lbd6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-ek-fd1nK1k/s320/DSC00034.JPG" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Me, Samuel Ho, and some unknown saxophone junior eating chicken rice lol!&lt;em&gt;[paiseh.. i forgot my junior's name haha]&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmm, we were eating really happily on our food when i noticed on the far corner on the wall that THERE WAS STILL ONE MORE OF OUR CHARITY BAZAAR POSTED STILL UP THERE! haha.. i immediately tore it down and gave it to Kinky as a present. courtest from Marcus Low. isaac, i hope you and Kinky will spend lots of love and happy times together. haha.. tell me when you guys are going to get engaged ok??? XD ill be waiting! haha. joke joke! i think isaac will most probably flare up and swear at me in japanese when he reads this blog. haha. after all.. thats isaac for u. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKfO1Lbd7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/3IkMYvQOPFk/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103316404906194866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKfO1Lbd7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/3IkMYvQOPFk/s320/DSC00035.JPG" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(all smiles as everyone prepared themselves mentally and physically for the concert!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, the concert proved to be a bang. literally. haha. apart from the fact that i screwed up on my playing at a certain piece. well, the conductor held the silence for so long! haha. and furthermore i felt like sneezing, so well, i sneezed into my trumpet, producing a very very VERY obvious sound, most probably a concert Bb i think. haha. and it was in tune lol. i was so embarrassed after that incident lol. my seniors kept rubbing it in. haiz. man, why do the weirdest things always occur to me??? haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKg2lLbd9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/xW5E2Z8l590/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103318187317622738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="206" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKg2lLbd9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/xW5E2Z8l590/s320/DSC00039.JPG" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(the dreaded thing, the CHIMES!)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, after that it was obvious we had to clear the stage. heh. we had lots of trouble with all the percussion instruments lol. man, especially the CHIMES!!! haha. believe everyone had alot of trouble carrying that thing, considering it was so bulky and heavy. i think i had a sore throat the next day because i was yelling 'heave! heave!' up the stairs. haha. it took about 7 or so of us to lug that 'thing' up the stairs. haiz. can we get a lighter chime set next time? sheesh... T_____T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKhuFLbd-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/K0u_FRjd0wI/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103319140800362466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKhuFLbd-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/K0u_FRjd0wI/s320/DSC00036.JPG" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Everett, Edward and I taking a photo. whose that guy in the background?? T_T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, that night seemed to be the most fulfilling time of my life i guess. haha. we had lots of fun! and i really really enjoyed myself that day. haha. my senior gave me a rose, thanking me for the years i had been with him. heh. ive got to admit, i didnt expect anything from him. when he gave it to me i was pretty shocked. haha. well, he also gave me a letter that went with the rose. this was what was written on the letter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;' Dear Marcus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for making Festival Of Arts a success! gos bless you my mushroom headed Junior (sheesh man.. why did he have to write that???), and thanks for just always making me laugh ^_^. Hope to see you in IB [IB is International Baccalaureate,in case you didnt know, and it is a course in my school]! let's continue to make music with the band.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JML'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sheesh, i felt really weird when i read the message. haha. i kept questioning myself after that, do i make people laugh alot? haha. i guess i cant answer that question. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKjz1Lbd_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/3MyMAnPiZ88/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103321438607865842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKjz1Lbd_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/3MyMAnPiZ88/s320/DSC00045.JPG" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(a photo that everett took with my handphone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heh. after that, my friends invited me to eat Macdonald's supper at King Albert Park. haha. i ordered fries and ice lemon tea. then we were discussing on the events of the day. sad to say, i had to leave at around 11.45 pm so as not to trouble my parents to drive down to KAP to pick me up. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess thats all i have to type for this day then. till next time! XD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joke of the day(taken from the book Skive):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if you think pies are round, you are so wrong, because pie are square! (pi r ^2[area of a circle])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865748660794926623-5232719003159873168?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/5232719003159873168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=5232719003159873168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/5232719003159873168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/5232719003159873168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2007/08/man-ive-not-blogged-for-very-very-very.html' title='Man.. ive not blogged for a very very VERY long time! XD'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKgdVLbd8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/VhRwMJDfSTY/s72-c/DSC00041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-8641290875273166184</id><published>2007-08-09T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T05:55:35.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Awaited Post! *edited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RrvYP-O4OrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_Xp0J0F3MQw/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096905172214889138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="182" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RrvYP-O4OrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_Xp0J0F3MQw/s320/DSC00019.JPG" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Majulah Singapura! haha XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hwaaa... its been DAYS since i last posted. heh. so sorry readers, was too busy with my work. and yea. somehow my dad decided to fix the router at home, so i couldnt access the Internet. haha. pai seh pai seh. now im BACK! haha.. alot of things happened. let me share it with you guys out there! heh. today its also NATIONAL DAY! whoohoo! haha.. if you guys didnt realise it, today's date is 09/08/07. haha. pretty nice number, thats why im blogging today! haha. another good day to have blogged was the 20th of July, 20/07/2007! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh. soo hmmm.. lets start with the bad stuff that happened to me this past few weeks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RrvXGuO4OqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UYu_zRWPlRY/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096903913789471394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="145" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RrvXGuO4OqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UYu_zRWPlRY/s320/DSC00008.JPG" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(the stall.. ROTIPRATA.COM)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, there was this time, my juniors, dexter and mattheus, and i, went to eat Roti Prata at Dover mart. well. that day because we had a long band practice, so well, we had to stay in school for the whole day. during that lunch break, we decided to go out of the school to eat as we thought that there was no more canteen food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, we arrived at this prata stall called rotiprata.com. my juniors decided to order thosai, while i ordered a mushroom murtabak. we paid on the spot. well, my junior had to pay for me as i did not have any spare change. thinking that i also ordered thosai, he gave another $1.60 to the uncle at the stall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the food arrived, the seller asked my friend to pay for the murtabak. my friend thought there was a mistake in the food, so he was quite upset, till i just said that ill take the murtabak. so my poor junior had to pay another $2.40 as the murtabak cost $4. however, the indian guy didnt accept the change! he kept insisting that we should pay $4 and not $2.40. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well. my friends and i were quite upset with him, and we spent the whole day arguing with him. then the indian guy got angry and took the murtabak and walked off, keeping my friend's earlier change of $1.60. isnt it UNREASONABLE???? for the whole day i was fuming mad at that stall and yea. i swear ill never go and eat at his prata stall ever again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haiz. that was seriously the most 'pain in the neck' incident that i have ever gone through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKag1Lbd3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/uyqWpCbOZMI/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103311216585701234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="168" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKag1Lbd3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/uyqWpCbOZMI/s320/DSC00032.JPG" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(all arise for the conductor, Dr Lee Tian Tee!man, did he see me taking a photo of him?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea. well. apart from that, we had many funny incidents that happened in school. one of which was the incident quite long ago, whereby all participants for the ACS National Day Parade were excused at 1.30pm for their contigent marching. i was also allowed to leave at 1.30 as the band had to perform their marches that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm.. lets just say that there were many incidences of 'prison breaks' that happened in our class. well, that day we had Adv Maths for our White Space Period (a period for makeup lessons), so i had to admit. it was pretty boring. heh. Jim.. if you want to escape, at least do it without Mr Chua knowing la.. haiyo.. liddat also dunno. haha! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKa4lLbd4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xRKutBDu4os/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103311624607594370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="171" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKa4lLbd4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xRKutBDu4os/s320/DSC00020.JPG" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The ACSI flag contingent party)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh. i fell sick on the day of the ACS National Day Parade. the doctor told me i was suffering from a contagious flu. hmm. i didnt know that flu can be contagious! XD heh. that aside, we had a rehearsal for the National Day Parade, which started at 6 am early in the morning. all of the band members lugged their sleepy eyes to the Queenstown stadium. well, there was some smart ones that decided to 'pon' that day, as well, we had a concert in the night. heh. good job David Yee and Gu Wei! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKm3lLbeAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GeWsWfvBNTk/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103324801567258626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="147" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RtKm3lLbeAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GeWsWfvBNTk/s320/DSC00023.JPG" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the marching by the Primary sch scouts! or should i say walking?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. and well, i guess the even that woke me up was the March pass by the different contingents. haha. it was extremely funny when it came to the primary school scouts! they were more like walking than marching. some of them even had their hands in their pockets lol! haha.. i guess i cant really blame them because they are still young. haha. reminds me of the recruit band drill time. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for those that didnt know, our Symphonic Band had a band concert on the 4th of August, at 7.30pm. haha. so sorry, we werent allowed to take photos during the concert, so yep! i didnt take much photos, only those before and after the concert. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. forgive me if there arent many pictures being uploaded. somehow my computer cannot upload that many pictures. not too sure why either. heh. i guess ill have to end here for the time being, until i can upload more pictures than i can continue editing this blog. till next time! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joke of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what do you cann a fly that has no wings?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a WALK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865748660794926623-8641290875273166184?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/8641290875273166184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=8641290875273166184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/8641290875273166184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/8641290875273166184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-awaited-post.html' title='The Long Awaited Post! *edited!'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RrvYP-O4OrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_Xp0J0F3MQw/s72-c/DSC00019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-8315431291006162267</id><published>2007-07-30T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T02:49:33.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity Bazaar Poster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rq8EFeO4OpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/G5zq-vyVl2o/s1600-h/poster+for+charity+bazaar+copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093294195640646290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rq8EFeO4OpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/G5zq-vyVl2o/s320/poster+for+charity+bazaar+copy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey guys! i noe alot of ya out there want a free copy of the charity bazaar so yep! here it is! download it at your own free will wa ha ha ha XD. this is my SHORTEST post since i started blogging. so appreciate it while u can .haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865748660794926623-8315431291006162267?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/8315431291006162267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=8315431291006162267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/8315431291006162267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/8315431291006162267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2007/07/charity-bazaar-poster.html' title='Charity Bazaar Poster!'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rq8EFeO4OpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/G5zq-vyVl2o/s72-c/poster+for+charity+bazaar+copy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-6016323684817459601</id><published>2007-07-28T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T00:50:12.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama- MAMA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqtcUp-WHAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mynSvu_5Q9Y/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092265313606966274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqtcUp-WHAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mynSvu_5Q9Y/s320/DSC00005.JPG" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (a picture of my school when dark. see the black silloutte in front of the building? thats the eagle's statue!XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo! its been a very long time since i last blogged. my bad my bad. haha. but its partially due to the truckloads and truckloads of homework coming in, especially stuff like preparations for my IOC (Individual Oral Commentary) as well as my IHS (Introduction to Human Societies) essay. yea. all of which are simply turning my hair grey. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i have lots of fun this week fooling around etc etc. well, there were many funny incidences that happened this week. firstly was the smell that was wafting around the school on monday and then tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday, there was this funny smell in the morning that was something like Chlorine, just that i doubt if it was poisonous. heh. my friend (not going to mention who. find out yourself!) said that it smelt like... hmmm... how should i put it in lame man's term.. oh yea. it smelt like white stuff. haha. you should get my drift! XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, when i heard that, i was laughing quite loudly. heh. then the second day, surprise surprise! the air smelt of Milo. haha. i was pretty amazed and well, was pretty surprised. heh. i guess God must have been swimming yesterday, so some of the pool water seeped through the gates of Heaven, and on Tuesday he must have been drinking Milo. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, that aside, the week was pretty fun! XD. we had a 'blinking' incident in school whereby people were, well, blinking rather slowly. haha. i believe that would be a nicer way of phrasing "Nodding off to Dreamland'. haha. i just feel like doing that now as i type this blog lol XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqxCDJ-WHBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fp3NW3TLRHI/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092517900633644050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="146" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqxCDJ-WHBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fp3NW3TLRHI/s320/DSC00003.JPG" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the NDP Parade of the year! ACS in full power!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, on Friday we were dismissed from school at 1.30 pm. haha. thats because we have National Day Parade Rehearsal. haha. it was pretty fun to talk with all the ACJC people, especially since i know all the trumpet ACJC people. cracked jokes with them just to pass time. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqxFGZ-WHEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7hXwyb7KGlE/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092521255003102274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="156" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqxFGZ-WHEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7hXwyb7KGlE/s320/DSC00021.JPG" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the ACJS Boys Brigade Marching pass!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. and yea! when it came to the March Pass for the ACS(J) students, they were marching pretty cute as well. some were strolling, some were walking, and some were talking as they marched past the podium. haha. it was simply a funny sight! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqxD8Z-WHDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pHNLNv0a0X8/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092519983692782642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="110" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqxD8Z-WHDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pHNLNv0a0X8/s320/DSC00002.JPG" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqxDgJ-WHCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/amgx7xiw1J4/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092519498361478178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="144" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqxDgJ-WHCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/amgx7xiw1J4/s320/DSC00001.JPG" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqxDgJ-WHCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/amgx7xiw1J4/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(^Pictures of the Drama boys and Shafiq, Everett, and me! haha. thank you Alice for taking these picts! and yea.. you sure are good at di siao-ing people la zzz T___T )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today i went for my school's Drama Night concert. it was quite interesting. well, except for the last play. but i guess i cant comment much on it since i myself know that they put in alot of effort. so i guess i cant call them lousy. haha. XD. the best play for the day was Made In The Middle Kingdom. haha. i liked the play, especially when my friend errol stomped onto the stage. haha. really majestic and mighty looking. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya! anandraj was also pretty funny looking too. he said 'I AM THE... SUN GOD!' i was like.. hmm.. hmm.. HMMMM.. haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, guess dats all i have to say for today. ill be editing this post though, so do turn back sometimes to read this post. haha. im asking Errol for the script for his 'Made In The Middle Kingdom' haha. so at least i can include in all the respected words of the venerable old man that keeps speaking nonsense lol. haha. till next time! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joke of the day: [thanks Esmond(i think)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many letters were left when ET left the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21. because ET left in a UFO, so 26 - 5 = 21!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865748660794926623-6016323684817459601?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/6016323684817459601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=6016323684817459601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/6016323684817459601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/6016323684817459601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2007/07/drama-mama.html' title='Drama- MAMA!'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqtcUp-WHAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mynSvu_5Q9Y/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-1775948059630069604</id><published>2007-07-23T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T05:02:09.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day I Couldnt Af-(F-O-R-D) To Miss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqRuqJ-WG3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hGSITfyK87Y/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090315149346478962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="166" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqRuqJ-WG3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hGSITfyK87Y/s320/DSC00004.JPG" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(A picture of the front portion of my school)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. yo! im back again! haha. so sorry, i have not been blogging for so long. hmmm. well, i DO have alot of stuff to blog, but since im kind of busy nowadays, i guess ill have to leave it for next time then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this week has been a rather busy week for me. i have been under stress since after the SYF presentation night at SCH, partially because of the incredible amounts of homework give, and at the same time the dates which my projects are due. man, school sure can make one's hair go white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, but school can be pretty fun if you know how to appreciate it, and in the correct way as well. things such as our school's very own Racial Harmony Day, whereby students and teachers are both encouraged to come to school in their racial attire. haha. if i recall correctly, i saw an 'ang mo' teacher in the school wearing a Scottish attire, like kilts etc etc. haha, i was pretty amused at his appearance. oh wells, at least that appearance is nothing like the two guys who dressed up in Methodist Girls School and Singapore Chinese Girls School PE attire for Youth Day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqRvZp-WG4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/6EFe72ImcIc/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090315965390265218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="205" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqRvZp-WG4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/6EFe72ImcIc/s320/DSC00003.JPG" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Clement acting blind, i mean, is he blind?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. and that day, we had an indian friend, (i shall not address who), who dressed up in his indian attire and came to school. haha. well, we were laughing at him, not because he wore his indian attire, but because he was wearing sunglasses. it was a pretty amusing sight though. i mean, which part of an indian attire consists of sunglasses? none that i know of, only those actors in Bollywood movies do such things. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqRw9J-WG5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Aapdz4CKVR0/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090317674787249042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="145" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqRw9J-WG5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Aapdz4CKVR0/s320/DSC00009.JPG" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Look at all the fruits on display, my, arent they LOVELY?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, well, that day, i also went to the market with my dad to buy fruits. well, the area was pretty dark, so i decided to use flash to take photos of the fruits which caught my eye. it was seriously a bad decision. the flash went off in the market like 'POOF!', some flash bang like that. everyone stopped and looked at me, except for one old lady who was leaning on a table and sleeping. well, i was pretty embarrassed, but well, at least i had a nice photo taken, and that lightened up my day. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqRyBZ-WG6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/GCvRfbZQtUs/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090318847313320866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqRyBZ-WG6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/GCvRfbZQtUs/s320/DSC00011.JPG" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(My classmates doodling on the board about the latest release of Harry Potter. haha. man, they sure spoil the reading mood of some poor people like Naga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that brings me to my topic for today! haha. one of our first few periods of lesson was chemistry practical, and we were doing esterification. haha. man, i tell you, it sure stinks! haha. the carboxylic acid stank so much that we reeked of it when we entered the class. actually, i believe the smell was mixed up with the smell of the 'fruity, sweet smelling' ester, so well, at least it didnt smell THAT bad! haha. but people like Esmond were running around and shoving their beakers into other people's noses. man, his sure stank like crazy. it smelt like whiteboard marker gone BAD! T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqRzb5-WG7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/bwDHN3j6P24/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090320402091482034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="168" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqRzb5-WG7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/bwDHN3j6P24/s320/DSC00013.JPG" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(on the way there...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, that aside, we didnt do anything much for today. but we ended school early to go to the Ford Factory at Bukit Timah (thank goodness its so near my house!). haha. and yea. it was a thrilling experience on the way there. people were yelling, shouting, and i can remember Shafiq summarising the whole Harry Potter book right in front of Nagarajan, who was frantically trying to finish his book. poor dude. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqR0NZ-WG8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/YrJ2B8OevQ4/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090321252495006658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="185" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqR0NZ-WG8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/YrJ2B8OevQ4/s320/DSC00019.JPG" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Yamashita's Communication to Pervical??O.o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, when we reached there, i saw my friends crowding around a history based stand regarding the surrender of the british to the japanese. but what made my friends laugh was that the Lieut. Gen Percival's name was spelled wrongly, and to think it is even open for public viewing! haha. man, imagine what would people think of the British if they saw that there. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqR02J-WG9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/K8DZJR2MXLg/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090321952574675922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="147" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqR02J-WG9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/K8DZJR2MXLg/s320/DSC00048.JPG" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(walao John, why you dont want me to take photo of you playing Scissors, Paper, Stone with this dude here? siann... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took many photos, but if i were to display it all at one go on this one post, im afraid it would just be too big tat my whole blog will collapse. haha. so yep! you can ask me for the photos by adding me to your msn: &lt;a href="mailto:inuyasha_cool_91@hotmail.com"&gt;inuyasha_cool_91@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. haha. ill try my best to send them to you ASAP! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqR115-WG-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/DsuhX8IPP4U/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090323047791336418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="177" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqR115-WG-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/DsuhX8IPP4U/s320/DSC00052.JPG" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The Class People! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bottom left to right: the factory guide, John Yu, Naga a.k.a BucketBoy, Everett.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Top left to right: Shafiq, Navin, Prasad, Rajesh, Anthony, and Esmond)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. and yea, i took a so-called class photo in front of the Ford Factory. and that includes our guide for the day. haha. i feel kind of bad to not be paying much attention to her while she was explaining certain facts but well, i went off on my own photo shoot hunt. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqR24J-WG_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/cXj-CFig1Ks/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090324185957669874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="203" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqR24J-WG_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/cXj-CFig1Ks/s320/DSC00053.JPG" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Mr Andrew Wong and his Toyota Camry parked in the Ford Factory)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i guess majority of the class dismissed from there on the spot, and only like 10 persons took the bus back to school. haha. before leaving, i saw Mr Andrew Wong and his car, and decided to take a photo of him. i succeeded, but i wonder, did he catch me in my act???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joke Of The Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if I remember correctly, i owe you guys one more joke from last time since i didnt blog a joke, so now, i shall tell a joke that is worth more than 2 jokes! this joke came from Mr Brian Ng from my last year class:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A father and child were living in poverty for a very long time. one day, they finally decided, hey! lets sell our only means of transportation, which was their donkey, and at least we have some money to live on before we die. they both agreed, and they set out on a journey to a famous market 3 villages away. the father told the son to ride on the donkey while he himself pulled the reins. they moved slowly but surely, and they reached the first village. when they both reached the village, the people there were displeased at such an act of behaviour. they told the son to go down, while the father rode on the donkey, as they consider this as a form of respect. so the father and son changed places and they proceeded on. next, they came to another village. the villages saw that, were unhappy as well. they told the father and son to change places as letting a son to pull the reins seemed like he was doing forced labour. the father complied and once again they switched places. finally, they reached the last village before the market. the villages saw the positions they were in and were displeased and they wanted the father on the donkey. this made the father and son very angry, and they decided to carry the donkey instead. while heading off toward the market, they had to cross a rope bridge. at that time, because of oncoming monsoon rains, the bridge was pretty shaky. the father and son made they way across the bridge slowly carrying the donkey. however, a gust of wind blew and shook so much that the father and son accidentally let go of the donkey and it fell into the river and drowned. so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Morale of the Story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not listen to other people's comments or you can kiss your ass goodbye! (ass is also the meaning of donkey, if you dont know, check wikipedia)&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/6865748660794926623-1775948059630069604?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/1775948059630069604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=1775948059630069604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/1775948059630069604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/1775948059630069604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-day-i-couldnt-af-f-o-r-d-to-miss.html' title='What A Day I Couldnt Af-(F-O-R-D) To Miss!'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RqRuqJ-WG3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hGSITfyK87Y/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-6131826972732977416</id><published>2007-07-19T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T07:20:11.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Bad Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp8e4OrnIKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CD1VWQMh7-s/s1600-h/cheap-calling-to-singapore-flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088820055314473122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="198" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp8e4OrnIKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CD1VWQMh7-s/s320/cheap-calling-to-singapore-flag.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (The Singapore Flag!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello! im back again today! have to hurry up type this post as im late for my tuition. yea. so sorry if there are any grammitical errors or anything. so yep. today I had a REALLY screwed up and bad day. yea. first thing in the morning, we wer having flag raising ceremony. man. i tell you, that was the WORST flag raising we have ever had in the ENTIRE history of ACS(I) la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, i was pretty shocked to hear that it was NCC (Air) that was doing the flag raising ceremony. one can practically see the flag go up, and then the school flag went down like till half mast or so, then it went up. the speed was SOOOO slow that we all were fidgetting as the flag inched up bit by bit la. haiz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp8gsOrnILI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kB7LcEyjlKM/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088822048179298482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="146" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp8gsOrnILI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kB7LcEyjlKM/s320/DSC00030.JPG" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Why must band be so-called forced? i believe in responsibility, yet i get scolded for nothing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp8gsOrnILI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kB7LcEyjlKM/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well. i just got scolded by my band teacher for so-called 'skipping' band practice today. i mean, it wasnt my fault! according to others they said that there was no band practice today, but then at around 10+ pm or so last night, i heard that there was band practice from my good friend Ernest Tan. that seriously upsetted me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have a makeup tuition as well as makeup bio practical today, and it was all because of the band SYF performance night that i had to make such arrangements. i mean, its supposed to be THAT way, but cant the teachers spare a thought for the band members as well? after all WE are also human beings right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When i called up the teacher, the teacher scolded me for not being able to turn up for band today, and he even insisted that i write a letter of excuse and clean up the band room on saturday. how is this logical? i even had to cancel one of my tuitions on tuesday because of Band SYF performance night. if i dont do my tuitions on thursday, which was supposed to have no band practice, then when do i do it? here is my schedule for the week:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday: band till 6pm, Tuesday: Drum Tuition and Chemistry Tuition, come home at 9.30pm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday: Physics Tuition till 9.30pm, Thursday: band practice, Friday: Chinese Tuition, Saturday: band practice again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tell me, how MUCH time and when do i do my chemistry tuition? band simply hogs up all my time! im not trying to blaming band for everything, but well, at least be REASONABLE when you tell people la! one cant simply scold others over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wish that teachers would calm down and just tell the student calmly instead. this is simply ridiculous. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another stupid thing that happened in school today was during IHS tutorial. our IHS teacher told us that if we were not to be found at computer lab 6 today, he will lock us out of the lab. so we all 'cheonged' to the computer lab. never did we expect it to be locked, and also it was not even booked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the IHS teacher told us that he tried booking, but to no avail. that i can believe him, but it makes me frustrated to run around the whole school complex just for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp8ivOrnIMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jU_VqgLQpq4/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088824298742161602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="179" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp8ivOrnIMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jU_VqgLQpq4/s320/DSC00003.JPG" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Ming Jie's sheepie pencil box!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that aside, a funny thing happened in school today that was so memoriable that it made me laugh my guts out. today for physics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;, we were talking about this guy, whose surname was Taylor. then someone from my class (i forgot who), went like: 'his occupation is of course a tailor la!' when the teacher asked what did he do or so. yea. sorry if im paraphrasing, but i forgot to record it down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, the physics teacher said that that was actually true, Taylor may have come from the word Tailor from ancient civilizations. when she said that, My friend Ming Jie went: ' oh my god, then my ancestor's occupation is the LOO!'(in case you guys dont know, ming jie's surname is Loo). that joke really made everyone laugh, including me as well. haha. i guess my surname Low has it significance as well. hmmm.. maybe my ancestors came from shangHIGH! [shanghai] XD. haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh ya. there was this incident on the bus ride home ah. i was taking bus 74 to sunset there. when i alighted the bus, i was kinda bored, so was playing with my handphone. all of a sudden, there was this guy at the back of the bus, suddenly shouted: "POLICEMAN! POLICEWOMAN!" so loudly that ALL the commuters looked at him. i was shocked myself! i was so shocked that i didnt want to turn my head around, fearing that it was some ah beng. haha. but it was this old man dressed in a blue T-shirt. my junior who was on the bus, told me that earlier before, he stamped his foot so hard on the floor, everyone looked at him. then he pretended to look out of the window. i guess that guy must be mentally unstable or rather retarded. so much for today, and it was also a rare sight. haha. i got to admit, i was pretty amused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh wells. im rushing for time now, so this post will be pretty short. there wont be any jokes for today. so sorry, but because of time constraint and also im actually having tuitions now, so yea. i guess another time ill add double jokes then! till next time, marcus low, signing off! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865748660794926623-6131826972732977416?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/6131826972732977416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=6131826972732977416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/6131826972732977416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/6131826972732977416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-bad-day.html' title='What A Bad Day!'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp8e4OrnIKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CD1VWQMh7-s/s72-c/cheap-calling-to-singapore-flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-709983125941312506</id><published>2007-07-18T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T08:30:08.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Youth Festival 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp4hiOrnIDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bx9blsQkMjs/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088541500915523634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="223" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp4hiOrnIDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bx9blsQkMjs/s320/DSC00055.JPG" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Singapore Youth Festival Brochure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! im back again! haha. i know ive not been blogging for a very long time. my bad my bad. XD. anyway. ive got tons of things to do. so right now while i am typing this blog, im also doing my homework as well as doing a bit of reading as well.haha. its all thanks to that IHS project la. and well. partially band as well. but oh wells, i cant throw all the problems at band alone, if not ill be pushing responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp4lT-rnIFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QpqbvD94ZUg/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088545654148898898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="152" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp4lT-rnIFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QpqbvD94ZUg/s320/DSC00009.JPG" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(My ex- section and I, the X-Horns, except for Mattheus[extreme left], who is my junior in the trumpet section)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. yesterday was our main band's SYF presentation night. well, it was simply an entertaining time of our lives, being Top Band again for the 2nd consecutive time. and this time we hit a score of 90++ percent, and that is actually big news as the bands in the whole of Singapore has not gotten a 90+ percentage before. so we are actually the first to 'tio' that score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp4oeOrnIJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YhXWWwIBR3o/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088549128777441426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="193" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp4oeOrnIJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YhXWWwIBR3o/s320/DSC00018.JPG" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The front of our SYF performance hall, Zhong Foyer!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was pretty disappointing though. i kind of expected Singapore Conference Hall to be filled with people from different races and religion, but well, it was like only 3/4 full. and to makes things worse, it was mostly parents coming down to support their children. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they were playing some patriotic song on the speakers while the doors were being opened to public. well.. lets just say the song sounded childish, but we all knew that they were doing so so as to welcome Mrs Nathan, who was watching us perform that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a hair-raising experience to be on stage performing for the lady whose husband is the 2nd most important man in the whole of Singapore. i was seriously so scared that my feet were shaking under the long pants that i was wearing. heh. so much for experienced trumpeteer/horner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the performance we had a gathering (as usual). and yea. we took plenty of photos in the waiting room. all of us were discussing whether we did our best or not, like they will go: "sia la.. i miss that note" or "wah lao.. why you go out of tune on that concert Bb ah?". haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was mostly 'TCSS' according to Mr Lim Eng Kong, who is my class IHS teacher. TCSS means Talk Cock Sing Song. haha. i dont know where he got that phrase from, but it sounds pretty cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, i guess everyone was pretty amused when it came to the episodes of 'Kinky and Isaac'. haha. in case you guys dont know, Kinky, or rather, Darren, is our band's sec 3 Euphonium player, and Isaac was his Recruit IC. well, Kinky simply loved Isaac so much that he called himself "Isaac's BEST recruit.. from the bottom" and he always shows a smile when he does that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp4j0urnIEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_Zzf01VYdF8/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088544017766359106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="154" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp4j0urnIEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_Zzf01VYdF8/s320/DSC00008.JPG" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Isaac and Kinky together. My.. arent they LOVELY?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, whenever he sees Isaac, he will just go up and hug Isaac, never forgetting to give him a hug and go "Hello Isaac my darling!" haha. poor isaac, having no choice, has to let kinky hug him all the way. till his face turns red with anger. as in, when his face is red, you can instantly tell it. its his.. hmm.. Universal Indicator. those that know isaac, i believe you cant agree with me more. ya. too much acid in his body from too much excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yep! Kinky keeps claiming that Isaac is his 'Beloved Girlfriend' and he always attempts to make Isaac feel happy. haha. i faintly recall once, before our Chinese O Level Listening Comprehension, Kinky attempted to kiss Isaac (i was away from the scene at that time, was in toilet tidying myself). and yea. Poor Isaac was caught off guard and that made the others from 4.11 there laugh like mad. Isaac, i seriously wonder when you are going to stop being teased at by Jon Whye and Clement. hmmm.. maybe they will meet you in NS as well as University? haha. that will seriously be 'taico'. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, Isaac keeps claiming that he and Kinky do NOT look alike, but judging from the appearances, like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) wear spectacles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) the poses they do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Left: Kinky aka Darren, doing his thing and posing; Right: Isaac showing his Right Hand Grip Rule and going 'Ichiban'!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp4m5-rnIHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dW6YtQphfvI/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088547406495555698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp4m5-rnIHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dW6YtQphfvI/s320/DSC00039.JPG" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp4mdurnIGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jveIpaNJWGQ/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088546921164251234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="148" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp4mdurnIGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jveIpaNJWGQ/s320/DSC00024.JPG" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can see that they are meant to be together. haha. no offense against Isaac there by the way. Isaac please dont kill me. XD. well, you shouldnt la. Kinky told me to put up some ridiculous thing on my blog. and ya. you should be thankful that i didnt! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, if Isaac were to read this, i guess he will bang his fist on the table and go "OBJECTION YOUR HONOUR!" haha. well, being with Isaac for so many years prove to be quite an entertainment for me, especially when Isaac is around &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement. you can seriously apply the rule: do not cross the road when you see the red man. haha. because by that time Isaac will be emotionally unstable and well, he will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;go MEHED! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And ya. thats all i have to say about the relationship between Kinky and Isaac. the rest you may personally ask him in school or when you go out and you meet Isaac or Darren along the way. XD. i believe they are MORE than willing to tell you of the current situation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp4n1ernIII/AAAAAAAAAE0/VsPqXDpLJGs/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088548428697772162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="184" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp4n1ernIII/AAAAAAAAAE0/VsPqXDpLJGs/s320/DSC00028.JPG" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(My FINAL photo i am going to upload of Kinky and Isaac. guess.. do you think Isaac looks happy with the peace sign while taking a photo with Kinky?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;OH wells, i guess thats all i can type for now. My laptop is blanking out on me. heh. so yea. haha. you can call me lazy i guess.. so yep! tune in tomorrow for the edited version of the "Kinky and Isaac" Part 2 edited and UNCENSORED! XD. till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joke Of the Day [thanks Zelig]:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me tell you 2 short jokes and 1 long joke today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joke Joke JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865748660794926623-709983125941312506?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/709983125941312506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=709983125941312506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/709983125941312506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/709983125941312506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2007/07/singapore-youth-festival-2007.html' title='Singapore Youth Festival 2007!'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rp4hiOrnIDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bx9blsQkMjs/s72-c/DSC00055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-4609365806264268582</id><published>2007-07-15T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T07:23:16.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpogEernH-I/AAAAAAAAADk/AmN1dJZ3blQ/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087413990395944930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="192" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpogEernH-I/AAAAAAAAADk/AmN1dJZ3blQ/s320/DSC00040.JPG" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(A photo taken in my church, so sorry for the unclear picture..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.. hello again! yep. and man.. ive so MUCH to talk about! haha. today happens to be my church's 21st Anniversary. haha. so happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had our celebration. well, i was pretty much caught unaware of such a celebration. so the 'suaku' me, dressed super informally and found myself in the midst of people whom i know and were dressed formal. haha. i had to tell you, i only found a handful of people who were dressed in T- Shirts and berms like me. whoo.. i felt like an outcast..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpoiDernH_I/AAAAAAAAADs/NFh6y6uRLrM/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087416172239331314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="132" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpoiDernH_I/AAAAAAAAADs/NFh6y6uRLrM/s320/DSC00043.JPG" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The dances in ACTION!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. and yea! the dancers who were dancing on stage today were pretty good. XD. including the small boy who was dancing along with the rest of the small cute little boy that was really trying his best to follow up to the rest of the team. haha. i tried taking a photo of the small boy i did not succeed. haiz. it seemed that when i zoomed in on the small boy, it got pixelated. i guess the boy wasnt meant to be taken. haiz. he was soooo cute la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpomvurnIAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cFiFOWMCqDM/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087421330495053826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="154" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpomvurnIAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cFiFOWMCqDM/s320/DSC00044.JPG" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(The small cute boy i was talking about - Samuel!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.. so well, today was a pretty much a good day. man, i ate alot for lunch la. when i mean alot i mean ALOT! like my parents and i went to Lavender Food square, ate like a duck rice set, and then a pancake, those with the peanut fillings, as well as Kueh something, those that looked like a fried Char Siew Bun. whoo. and i finished off with a cup of Milo. haha. man. i tell you. i was literally PREGNANT with food la. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today was a pretty much good day. haha. except for the sermon part, when there were many new comers. i understand that that was their first time there, and their handphones went off during the service. i nearly blew my head off la! but well, i controlled my anger and i left the service. how foolish of me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. i guess there is a lesson and a first time to everything. if not i wont be in school since i 'know-it-all' ya? haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rpops-rnIBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/681K-Fqi6DQ/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087424581785296914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="153" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Rpops-rnIBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/681K-Fqi6DQ/s320/DSC00030.JPG" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(My Bro singing lead for his rock concert XD go kor go!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a pretty fun day. i am So sorry i forgot to blog yesterday. came home late after watching my brother's concert. yea. it was a pretty nice rock concert. haha. my bro was singing Bad Day. and well, it seriously ROCKS! (not because its a rock concert...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and well, i REALLY REALLY enjoyed myself there. haha. the drummist was so cool, his drum set was even COOLER la! the bass drum was like only 10 cm wide and it seriously gave the 'mmph mmph' sound when beaten. haha. i was pretty amzed at the intricacy (wow.. my first chim word i have ever used) of it la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RporternICI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RGQECYykGxo/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087426789398487074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="161" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RporternICI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RGQECYykGxo/s320/DSC00019.JPG" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Sky is out-casted with gloom.. haha.. no la. its just me and my Sharingan eyes.[for those who dunno wads Sharingan, go watch Naruto])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, the sky was a beautiful sight though, it was pure lapis lazuli colour. haha. bluey bluey! XD haha. and yea.. the church was called Church of the Good Shepherd. goodness. little did i know that that church was actually Elijah's church. i was walking along the corridor, when i thought i saw the siloutte figure of Elijah. he turned, and he was also looking at me straight in the eye. there was like a moment of pause in between us la. then i was like: hi elijah. i think he nearly fainted when he saw me la. he must be thinking: goodness.. what is meh meh doing in my church???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells, guess thats all i have to blog for now, im still learning how to change my blog template. if any of you guys out there know how to do it, please do teach me! thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joke Of The Day [Thanks Kor for this joke!]:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is the name of the building that used to be part of the Teletubbies kids show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singapore EX-PO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6865748660794926623-4609365806264268582?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/4609365806264268582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=4609365806264268582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/4609365806264268582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/4609365806264268582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2007/07/church-anniversary.html' title='Church Anniversary!'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpogEernH-I/AAAAAAAAADk/AmN1dJZ3blQ/s72-c/DSC00040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-1537325796472108831</id><published>2007-07-13T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T08:19:51.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back By Popular Demand!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpeP1urnH9I/AAAAAAAAADc/V1qEO2IfezM/s1600-h/Jason4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086692457365053394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="223" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpeP1urnH9I/AAAAAAAAADc/V1qEO2IfezM/s320/Jason4.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. since today is the 13th of Friday, i guess ill talk more rubbish. haha. this blog is just to entertain you folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, first things first, let me start by telling you guys a moral story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green Man Joke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was this green man, and everything about him was green. he was the guy who started off with the 'go green' campaign aroung the world. one day, he finished his work early, then he took his green jacket with him and left in his gren car. when he reached his greenhouse, he opened his green door, closed the green door, and began to undress himself to take a bath. he took his green towel, went into his green bathroom, when all of a sudden, his green dorbell rang. he used his green towel to wrap himself and went to open the door. when he opened the door, he saw a lady. the lady was about to speak when all of a sudden a gust of wind blew and it blew off his green towel. the lady say what was beneath the towel and screamed. she immediately scrambled out of the green driveway onto the road, and was knocked down by a fast speeding car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moral of the story?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not cross the road when the Green Man is Flashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpeMFernH7I/AAAAAAAAADM/Zi7uNXXZBTc/s1600-h/SoccerBall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086688329901481906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="239" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpeMFernH7I/AAAAAAAAADM/Zi7uNXXZBTc/s320/SoccerBall.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha. i know many of you people out there have already seen or heard about this joke. haha. but well, it struck me alot as that scenario is seriously possible. it is also possible to be rammed by a soccer ball, not only that, but also at point blank range. haha. according to one of my reports, it seemed that there were 3 casualties that happened today, all 3 being innocently hit by a speeding soccer ball. so moral of the story? do not kick balls hard lest you injure yourself. XD. naa.. i am just kidding. well, i gues that must be all the so called ' bad things' that should happen today because it is Friday the Thirteenth. so sorry Esmond, so sorry Shafiq, and so sorry another anonymous person. haha. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was reading up on the notes found in my laptop computer when i kind of came across this kind of 'suicide' note which i placed in my computer. i was pretty shocked at what i wrote, and the date that i wrote it was not too long ago as well. the letter reads:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEELINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Home? what is the defination of home? To many it may mean the presence of a nice family to take care of the young ones, to others it may just seem to be a place where one can find warmth and comfort. however, to me i feel that home is just a place where one eats, and sleeps. Why is this so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it somehow puzzles me when i specify home as a place where i eat and sleep as i look at my past photos with my family when i was on vacation to other countries, like for example japan or recently, vietnam. to see my smiling face in the photo, it somehow contradicts how i feel some of the days when i get into quarrels with my family. i feel alienated, i feel tired, i feel disliked and abandoned by them. there is an incident today that my father had scolded me at night, saying that i was just 'being selfish'. being me, i have always tried to understand what others feel, and try my utmost best to be able to meet their needs by means of peace. however, some of these times really stress me up the wall. like when i was trying to bring up a conversation topic with them, instead of expecting them to laugh, i end up with a: 'why you do this? why you do that? how can you be so careless?' upon looking back at the past year experiences since i started pri school, i would question myself, is this how modern day families treat their young? if so then why do they do so? my father normally comes up with the excuse, saying: i am your coach, i do not encourage, instead i tell you to do this you jolly well do it! to me it is nothing but a threat. today i was commenting on how sleepy i was during drum lessons. upon telling them that, i was 'hantumed' by a flurry of questions that followed suit and that leaved me in a state of shock and utmost regret that i actually spoke to them. everytime i speak to them it will always end up with me getting 'owned' by both parents and i feel really really upset. so i decided to myself, in order not to make both parties upset, why not i try not to talk to them as much as i use to when i was a kid in primatry school? at that time i was only a little kid, not really understanding. whatever my parents say i just follow. but however the case now is different, i feel that if i were to follow my parents, to me it will be the case of 'the blind leading the blind'. somehow, i feel that my parents are wrong in certain cases, and i try to tell them that, but it will end up in cases like for example, my mother will say: 'i am your mother, i am older than you, i got more experience, so shut up!' or my father, :' why dont you just listen to both of us and ull get it right? you are SERIOUSLY not talking logic'. these few words that they spoke seriously broke my heart. from then on my relationship with my parents have not been as great as then when i was a kid. is this because i am not walking in the ways of the Lord? and God is punishing me for all the wrongdoings i have done since i was a kid? or is this the fault of my attitude? whether i am not sensitive enough to their feelings? i admit i am not on very good terms with my parents, but however i feel that that does not mean that i do not sense their feelings. after all they are human beings. even Jesus who came down to earth screamed when the nails pierced his hands. if Jesus has feelings when he was considered a mortal, then obviously us humans sure have feelings as well, whether we know it or not. but when i want to try to tell them they shun me off. to them maybe its not considered shunning, but rather the way they communicate with me that really gets me on my nerves. some of the days i look down my 8 storey building and think: why dont i just jump down and die? like that the whole world will be pleased with me. thinking of mi parents tears flowing like a river over my grave seemed to being mi plenty of pleasure. but i didnt jump, because of two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1) friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) my brother, matthew and all the friends he has.&lt;br /&gt;to me, my brother is the only one who has ever been able to communicate with me really well, it may be due to the age gap, it may not be due to the age gap, but however what he talks brings sense to me. i dont really approve of his hard ways of learning, but i know through experiences that he really is a nice person. last time he used to bully me, but after i screamed and shout out all mi anxienties in my heart, he decided not to continue with it anymore. and so now we are together again XD. thats the only happy time i have with my family. i would not leave the house for any family outings for fear that i will start up another debate, unless my brother was around in the car. although the age gap is around 7 years difference, i understand him and he understands me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my friends are another factor why i still consider living. they may be a bunch of bullies at times, but they are there when i am in distress. i vaguely recall the incident when my parents said i was changing, i was so upset i logged onto msn messenger. i talked to the first person i saw on the list : ismail, who is my secondary school classmate. i voiced out to him, and asked him: hey ismail, am i changing? he replied: you are maturing,yes,but not changing to the extent whereby your whole attitude changes. i am here for you, thats what friends are for. that phrase really touched my heart. at the start of sec 3 i considered ismail as a nuisance as i didnt really like him. but after he said that, i immediately have a changed spirit towards friends. to me, normally i would carry me and my friends weight on my shoulder, trying to help them as much as i can so that they will be happy. to me, if they are happy, i am happy as well. i always thought of dying an unsung hero's death: die without any recognition, without anyone noticing, without any tearshed or so. that would be ideal for me as i though that if i were to die and people were to cry for me, i will really feel bad leaving them on this miserable earth. that i really cant bear to do. i read a manga, its called Bleach . this character puts all the weight of protecting the world on himself that he doesnt consider the feelings of his best friends, or Nakama , as they call it in japanese. i feel like that person. i dont really know if its selfish on my part, or im being selfless. not too long ago there was an incident in my tuition class. one of the boys was talking about using girls as sex tools. and the girls, being my classmates for over 2 years, didnt really liked it and voiced it out on me, calling mi a 'coward' that i didnt try to protect them. however, the guy whom i know happened to be an ex ACS(J) boy. so who do i protect here? mi 2 years of relation classmates, or the ex acs(j) guy whom i know so well? i know that what he said was bad, but the girl suggested that if he ever spoke another word of sex she will punch him. so one is aggressive in words, another physical aggression. so what do i do? im stuck in a dilemma between two worlds. sometimes i really like being the middleman, sometimes i dont. in this case i didnt want to destroy any feelings, so i just did what i thought was right, tell the guy off. however i believe it was a bit too late for my friendship with the girls whom i know so well since sec 2 to ever be ok again, as i know they will consider me as a 'coward'. thats why i dont really talk to them as often as i do for fear of being scoffed and made fun of by them. furthermore i want them to have a nice year so i thought by getting rid of mi presence from them maybe ill be able to not attract their attention. i hope what i am doing is right and just, as i dont want to make the wrong choice and end up hurting another fellow. this wil lseriously end up with me having more pain and guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to me, i find that although i have these 2 problems, but these are solvable, and are nothing compared to the problems i face with my parents. i dont really know why. whenever i try my best to try and talk to them, it will end up with something bad. do they always think of me as being EVIL???? i used to like playing around with words, like if u flip the word evil u get live. is my life on the world evil to them? why am i even born to this earth if i were to cause so much pain and suffering to my fellow friends, relatives and classmates etc etc? i might as well not be born at all! i remember the case of the ACS(J) boy VS the girls in my tuition. my mother caught me talking to the girl on the house phone at around 11 at night. she questioned me and knew about the situation. one thing that really got me on my nerve was the face that she said: why do you even bother? dont care la! its none of your BUSINESS! to me that is the most, MOST retarded and irresponsible answer i have ever heard in my life. being close to the acs(j) person, i have a 40% possibility of stopping him, but if i do not say, the chances of him continuing with his talk is 100%. and he will end up making the girls in the class angry. i really think my parents are irresponsible at times, but i cant really say that that is totally true to me, as during my exam periods, my mother will wake up specially early in the morning to make bfast for me, and my father will drive me to school etc etc. all these, arent they acts of love? to outsiders it will seem as so. my father use to drive me around for tuitions and school, before and after. i used to grumble that he always take so long to arrive in school, and that will result in him blurting and blasting at me, saying: i still have work in office you know? take time to drive you around not too bad already. see other people? take bus need to sit in the bus for so long. fine la! i take bus home everyday. and that resulted in ANOTHER problem. when they wanted to drive me home, i told them: no need. WHY DONT WANT AH? ISSIT COS GOT GIRLFRIEND OR SOMETHING? TAKE CAR FASTER LAR!!!!!! SIT CAR FASTER! CALL MUM( if she is nearby or vice versa in the case of dad) SHE WILL COME AND PICK YOU UP! *beep beep beep*...... to me i find that seiously irritating. being scolded for being impatient with them, and when i dun want to cause them any anxiety they want me to take the car back with them. to them it may seem convienient, but to me i find that sitting in the bus, putting on mi mp3 earpieces and listening to music is indeed nice and soothing after a hard day work at school. but all these is spoiled by 2 naggy parents. sometimes i really feel like stressing and screaming and shouting out all my flowery vocabularies i learnt in ACS(I) at them for being such a nuisance, but for respect, as the Bible says: honour your father and your mother, i tried my very best to ignore their words. they will normally end of by saying: all this is for your OWN good when you grow up. whats for my own good? beatings? scoldings? insults? do i take them all and pass them onto the 2nd generation? HELL NO!!!!! i dont want the 2nd generation of young ones to feel how it is like to be in my position. i may be saying this now, but as time passes, ill find myself slowly following the footsteps of my father. time has the last laugh on all human beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess i cant really change how my parents treat me, ill have to bear with it till they have passed on. then i guess ill come with another decision with my life after they are gone, maybe begin on a better life or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpeNournH8I/AAAAAAAAADU/OzzLqJn2HH4/s1600-h/negative.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086690035003498434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpeNournH8I/AAAAAAAAADU/OzzLqJn2HH4/s320/negative.gif" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Do we have a negative side to all our feelings? one that resides in our soul?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpeNournH8I/AAAAAAAAADU/OzzLqJn2HH4/s1600-h/negative.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, when i read the letter which was typed by my own hands, i was seriously shocked at the aggresive nature that was inscribed in it. i believe that at that time, maybe because of my parents being too grumpy, and that was the reason that sparked off the flurry of words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells, it seemed that for me, my greatest way to remove anger is by expressing myself in words, since nobody can understand me unless i type things out. haha. and yea.. we ALL do have a so called 'Hollow' in us, which is the evil side that resides in our body. do you want to control it? or it control you? the choice is yours. i am saying this because it is Friday 13th, and well, it is named the unlucky week. i am very sure you do not want to lose control of yourself today and start yelling and scolding anyone. so yea. do give in sometimes when people scold you. i want to change history of Friday 13th from a superstitious belief in bad things, into something which is more pleasant. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells, guess thats all i have to say for now, cheerios! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865748660794926623-1537325796472108831?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/1537325796472108831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=1537325796472108831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/1537325796472108831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/1537325796472108831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-by-popular-demand.html' title='Back By Popular Demand!'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpeP1urnH9I/AAAAAAAAADc/V1qEO2IfezM/s72-c/Jason4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-6563081633673831182</id><published>2007-07-13T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T00:55:41.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday The Thirteenth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpcmxernH1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Phm9CUDg54s/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086576935629692754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpcmxernH1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Phm9CUDg54s/s320/DSC00001.JPG" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Friday the Thirteenth - TODAY! *dramatic sound plays*)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello! haha. i am back to write up more of the experiences which we felt in school today. XD. well.. as you all can guess, today is actually Friday the Thirteenth. pretty unlucky number isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i went to check up Friday 13th on Wikipedia, and this is what i got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Friday occurring on the 13th day of any month is considered to be a day of bad luck in English, German, Polish and Portuguese-speaking cultures around the globe. Similar superstitions exist in some other traditions. In Greece or Spain, for example, Tuesday the 13th takes the same role. The fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskavedekatriaphobia (a word that is derived from the concatenation of the Greek words Παρασκευή, δεκατρείς, and φοβία, meaning Friday, thirteen, and phobia respectively; alternative spellings include paraskevodekatriaphobia or paraskevidekatriaphobia) or friggatriskaidekaphobia, and is a specialized form of triskaidekaphobia, a phobia (fear) of the number thirteen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-taken from en.Wikipedia.org&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, as i read the article from wikipedia, it seemed that this superstitious day was formed by many different events of that period in time, and not just a sudden occurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, i am not really THAT concerned about Friday the Thirteen. It is just a normal school day with plenty of work and fun, thats all. but i was pretty intrugued about what was going to happen today. honestly speaking, i expected something bad to happen even though i dont believe in this superstition. like for example, a bucket of ice cold water falling on our dear Esmond's head. haha. or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpcnFOrnH2I/AAAAAAAAACk/VCCO3C0fGIw/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086577274932109154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpcnFOrnH2I/AAAAAAAAACk/VCCO3C0fGIw/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(A picture of me when i was in Kindergarten. Cute right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, that aside, i was wondering off to Marcus Island during one of the lessons in school today (shant tell you which one). and yep! the lesson was kinda boring. haha. and i was actually reflecting on my past, due to the devotion that was shared over the PA system in our school today. let me share it with you guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...For it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose..."&lt;br /&gt;- Philippians 2:13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. it had significant impact on me as i was thinking: hmmm.. what have i been doing around with my life? have i been wandering off track for too long? how do i get back on track?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it struck me when i was in my school old auditorium, during my Chinese O lvls Listening Comprehension briefing. i looked up, and lo and behold! ANOTHER BIBLE VERSE! it reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpcofurnH3I/AAAAAAAAACs/Jx_jnThcSM0/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086578829710270322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="157" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpcofurnH3I/AAAAAAAAACs/Jx_jnThcSM0/s320/DSC00014.JPG" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your path straight."&lt;br /&gt;- Proverbs 3: 5-6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty shocked to have my answer so quickly that i did not notice the people around me imitating Mr Neo's nasal voice when he went onstage to give his briefing. not until some people around me started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpcpsurnH4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/I06nrPc5rBA/s1600-h/pri+sch+foto+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086580152560197506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpcpsurnH4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/I06nrPc5rBA/s320/pri+sch+foto+001.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(My Primary School Photo. Try to spot some of my classmates!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was being brought up in a methodist primary school, ACS(J). and yea! haha. it was a pretty fun filled year with many of us playing and fooling around. not to mention the many embarrassing times when i was found guilty of letting out German Gas in the class. whoo.. i tell you, that Shaun Ng sure sabo-ed me many times cos of that la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, the thought sure did struck me alot when i was sitting on my chair in class. what if one day we were to die all of a sudden, where will we go? well, its a good time to say this since it is Friday the Thirteenth. haha. will we go to a better place? or a lousier place? the choice is actually ours to make. choices have consequences as well. so if you were to make a choice, what will you make? will it be for the better? or the worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, i had the latest news of "Life Of The Prasad". apparently he had changed his story a zillion times, but well, the latest one was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am going to Watch Harry Potter Later'&lt;br /&gt;- according to Mr Shoban, and the evidence was found on Prasad's msn nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the story evolved through many stages, but i can vaguely recall some of them. they went like this;&lt;br /&gt;Prasad said that the message intended to be sent to:&lt;br /&gt;1) his auntie&lt;br /&gt;2) his uncle&lt;br /&gt;and after that, the story evolved alot more to:&lt;br /&gt;1) a group of boys playing Pranks on him&lt;br /&gt;2) a group of girls dunno what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. we simply had the laugh of our lives that day. haiz. prasad ah prasad, want to come up with a better lie do it in a better way la! sheesh.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, apart from that, alot of many funny things happened. i believe the class had the laugh of the day when Ms Sie was pushing us for our CASL booklets. she said something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am SERIOUS about collecting the CASL books because my surname is SIE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness. that really made me want to take out my handphone and take a photo of her to put on this blog la. haha. it was so funny i guess it really lightened up the mood of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpctXernH5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/SGM9Bo-mcUM/s1600-h/hossan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086584185534488466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="143" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpctXernH5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/SGM9Bo-mcUM/s320/hossan.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Hossan Leong and his video on Plagiarism)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime yesterday we were having a lecture for our EE next year. for those people who dont know what EE stands for, it is Extended Essay. we were watching a Hossan Leong Production about Plagiarism, and it really struck me that plagiarism is really a bad thing. haha. so you people out there, if you want to download my pictures, ask permission from me first ok? haha. my cbox is ALWAES free! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then. i guess ill be ending off here, till next time then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joke Of The Day: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am so sorry, if i keep telling jokes ill run out of them. instead ill put up this comic page from Mr Kiasu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpcuN-rnH6I/AAAAAAAAADE/wTPtqu0vH1Q/s1600-h/mr+kiasu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086585121837359010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpcuN-rnH6I/AAAAAAAAADE/wTPtqu0vH1Q/s320/mr+kiasu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be wary of your hygiene all of you peoples! XD. lest you fall sick on Friday 13th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865748660794926623-6563081633673831182?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/6563081633673831182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=6563081633673831182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/6563081633673831182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/6563081633673831182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday-thirteenth.html' title='Friday The Thirteenth'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpcmxernH1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Phm9CUDg54s/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-5046035433491316085</id><published>2007-07-12T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T05:53:17.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prasad Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpYccurnHyI/AAAAAAAAACE/xjKLuzzHl04/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086284109054418722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpYccurnHyI/AAAAAAAAACE/xjKLuzzHl04/s320/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Today, the 12th of July, shall be commemorated as Prasad Day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello folks! im back again! haha. today we simply had the bst laugh of the week. we found out that our dear friend Prasad here (the picture at the bottom of this paragraph) had went out with his girlfriend to watch the latest Harry Potter movie! it was simply an unimaginable scenario as well, Prasad seemed like a person who is more concerned about his subjects than having.. hmmm.. affairs. XD. haha. we found out that he had an 'affair' when he accidentally sent a sms ,which was supposed to be sent to the girl, to Shoban. of all the people, he sent it to shoban. and to make things worse, he was teasing shoban of going to the female toilet to change during PE the day before, when we went to play water polo in the school's swimming pool. shoban was really happy and ecstatic today that he got his revenge on Prasad too. very good timing. i pity Prasad, but oh wells, just to spice things up a little here, i shall type out the sms he sent to his so called girlfriend, (most probably starts with S-H-O):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpYZo-rnHxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QInDM4Yn3DE/s1600-h/Captured+2006-1-12+00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086281020972932882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" height="121" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpYZo-rnHxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QInDM4Yn3DE/s320/Captured+2006-1-12+00001.JPG" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The Guy Of The Day - Prasad!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/eyoem&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hope you enjoyed the movie as much as i did. i like your dress. hope to see you soon!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Prasad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. the sentence was so cheesy that i almost wanted to vomit la. even I would not say that to a girl. its just too cheesy. haha. if i were him ill just send: hope to enjoy the movie, and hope to see you soon, and so NOT talk about her dress lol. haiz. i guess Prasad needs serious help in trying to impress a girl sheesh. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing of the day! our madam who teaches us Lang Arts A, was talking to us about some meeting of hers, and she was telling us that she mistook the title she gave for an English word. guess what word did she use for the meeting? she used VOYEUR! haha. at first i did not know what was the meaning of such a word. not till my good friend Esmond told me. thank god he studies French. if not ill be so dumb. haha. it actually means: a pervert who peeps into other people's windows. haha.. imagine what would have happened if that was the title of the meeting. man.. the senior admin will surely 'hantum' her la! to kena hantum or not to kena hantum. that is the question. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpYdLurnHzI/AAAAAAAAACM/2tHF3nG_CSA/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086284916508270386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpYdLurnHzI/AAAAAAAAACM/2tHF3nG_CSA/s320/DSC00008.JPG" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(4 things to remember for a meaningful relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Giving in&lt;br /&gt;-Spend more time together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Better communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Learn to apologise to one another)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was basically most of the funny things that happened today. apart from having a Prasad Day, we also came up with a Prasad handsign. haha. and yep! im VERY sure we found today's PC lesson very meaningful right guys from 4.11? haha. it sure applied alot in the lives of both Prasad as well as others. today there were alot alot ALOT of hmm... homosexual acts committed in school. i shant go into further details but you know who you are.. haha.. XD. and oh YES! the FIGHT! *dramatic music plays* haha.. i shant mention who. XD. i guess we will be spreading it throughout the whole level. haha.. poor Prasad, i sympathise with him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as i didnt blog yesterday, i shall tell you of what happened yesterday then! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpYes-rnH0I/AAAAAAAAACU/jYF0yM-6Zhc/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086286587250548546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="133" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpYes-rnH0I/AAAAAAAAACU/jYF0yM-6Zhc/s320/DSC00017.JPG" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Bryan and Jenn Chong, as seen through my Sharingan eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. yesterday during tuition, 4 of us, Bryan Tan, Jenn Chong, Ging Ting and I were eating Macs in our physics tuition. haha. we were given a break time. then i bought a Sundae. Xd was about to eat it when Bryan went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AIYO! Marcus.. dont eat it.. it contained alot of chicken fat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, being cheeky, immediately went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha.. you are one yourself!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i simply regretted what i did, but after that part, i went on by describing another L.O.B.A.N.G.ish fable, which went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Sundae a day, Makes you a BRYAN oneday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. it was simply such an irresistable joke that i had to say it out, if not ill die from fidgetting. haha. sorry Bryan, please dont flatten me in school tomorrow! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha.. guess dats all i have to say for today! tune in next wek for more nonsense! XD. Marcus, signing off, Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joke of the Day (Shadiq's joke): [only if you watch movies XD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who is Faster? Superman or Batman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Superman.. because when Batman Begins, Superman Returns! XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865748660794926623-5046035433491316085?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/5046035433491316085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=5046035433491316085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/5046035433491316085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/5046035433491316085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2007/07/prasad-day.html' title='Prasad Day!'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpYccurnHyI/AAAAAAAAACE/xjKLuzzHl04/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-6038369953050108626</id><published>2007-07-10T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:20:45.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vege- Tables!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpOw6kIq73I/AAAAAAAAAB0/-nDIyW3UCUs/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085602924410367858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpOw6kIq73I/AAAAAAAAAB0/-nDIyW3UCUs/s320/DSC00003.JPG" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpOw6kIq73I/AAAAAAAAAB0/-nDIyW3UCUs/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(its my friend shafiq. no he is NOT in a vegetable state, and yea. i doubt if he is undergoing any genetic variation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo! its me again! haha. i am so posting this close to 12 am. haiz. was doing my homework till now, from 10 till 12. finished like both my maths, my chinese, and my language arts. whoo.. i feel so pooped. heh. today we had bio practical!(yay! XD) and yep! we had alot of fun doing genetic variations. haha ya ya.. i know my school is very lag in terms of syllabus. ive just started on organic chemistry for chemistry la! waaaa.. its sure is very slow la. oh wells. back to my story. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="preview" style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 75px" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpOt_UIq70I/AAAAAAAAABc/RhCLLmI8E_I/s320/DSC00002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Poor Brussel Sprout!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For our experiment, we were supposed to find out the different variations for the wild cabbage, and we were given examples, like Brussel Sprouts, Cabbages, Cauliflowers, Brocolli etc etc. it was pretty fun to mess around with all those vegetables, especially when there was a little penknife provided. our dear friend esmond really liked vegetables so much, he decided to make a mark of the brocolli on the table by rubbing the top of the brocolli head so that the petals ( or whatever u call them) lands on the table. well.. i found the brussel sprout that was supposed to have been left untouched during the whole experiment, had a big engraving on it. the engraving was so big that it split the WHOLE brussel sprout apart! well, in lame mans term means that some guy just ruined it by splitting the brussel sprout. XD! it was most probably the handiwork of our dear friend Esmond again. haha. and yea.. there were mini food fights going on, like vegetables being thrown around in small bits and pieces. i can also vaguely recall my Brahmin friend being so happy about the experiment as this was his (i believe) 1st experiment that he could do it hands-on. haha. poor guy XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eh... Global warming? Rise in sea level? LOL!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpOvBkIq71I/AAAAAAAAABk/UyWFXaJbF2s/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085600845646196562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="142" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpOvBkIq71I/AAAAAAAAABk/UyWFXaJbF2s/s320/DSC00012.JPG" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpOvBkIq71I/AAAAAAAAABk/UyWFXaJbF2s/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpOvBkIq71I/AAAAAAAAABk/UyWFXaJbF2s/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpOvBkIq71I/AAAAAAAAABk/UyWFXaJbF2s/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know what i am going to say after this will sound pretty random but, save the vegetables! eat your vegetables and dont let them go to waste! if not we Singaporeans will experience a rise in the sea level like hmmm.. the photo that i took was from my house swimming pool. but the scenario will still be the same! so start eating your veggies now and save the cutting of plants! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh wells.. i guess thats all i have to say for now folks! have a good day tomorrow! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpOwNEIq72I/AAAAAAAAABs/HZL5dYweE6U/s1600-h/breadtalk_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085602142726319970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="151" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpOwNEIq72I/AAAAAAAAABs/HZL5dYweE6U/s320/breadtalk_l.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joke of the day (thank you Ms Sie for this lame joke):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why is Singaporean Bread more special than Malaysian Bread?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because Singaporean BreadTalks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865748660794926623-6038369953050108626?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/6038369953050108626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=6038369953050108626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/6038369953050108626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/6038369953050108626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2007/07/vege-tables.html' title='Vege- Tables!'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpOw6kIq73I/AAAAAAAAAB0/-nDIyW3UCUs/s72-c/DSC00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-2006062144389570573</id><published>2007-07-09T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T02:49:59.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day seeing Tay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpIQvEIq7xI/AAAAAAAAABE/oJUDLpsBmYU/s1600-h/chemicals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085145330004717330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpIQvEIq7xI/AAAAAAAAABE/oJUDLpsBmYU/s320/chemicals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Chemist Tree!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, today we had another day of band, today being the most fun day of all. yes.. the most familiar face of Mr Tay Yong Lai was seen at the scene as usual. haha. all band members were allowed to get out of class at 10. pity though, the period which i had to skip was a chem practical period. its pretty saddening as ill have to redo the experiment sometime after school. oh wells, i am kinda upset that i have to get out of my favourite period of the whole week. haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpIQPkIq7wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vhoxZqlQd14/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085144788838838018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="132" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpIQPkIq7wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vhoxZqlQd14/s320/DSC00023.JPG" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(My Friend Lester and I - ex -Horners)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That aside, today we had plenty of fun playing our instruments in the Singapore Conference Hall, or rather SCH for short. haha. we didnt leave sch though, we left sch to go to SCH! haha. sounds pretty retarded. XD. oh wells, we played our instruments from around 10 till 4 or 5. haha. it was pretty tiring at first, since i always run out of breath pretty fast, but i got accustomed to it when i played for a longer period of time. after which we were watching the other bands perform their pieces. but frankly speaking, i was so tired from running to and fro from Lau Pa Sat for lunch that i slept throughout the whole thing. i only woke up when it was our turn to run through the final thing. haha. poor people, they surely must be real angry to see me sleeping right in front of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpITBkIq7yI/AAAAAAAAABM/hqY6Uq_YQiY/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085147846855552802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="118" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpITBkIq7yI/AAAAAAAAABM/hqY6Uq_YQiY/s320/DSC00026.JPG" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(ooh, this chair is MINE because my tissue paper box is on it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my FINAL point! when my friends and i went to find a seat in Lau PA Sat, we were estatic that we found a table with four seats! it was just nice for us. so we ran and 'koped' the seat. Now, i noted that the seat had 2 tissue paper packets on it, so i partially got the picture of why the seat was empty even though Lau Pa Sat was crowded as it was lunch hour, but i just wanted a laugh of the day. and true enough, a lady approached the table and she went: 'hey erm, are you guys sitting here? yea, thats my tissue paper packets.' even before we wanted to reply her, she walked off. my friends were laughing la. Koping a table with just 2 tissue paper packets?? it was simply unimaginable. i only saw such a case in sitcom dramas like Phua Chu Kang or so. haha. it was simply U-N-B-E-L-I-E-V-A-B-L-E! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess thats all ive got to say for now, till next time! hope you had a good laugh like me! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joke of The Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you know how to make Spiderman angry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Recite 'Peter Parker Picked A Piece Of Pickled Pepper..' in front of him! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865748660794926623-2006062144389570573?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/2006062144389570573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=2006062144389570573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/2006062144389570573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/2006062144389570573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-day-seeing-tay.html' title='Another Day seeing Tay...'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpIQvEIq7xI/AAAAAAAAABE/oJUDLpsBmYU/s72-c/chemicals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-4646078884122901071</id><published>2007-07-08T02:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T03:22:15.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IS Money The Root Of All Evil?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hi! its me again. haha. today i went to church, and was listening to the sermon the preacher was preaching today. she was talking about having an alignment of your 3 inner beings, your spirit first, then your soul, and finally your body, and with that, you can being in direct contact with God. she was giving an example from the bible of King David, when he wanted food from Nabal, Abigail's husband, Nabal immediately refused him, partially because he looked at King David in human's perspective. i was listening to that, and she brought up another pointer: Money is the root of all evil. and she questioned that phrase. is money really the root of all evil? or is it just the person's lust for money that makes it evil?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpC6lEIq7vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SAIgO7AnvYg/s1600-h/class+foto+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084769125229326066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpC6lEIq7vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SAIgO7AnvYg/s320/class+foto+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(My friends and I in the year 4 LDP program-Jaguar Team Fouyuck! XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can vaguely recall the time when i was in my year 4 LDP program. yea. that place seriously needs a makeover. haha. the food there, well, lets just say it was meagre. haha. i noted that when the food came for the 1st day everyone's hearts sank to the bottom of their stomachs la. haha. i, as usual, took up my spoon and just ate. haha. it was just rice and a small fish head (should have taken a photo of it) but oh wells, i thought of it as food as compared to those people who are suffering in Africa even as i type. haha. i have this sense that i should appreciate everything that is in Singapore even to the little details like the road works. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was just the starting part of my little argument. on the last day of the camp, our camp commandant invited some malaysian stall holders to our camp site to sell their little goodies. in case you were wondering where we were camping, it was in Kuala Linggi (i think so, and you cant possibly spot it from the world map) and ya. i remember the teacher buying 33 sticks of fishballs for the whole class. she did it out of thought and for that i kinda respected her, even though i like to play around and fool around in her class. haha. she is a very nice teacher. but the fact that she bought food for the class using her very own money, is that considered evil? to me i think that is a very kind act. so how can you say that money is the root of all evil? if that is so, then if you donate to charities, is that evil too? i am not saying that the phrase is completely wrong, but i find it unjust. yes. it is true that there are a bunch of people who rather betray their friends to get money, but there are also people that spend money to help others. so in my case, i rather the phrase to be changed to something like: the thought of money is the root of all evil. yes. the people who normally think of money are the ones that are evil. i am so not referring to my school principal though. he is a very nice person, who wants to improve the school extension and help the school gain respect by the public. if not for him, do you think we ACSI boys will be so respected by the people today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. i sound like a lecturer giving a speech on a blogsite. heh. oh wells. i so want to catch harry potter, but its on the 12th of july. haiz. how i wish i can catch it fast! XD. till next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joke of the day(sorry to those folks who dont understand Chinese T_T):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what is this cheng yu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when xiao bai grew up, he looked almost just alike as his father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;zheng xiang da bai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/6865748660794926623-4646078884122901071?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/4646078884122901071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=4646078884122901071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/4646078884122901071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/4646078884122901071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-money-root-of-all-evil.html' title='IS Money The Root Of All Evil?'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/RpC6lEIq7vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SAIgO7AnvYg/s72-c/class+foto+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-3876035009104887122</id><published>2007-07-07T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T03:56:30.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Pain..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Ro9c1kIq7tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YyKJ7UpFohY/s1600-h/Trumpet1_big_1087407295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084384579627445970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="274" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Ro9c1kIq7tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YyKJ7UpFohY/s320/Trumpet1_big_1087407295.jpg" width="87" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had band practice. it was pretty fun though, we played songs like Highlights from Chess, Grease the musical, the Incredibles, and finally Inn of Sixth Happiness. but oh wells, i forgot to bring some of my scores today, and i made the conductor angry. haiz. i feel upset about that, partially because he walked away and he deprived the rest of the people who were prepared to play. i felt like an idiot who was not prepared for practice at all. i mean, all the others brought their scores, and why does this joker not bring his score? i know its my fault, but why did Dr Lee walk off because of me only? i feel like a total idiot today. haiz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, apart from that incident, the rest of the day was pretty fun. XD. We had band practice till 4.30, and for lunch i accompanied some of my juniors to eat Macs in KAP. no.. when i mean Macs i dont mean the iMacs that i used for my podcast recording. i meant Macdonalds. haha. it was pretty fun la. i asked for 4 tubs of Curry sauce and the guy was staring at me. i bet he was thinking: oh my goodness, this ACS guy sure is a glutton! haha. I couldnt help laughing when i saw his expression. but that was nothing compared to one of my friends, whom i heard took 25 tubs of Curry sauce back to the band room. for what reason i also dont know. hee. i still owe my friend $3.70, helped him 'ta pow' his food, then didnt have the change to return back to him. haha. then it was sectionals after the lunch break, but i almost spent the whole time playing my PSP. Prince Of Persia sure is a very good game. XD. i was playing 'Grease the musical' with my friend. haha. my juniors were whining about how come i could go back so early. i simply told them: oh.. seniors priviledge. they nearly fainted la. haha. its pretty fun to bully some of your juniors. XD. poor guys. as im typing and posting this they are still in school practicing. heh. i wish them all the best! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was a rather fruitful week. ill be changing my handphone as well. haha. my Nokia 7270 is pretty outdated already. its like 3 years old??? haha.. so my parents going to get me a Sony Erricson one[pardon me if thats the wrong spelling]. i am pretty excited as the phone has a 3.2 mega pixel camera. haha. i like taking photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Ro9dOEIq7uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YSlLKtVzoFo/s1600-h/transformers-movie-wallpaper-original-1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084385000534240994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Ro9dOEIq7uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YSlLKtVzoFo/s320/transformers-movie-wallpaper-original-1280.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YES! if you guys have not caught Transformers yet, please do. its F-A-N-T-A-S-T-I-C! even my band conductor liked it la. haha. the jokes are pretty corny as well. Steven Spielberg rocks my SOCKS! XD! haha. it was so good that when the show ended the whole cinema was clapping and applauding the show la. its as though they were applauding and praising an invisible Steven Spielberg. XD. haha. but it was pretty funny, especially the part where Bumblebee 'lubricated' the Section 7 guy. haha. XD. i liked it so much i kept reciting it to my friends. XD! and i simply liked the part when Megatron was de-iced. it was so retarded i could not help laughing. when Megatron first came out, the first sentence he said was: 'I AM...MEGATRON!' i was like shouting: 'oh no no no.. you so ARE NOT Megatron!' XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ill be posting my podcast on my friendster blog as soon as i can, but itll take time. haha. so in the meantime ull have to wait then! XD. till next time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joke of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what did 0 say to 8?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nice belt u have there dude...&lt;/em&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/6865748660794926623-3876035009104887122?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/3876035009104887122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=3876035009104887122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/3876035009104887122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/3876035009104887122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-day-another-pain.html' title='Another Day, Another Pain..'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Ro9c1kIq7tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YyKJ7UpFohY/s72-c/Trumpet1_big_1087407295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865748660794926623.post-1532461269767857171</id><published>2007-07-05T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:33:49.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Ro3p80Iq7sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SOEAv-Lz6b8/s1600-h/3376868902268l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083976785367592642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Ro3p80Iq7sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SOEAv-Lz6b8/s320/3376868902268l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;( a photo of me edited.haha.i was pretty bored cos i just woke up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hello dudes and dudesses! haha.. in case you dont know who I am, Im marcus low! haha... u seriously must be thinking: hmmm, this guy types like this, must be very noob one. haha. and you are right! this is actually my 1st time blogging, wanted to try it out since I saw my good friends taking blogging as a habit. haha.. his excuse to blog was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;1) bo liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;2) nothing else to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;well.. i think both are the same thing haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ill be typing like maybe when I am free, or during public holidays like saturday or sunday. thanks to PM Lee, we now have a break! haha.. in case you guys are wondering, like if you are a stranger to me, im 15 years ++, and im in band! yep! ACSI band.. haha.. the one that got Top Band award. although I wasnt in the performance, I feel pretty happy for those main band-ers. haha.. I saw them work, and seriously, they worked EXTREMEY hard. haha.. ive got to give it to them for their perserverence. and also, its nothing without the conductor Dr Lee. coming to think of it, although he is like our band conductor, but somehow and somewhat I feel that he treats us like his little children. haha. he well, teaches us moral values, joke with us etc. I used to dislike him alot when I was young, like sec 1 or so, but now I feel like im beginning to appreciate him for what he has done for both the band and our individual lives (though at times I was sleeping with mi head on the mouthpiece of my trumpet). haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Ro3pe0Iq7rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4G9bhFoDgRE/s1600-h/Photo+58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083976269971517106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="201" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Ro3pe0Iq7rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4G9bhFoDgRE/s320/Photo+58.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(a picture of me and my podcast crew)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This term was started off with our school's IP symposium. it was pretty fun as we had to create a podcast, well, I asked for it. heh. the website is &lt;a href="http://www.clickcaster.com/reducingcm"&gt;www.clickcaster.com/reducingcm&lt;/a&gt; and yep! haha. I made that website. was pretty happy about my achievement, considering that ive not had much computer knowledge apart from C++ programming which I did in sec 1, and I forgot everything about it. heh. the podcast was pretty funny too. we get to play around with our school's lab full of iMacs la! waaaa..it was like so shocking for me that the school had this large amout of iMacs. XD. It was pretty cool to mess around with the podcast equiptment, and we even heard familiar tunes from mrbrown on those podcast equiptment la! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To think i actually thought that Mr Brown knew how to operate the scratch disc at the starting portion of his podcast lol.haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess thats all i have to blog today! haha. I do have many other stories to tell, but if I tell them all in just one blog, well, ill have ran out of stories to blog! haha.. so Ill be telling stories at the same time as i blog, be it past or recent. XD. Till Next time! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the way, if you want to add me on friendster, or msn, my email account is &lt;a href="mailto:inuyasha_cool_91@hotmail.com"&gt;inuyasha_cool_91@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. XD haha!&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="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joke of the day&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why are Ns men all bald? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because NS equals to No Shampoo, so the NS men in NS no shampoo to wash hair, so cut botak lor! XD&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/6865748660794926623-1532461269767857171?l=low-out-loud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/feeds/1532461269767857171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865748660794926623&amp;postID=1532461269767857171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/1532461269767857171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865748660794926623/posts/default/1532461269767857171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://low-out-loud.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-1st-blog.html' title='My 1st blog'/><author><name>m@rkiL0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18059881525848077157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXy3GHqmWL8/Ro3p80Iq7sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SOEAv-Lz6b8/s72-c/3376868902268l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
