<?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-5168546155056331098</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:08:32.422+08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='meme'/><category term='KHR'/><category term='bakuman'/><category term='snippet'/><category term='prefect annual dinner'/><category term='drawing'/><category term='poem'/><category term='manga'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='movies'/><category term='lol'/><category term='exams'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='tagg&apos;d'/><category term='eyeshield 21'/><category term='fanfic'/><category term='cosplay'/><category term='emo post'/><category term='blather'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='kuroshitsuji'/><category term='aizen-sama'/><category term='gaming'/><category term='WTFLOLWTF'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='first post'/><category term='tuition'/><category term='puasa'/><category term='yaoi'/><category term='htmling'/><category term='death note'/><category term='layout'/><category term='fund galore'/><category term='deep and meaningful'/><category term='bleach'/><category term='writing'/><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>[m]</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Contains profanity and copyrighted Marr's Stupid. Best viewed in Fiyahfoxe.&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-4077542572170583599</id><published>2008-12-04T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:42:40.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakuman'/><title type='text'>WHY HALO THAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/STfBw2CTRrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rKNHG9WOm34/s1600-h/HEYHEY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/STfBw2CTRrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rKNHG9WOm34/s400/HEYHEY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275898533370873522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, Bakuman. Finally got my costume after 1 month of waiting? : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takagi went insane and decided to dye his hair black and consequently growing it long, resulting in an effect called 'WTF'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Ezzyyy-kun. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-4077542572170583599?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/4077542572170583599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=4077542572170583599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/4077542572170583599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/4077542572170583599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-halo-thar.html' title='WHY HALO THAR'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/STfBw2CTRrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rKNHG9WOm34/s72-c/HEYHEY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-5487505247099543632</id><published>2008-11-12T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:01:51.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyeshield 21'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaoi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>First Post in a long, fucking time. Congratulations to me for trying to pick up the slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyeshield, 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just typing since I have a wee bit of time. And I just got off reading the 200th chapter. I'm so fucking happy. FUCKING HAPPY. You know? Reading Eyeshield 21 is, it's a fucking roller coaster. It's intense, it breaks your heart, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;burns&lt;/span&gt; fucking lot; it blows your mind, it brings you back to life; it's a haven for crotch shots and hot boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE FOUND. THE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. This - this manga? Is everything I've ever dreamed of. And it's about to end soon. Which I am sad, but grateful, because I can at least read through it without much suspense but -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the fans, who've stayed from the very beginning, or close to it, I fucking respect you. For going through this torrent of crazy emotions. This, this roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's one of the few manga with the intensity enough to make me goddamn cry. Take for example - the Shinryuuji Nagas and the Deimon Devil Bats's match. Oh, my god. 191-200 - ten chapters that will leave you to fucking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reel &lt;/span&gt;in the dust from the drama and the pain, oh god, the fucking suspense. You will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Eyeshield 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it so freaking much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A HIRUMA WALLSCROLL WAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriousness aside, seriously, lol, wtf was up with that? My serious speech LMFAO but yeah, ES21 does that to you. Pffshbah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This manga revealed to me one thing I never thought I would actually acknowledge to myself - a Het pairing that I actually like. Hiruma/Mamori. Oh, my god. I... I love this manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other pairings -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIRUMASENA AHHH OTP!!!! &lt;333333333333333&lt;/span&gt; AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AgonSena&lt;br /&gt;AgonHiruma&lt;br /&gt;UNSUI IS SO FUCKING AWESOME I LOVE HIM&lt;br /&gt;IKKYUUMONTA &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG &lt;33333333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AkibaKotarou&lt;br /&gt;KAKEI, OH MY GOD, SUCH A HOT MAN. WITH MIZUMACHI.&lt;br /&gt;SHIN AND SAKURABA AND TAKAMI THREESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAMN IT, I WANT MOAR IKKYUUMONTA MAX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I WANT MOAR HIRUSENA, MAX&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MOAR AGONSENA&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MOAR EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MOAR KAKEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/fangirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;I love Eyeshield 21 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh Hiruma &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Aizen&lt;br /&gt;2. Hiruma&lt;br /&gt;3. Dino Cavallone   &lt;- sorry bud. you've been downgraded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-5487505247099543632?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/5487505247099543632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=5487505247099543632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/5487505247099543632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/5487505247099543632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-2196922281032183034</id><published>2008-10-13T07:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:46:48.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuroshitsuji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakuman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Well?</title><content type='html'>A lot of things happened. But the one number thing is probably the fact that I got my wig, whee!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, relationship threads can make the emptiness in your heart burn like summer desert heat. Burn, baby. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burn. &lt;/span&gt;I haves no significant other. TTATT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, there is also the little wee fact that I haven't updated my fics yet. Oh, I love being so busy with Real Life. -fails horribly- I'm so sorry I'm so sorry I'm so sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um. Still owe a few things for a couple of friends (drawing wise).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonding with cosplaying friends. : D ~ I love all of them. I have a wifey and a daddy now. OwO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a shitload of things, too. Am looking forward to the exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... AFTER. The exams. Sorry. xD;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bakuman is getting cuter, Kuroshitsuji Anime is getting creepier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the caek is a lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-2196922281032183034?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/2196922281032183034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=2196922281032183034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/2196922281032183034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/2196922281032183034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/10/well.html' title='Well?'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-4081811487160915670</id><published>2008-09-26T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:44:55.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagg&apos;d'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Tagg'd and Yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px; "&gt;Copied directly from BUDAK NIE : whitetiara.blogspot.com XD because she tagg'd me. 8Db&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; "&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u345/butterfly-template/li_bg2.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 1.51em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;State 15 weird things/ habits/ little known facts about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u345/butterfly-template/li_bg2.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 1.51em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The 10 people I tag are to then to follow my footsteps and write their own 15 weird things/habits and little known facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Little known facts about myself? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Impossible. 8| &lt;/span&gt;Because I blurt out pretty much everythin'. 8Db&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u345/butterfly-template/li_bg2.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 1.51em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you want to contact me through my phone, I'll probably won't answer any calls because I'm always not with it. Yep, like that. 8Db&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u345/butterfly-template/li_bg2.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 1.51em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;I never keep stuff to myself UNLESS, if you specifically ask me personally not to tell anyone. Then I won't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u345/butterfly-template/li_bg2.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 1.51em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have this perception of very low self worth. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u345/butterfly-template/li_bg2.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 1.51em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love the colour green and orange. Contrast, much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u345/butterfly-template/li_bg2.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 1.51em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;I admit I'm tall. At 15, standing at a height of 167 cm, and I fucking want to get taller.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u345/butterfly-template/li_bg2.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 1.51em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I SWEAR. F***N' LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u345/butterfly-template/li_bg2.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 1.51em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like lying about the things I should lie about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u345/butterfly-template/li_bg2.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 1.51em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;I trust people easily 8Db&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u345/butterfly-template/li_bg2.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 1.51em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;I usually keep my toenails to grow really long until I'm forced to cut it off. XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u345/butterfly-template/li_bg2.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 1.51em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am in love with Sousuke Aizen-sama, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dino Cavallone,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Takagi Akito. On the other hand, I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; love Ash, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tardfuck (&lt;3),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; and Billy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u345/butterfly-template/li_bg2.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 1.51em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;I hate my forehead. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u345/butterfly-template/li_bg2.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 1.51em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;I am very, very, very, very, very, sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u345/butterfly-template/li_bg2.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 1.51em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%; "&gt;I love to sing too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u345/butterfly-template/li_bg2.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 1.51em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;I still don't have a tablet, and I will continue failing without one. dDX&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u345/butterfly-template/li_bg2.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; vertical-align: bottom; line-height: 1.51em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT TO BE A GUY. plzplzplzplz. T___T let me wake up one day as a guy. aih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I'm tagging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone and everyone including you, you and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;- For special mentions, I'm tagging Xan a second time. 8Db&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/5168546155056331098-4081811487160915670?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/4081811487160915670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=4081811487160915670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/4081811487160915670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/4081811487160915670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/09/taggd-and-yeah.html' title='Tagg&apos;d and Yeah'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-3868652143898963705</id><published>2008-09-14T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:54:52.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KHR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplay'/><title type='text'>planning, and planning</title><content type='html'>going as dino on the second day of CF. probably a confirmation, but i need to study the character damn shit religiously, not to mention WHERE. THE FUCK. CAN I FIND. HIS TATTOO. PICTURE. THAT'S CLEAR. AND USABLE. AS REFERENCEZ.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news, i malas gi skolah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-3868652143898963705?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/3868652143898963705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=3868652143898963705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/3868652143898963705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/3868652143898963705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/09/planning-and-planning.html' title='planning, and planning'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-5473690799562643261</id><published>2008-09-09T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:44:01.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='htmling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><title type='text'>HTML-ing</title><content type='html'>Is a fucking headache. I got a new layout! -yay.- Much shinier than the last one, with loads amounts of editing and going back and forth between Photoshop, Blogger and Photobucket. Glad it's halfway done. You can pull down the box up there, OMFG! Meet Takagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's quickly becoming the Second, below Aizen-sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will edit the comment boxes later... I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d00d, I think I need painkillers; re-learning everything you've known before is a freaking nightmare. Not to mention not saving your work before Firefox closes at its own will. (It did happen. Otherwise, I would've posted this 1 hour ago.) Fuck you, Firefoxxxx! But you're better than IE, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fanfics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you vultures picking on my fanfic status, yes, I'm working on Bonds, and Shiro's being a bitch to work with. Beat his ass. BEAT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for TEG2P -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grimmjow needs to be socked in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-5473690799562643261?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/5473690799562643261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=5473690799562643261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/5473690799562643261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/5473690799562643261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/09/html-ing.html' title='HTML-ing'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-4012879524553134647</id><published>2008-09-08T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:04:50.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Very Behind Work</title><content type='html'>Very, very much behind work. I'm sorry for those of you who read my fanfics and read this blog in hopes to find something related to any of them. Well, there you have it! Something related to my writings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously behind Bonds, aren't I? So, I sincerely apologize for those of you who are foaming in the mouth waiting for me to fucking update. I just recently got a review that smacked me back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WHY HAVEN'T YOU UPDATEDDD!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this anonymous reviewer, thank you for making me realize that I need to do this. XD Sometimes, I just need a little push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a shove down a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you! Whoever you are. I think I know &lt;em&gt;who&lt;/em&gt; you are. (No, it's not you, Xan. I think.) See you in a couple of (hopefully), hours. Just make me stay off the Cabal Online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... But I'm level 38. (Atm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Shadowsteel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get SS+3 Adepttttt!!! ;________;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-4012879524553134647?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/4012879524553134647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=4012879524553134647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/4012879524553134647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/4012879524553134647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/09/very-behind-work.html' title='Very Behind Work'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-4410575339721572802</id><published>2008-09-06T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:56:44.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep and meaningful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo post'/><title type='text'>First Emo Post</title><content type='html'>I'm actually pretty lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure a lot of people know how it feels to just sit there and not know what to do while your cousins/mom/dad/whofuckever bustles around doing crap and you feel like shit because you don't know what the fuck to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the stupidest thing is when you do try to help, they just shoot you down by saying "You're seriously bad at this".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sorry for getting in the way. Why do you think I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; help most of the time? WTF. It's like wanting one thing and the other. Don't fucking judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;judge &lt;/span&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what's worse - being labeled incompetent or being labeled useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate being the eldest girl in the family. I fucking hate being a girl, period. It's like a shitload of stupid expectations like being good with the knife, or something. Prejudice is so fucking dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-4410575339721572802?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/4410575339721572802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=4410575339721572802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/4410575339721572802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/4410575339721572802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-emo-post.html' title='First Emo Post'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-6838879321301807725</id><published>2008-09-05T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:32:15.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTFLOLWTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplay'/><title type='text'>Stupidity = WTF</title><content type='html'>Or so what I told Xan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was goddamn ored today in my room. I saw my binding bandages. Then I saw my brother's clothes. So probably, by now, knowing the fucktard I am - naturally my Stupid (C) will show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SMEzRngca0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/OuaD8wtvMds/s1600-h/wtflol-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SMEzRngca0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/OuaD8wtvMds/s400/wtflol-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242527818991823682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Uh..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SMEzRuf8kjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_veaexAXLnQ/s1600-h/wtflol-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SMEzRuf8kjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_veaexAXLnQ/s400/wtflol-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242527820868784690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"WTF I'M A GUY NOOOO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SMEzR8zKvrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pLEG3WmzVaw/s1600-h/wtflol-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SMEzR8zKvrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pLEG3WmzVaw/s400/wtflol-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242527824707501746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YESSSS! Victory to the M-man!!!oneoneshift+1"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SMEzR_gCHNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sbcuSXm7_w4/s1600-h/wtflol-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SMEzR_gCHNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sbcuSXm7_w4/s400/wtflol-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242527825432550610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mwahahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there the life of Ramm starts. XD Hello. I TAKDE KEJE. So, you guys. Ahahaha. Actually, this is more like cosplay practice. XD So. That's why I fooled around in my brother's clothes. XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I shaved off half my hair off. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SME0UaxRvwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RsRzZc93LYk/s1600-h/short+hair-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SME0UaxRvwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RsRzZc93LYk/s400/short+hair-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242528966624001794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so Ramm shaved off half his hair off to begin a life ANEW as some random dude on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Right. That's it, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out. -dodges shoes-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-6838879321301807725?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/6838879321301807725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=6838879321301807725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/6838879321301807725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/6838879321301807725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/09/stupidity-wtf.html' title='Stupidity = WTF'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SMEzRngca0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/OuaD8wtvMds/s72-c/wtflol-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-3733460041308640671</id><published>2008-09-04T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:44:28.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>what the</title><content type='html'>bring it back into black&lt;br /&gt;get the shit on&lt;br /&gt;with your freak on&lt;br /&gt;with the things on&lt;br /&gt;on on on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shock and awe and amaze me&lt;br /&gt;be good&lt;br /&gt;ERASE ME get the fuck off&lt;br /&gt;and go and&lt;br /&gt;get the back off&lt;br /&gt;why don't you&lt;br /&gt;go back back back &lt;em&gt;back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do the trackback&lt;br /&gt;heel the front and&lt;br /&gt;kill the fun and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ticker tick and tickin' round the clock&lt;br /&gt;be sure to know&lt;br /&gt;draw two arms and legs and&lt;br /&gt;whatcha know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring out the band&lt;br /&gt;give a bright smile&lt;br /&gt;split your lips&lt;br /&gt;into two&lt;br /&gt;screaming up around all about&lt;br /&gt;what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;television on show&lt;br /&gt;for sale&lt;br /&gt;kicking up in the hearts of men&lt;br /&gt;why don't you&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for ice ice ice&lt;br /&gt;cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say the words you wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;be the person you've always been&lt;br /&gt;scare the shit&lt;br /&gt;right outta them and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring it back into black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some fear it has on&lt;br /&gt;things to show&lt;br /&gt;for sale and to be&lt;br /&gt;sure for sure&lt;br /&gt;that all the hands&lt;br /&gt;and all the hoods to&lt;br /&gt;see in space are&lt;br /&gt;gone for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-3733460041308640671?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/3733460041308640671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=3733460041308640671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/3733460041308640671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/3733460041308640671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/09/what.html' title='what the'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-3888615922763629644</id><published>2008-09-03T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:01:24.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puasa'/><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>Hopefully, I can puasa / fast tomorrow. Y_Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed the layout colors again. It was too black for me. (Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Definition of Meme:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A unit of cultural information, such as a cultural practice or idea, that is transmitted verbally or by repeated action from one mind to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking shit technical-much? I always thought it was just a bunch of questions you pass around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm tagging all of you tardfucks. Do what you want; do this one too. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEME-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. What are some of your nicknames?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In RL: Nikk (once...) Marr, Woman, Fucktard, You Dumb Shit, ETC. (Sound famillar? xD) In the Intrawebs: Marr. XD Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. What do you do before bedtime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check my e-mail. Then, I hoard everything writable (esp. my pencil case and my sketchbook [a.k.a. a bunch of papers into a file] and maybe a notebook, then draw/write/crap on the paper I have on hand atm) with me to the bed. My phone comes with me. 8D I usually fall asleep before I can write anything... Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. What fandom(s) are you most into at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakuman and Bleach. Mostly Bakuman atm, but Aizen-sama is my number ONE. (You people are probably saying: "Oh shit, there she goes again with her Aizen-sama &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; and Aizen-sama &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; and she's NOT GOING TO STOP!" Point noted, and I don't resent it at ALL. 8D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. What is your favorite scent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Probably the scent of any Herbal Essences shampoo. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. What video games are you playing at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatal Frame 3, Command &amp;amp; Conquer 3: Kane's Wrath, and Cabal Online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. What do you eat the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... Eggs. As for drinks, usually chrysanthemum tea because it's the only thing that doesn't make my throat hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. Do you trust easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking shit yes. &gt;_&gt; So if you lose/lost that trust, byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. What was your first big fandom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Had to be Naruto. Then, Sasuke happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents's comments about me being incompetent (particularly my dad). His words, to me, are like lasers piercing through the very bottom of my heart. Or some metaphorical flowery shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10. Do you have a good body-image?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my palms. My body-image is weird. I hate it sometimes and I like it sometimes and I just don't give a fuck most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11. What's your favorite Holiday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any holiday where I can stay in front of the computer or go out with my friends and fangirl to my heart's content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12. What websites do you visit most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog, my e-mail (Hotmail), LJ, Comic Fiesta, Cosplay Fiesta, and some other sites I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, my dad, my younger brothers, Ash, Xan, Billy, Fiwa. xD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody tagged me &gt;_&gt; Probably they'll just do it for the lolz. Takde kerja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15. What’s the last song that got stuck in your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play With Me by Extreme. I really, love that song. That, and Shake It by Metro Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16. What’s your favorite item of clothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My white-with-orange-shoelaces shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17. What's better: to give or to receive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18. What would you do if you saw $100 lying on the ground?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around for the owner, then take it. Then look around for moar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;19. What items could you not go without during the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paper-file-that-is-my-sketchbook, or any personal notebook at the time. I CANNOT. STAND. PEOPLE LOOKING AT IT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20. What should you be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homework &gt;__&gt; And writing. AND, fanarting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-3888615922763629644?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/3888615922763629644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=3888615922763629644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/3888615922763629644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/3888615922763629644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/09/meme.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-1434008496733552520</id><published>2008-09-03T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:14:15.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>exhale</title><content type='html'>breathe, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the window&lt;br /&gt;like what you see?&lt;br /&gt;raining and raining&lt;br /&gt;is what's in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunshine's a liar&lt;br /&gt;it never stays on&lt;br /&gt;you can't keep it close&lt;br /&gt;and once you look&lt;br /&gt;away&lt;br /&gt;it's already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish you can touch the light?&lt;br /&gt;feel the heat;&lt;br /&gt;(get outside)&lt;br /&gt;green and brown all over&lt;br /&gt;and under your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish you could wonder&lt;br /&gt;how the feeling sets in&lt;br /&gt;the water's rising over&lt;br /&gt;it's time to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stretch your hands out&lt;br /&gt;the warmth is a lie&lt;br /&gt;what you feel now&lt;br /&gt;is something going by -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast, quick, slow.&lt;br /&gt;go and watch it flow.&lt;br /&gt;raining raining raining&lt;br /&gt;on your hand;&lt;br /&gt;the water's running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look in the house and&lt;br /&gt;like what you see?&lt;br /&gt;or you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain soaks your shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you feel the cold&lt;br /&gt;and so does the earth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-1434008496733552520?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/1434008496733552520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=1434008496733552520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/1434008496733552520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/1434008496733552520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/09/exhale.html' title='exhale'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-1305218424883723598</id><published>2008-09-01T08:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:15:38.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KHR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakuman'/><title type='text'>Cosplaying Plans 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Edited, Monday, 8th September 2008.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edited [2], Sunday, 14th September 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comic Fiesta 2008 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Happening in &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sunway Pyramid Convention Hall&lt;/span&gt;, December &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;20th - 21st&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- is happening. And shit happens when it's happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going as Takagi Akito in the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I considered cosplaying him on the second day, but Xan introduced me to the wonderful character of the klutzy Dino Cavallone/Chiavorone, so I was forced to make a compromise. (Not really.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I have the suit... Mwahahaha. Future Arc is go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Character list below inclusive of both characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt; - acquired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Wig (Blond)&lt;/strong&gt; - RM 64. Will be getting it early October.&lt;br /&gt;- Contacts (Light Brown) - Ordering around October considering hiking prices (XD) and lack of money. RM 80.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Takagi Akito (Casual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Red Jacket -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - RM 125. Confirmed payment, and I'll be getting it near the end of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Pants -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - With the outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;- Shoes -&lt;/span&gt; My own.&lt;br /&gt;- Headphones - RM50. May be considering borrowing Ezy's one.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; Glasses -&lt;/strong&gt; Borrowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dino Cavallone/Chiavorone (Future Self)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Suit Jacket -&lt;/strong&gt; Borrowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- White Shirt -&lt;/strong&gt; Borrowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Pants -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;- Shoes -&lt;/span&gt; Borrowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tie -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finding.&lt;br /&gt;- Tattoos - For the love of god, how do I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;this!?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Whip -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Misc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make-up. Either borrow... Or borrow XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;- Binding bandages - &lt;/span&gt;RM10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far &lt;strong&gt;50%&lt;/strong&gt; completed/soon-to-have (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;/16 things). ( It doesn't matter, still 50% &gt;_&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've spent RM125 + RM64 + RM10 = &lt;strong&gt;RM199&lt;/strong&gt;. (My pockets burn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budget should be under RM300, or I'm balking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to act dumb. Like Akito. And then totally harass Xan with it. XD In her Mukuro shirt. YES. And I'm going to act dumb as Dino too. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-1305218424883723598?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/1305218424883723598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=1305218424883723598' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/1305218424883723598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/1305218424883723598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/cosplaying-plans-2008.html' title='Cosplaying Plans 2008'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-7452053388988886128</id><published>2008-08-28T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:26:15.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>blatherin'</title><content type='html'>dear miserable me&lt;br /&gt;have you done everything you wanted?&lt;br /&gt;have you gotten all the things you need&lt;br /&gt;have you gone from place to place&lt;br /&gt;to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;to the ones you'll never face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;or did you pull out from your sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;have you wondered yet whether they'll forget you&lt;br /&gt;some of them will&lt;br /&gt;some of them won't&lt;br /&gt;mostly the wills more than the won'ts&lt;br /&gt;as you wonder they'll wonder too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asking themselves&lt;br /&gt;why hadn't i said&lt;br /&gt;'how do you do?'&lt;br /&gt;it'll make a difference? it probably won't.&lt;br /&gt;after all, you're not the type to let it all go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dear miserable me&lt;br /&gt;do the things that you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;get the things that you need.&lt;br /&gt;go see all the faces&lt;br /&gt;you'll never have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aim from the side and bring it along&lt;br /&gt;make sure you hit where it bleeds the most.&lt;br /&gt;let it all spill and let it go black&lt;br /&gt;when the time comes&lt;br /&gt;it's time to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-7452053388988886128?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/7452053388988886128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=7452053388988886128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/7452053388988886128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/7452053388988886128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/blatherin.html' title='blatherin&apos;'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-3935851929495562431</id><published>2008-08-23T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:43:38.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><title type='text'>One Utama</title><content type='html'>It's fucking huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it turns out I &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;went out, with Xan, and my brothers but they split to another part so Xan and me were like going around... And we walked back and forth from the Old Wing to the New Wing at least twice. My feet don't hurt because I've done worse than that. Naturally, you'd learn a few things while going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are facts, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, on the way towards OU through NKVE, if you see a McDonald's attempt of promoting their kiosk in a Petrol Station (I won't mention any names in fear of sue-age) through waving a flag with the McDon's logo on it with an umbrella over the fucktard who's waving the flag, then yes, that's real, and no, you're not dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, security's such a bitch at OU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three, OU is fucking large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four, you can find some really retarded people in OU. Exhibit A has to be the 'adults' in front of us who were taking their own sweet time to &lt;em&gt;go up the line.&lt;/em&gt; Um, thanks a lot for cutting us earlier, but that's just crossing the line. OH WAIT. YOU CROSSED IT ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five, the retarded people mentioned earlier don't just line up slow - they walk slow as well. Take a detour to the other corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six, OU is fucking large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven, Anime Tech in OU does not have any paraphernalia related to Mukuro of Katekyo Hitman Reborn. (Also, they have Jyunjyo Romantica's Illustration Book there, but it's now sold out, because I bought it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight, OU is fucking large, and a testament to this fact has to be that Anime Tech was on &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; side while GSC is on the &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine, fucktards and retards apparently populate, and you can find a lot of them in toilets. They won't fucking &lt;em&gt;move.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten, GSC starts movies fucking slow. They have bad service, they don't clean up right... And they're slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven, Wall E is so fucking cute I have to kick him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve, don't hang out with retarded friends who leave you alone just like that and &lt;em&gt;abandon &lt;/em&gt;you. Do they even have a right to be called friends? No. (I'm not talking about Xan, FYI.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen, make a mental note to harass your brother's friends who abandoned him. See fact above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen, OU is fucking large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen, you can't get a decent snack without waiting for at least 15 mins in Jusco in Saturdays, especially 23rd of August 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen, security is fucking lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen, OU is fucking large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up everything pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I really did get that Jyunjyo Romantica Illustration Book. It's only for RM 45. BTW, NOTE TO AIRAH, THEY HAVE CODE GEASS ILLUS. BOOK THERE. 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-3935851929495562431?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/3935851929495562431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=3935851929495562431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/3935851929495562431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/3935851929495562431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-utama.html' title='One Utama'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-5245532396689423752</id><published>2008-08-23T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:43:34.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snippet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuroshitsuji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaming'/><title type='text'>Eighteenth Post</title><content type='html'>For the month of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as for the holidays... They sucked. Shit. Ass. It's a crime for it to be this boring now like srsly. Did you guys go out anywhere? That's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;greattttt.&lt;/span&gt; I, on the other hand, is stuck at either my house/Xan's house/tuition during the whole duration of my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, hopefully, I can go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, going to Border's and buying a couple of manga there because I am horribly, horribly lacking in new yaoi manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I had a sudden epiphany to cosplay as Finn the Gardener from Kuroshitsuji because he's cute like that. xD; But I need a blond wig. Short, choppy cut. Anyone can order for me? I'll pay you back, I promise. I'm just too lazy to ask my parents for me, or god forbid, order it myself. YOU ALL KNOW HOW SHY I AM. STFU, YOU THERE IN THE BACKGROUND WHO'S LAUGHING HIS HEAD OFF. YES, YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Please do this and I will love you like shit. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we're already halfway through Fatal Frame 3!!! :D Smile smile. At least it's getting creepier.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And,&lt;/span&gt; we get to play Kei Amakura. 8D He's so woobly. SO, so gay. No man can ever walk that slow and call himself straight. Or run that slow, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more after this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-5245532396689423752?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/5245532396689423752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=5245532396689423752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/5245532396689423752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/5245532396689423752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/eighteenth-post.html' title='Eighteenth Post'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-4454775629234393563</id><published>2008-08-20T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:19:24.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snippet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>Wei, Chong Wei</title><content type='html'>Nah, this isn't a rant about Chong Wei and his suckishness at the Beijing Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a rant about Chong Wei's awesomeness, and how people should just lay off the guy just because he got a silver and not a gold. So, listen up people who think that he sucks. Just listen. Read my text here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, RETARD. Yes, you, the guy who's dissing Chong Wei. HELLO. LIKE, TRY A LITTLE SOMETHING CALLED EMPATHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I AM LIKE SO SICK OF EVERYBODY DISSING HIM JUST BECAUSE HE GOT A FUCKING &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SILVER.&lt;/span&gt; FYI, IMO, THAT'S GREAT. AT LEAST HE GOT SOMETHING AND NOT NOTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DON'T GIVE ME THAT BULLSHIT OF 'Oh, if he got something, he should do better in the final match then! 21-8 sucks!' It's fucking hard to cope under all that fucking pressure. I'm actually sort of surprised he got into the finals... And even then people diss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LISTEN UP. GO TAKE UP THE RACQUET AND SLAM DOWN THE SHUTTLECOCK ON THE SURFACE OF THE BADMINTON COURT IN LONDON'S OLYMPICS 2012, HMM? IF YOU CAN EVEN PICK THAT UP AND MOVE YOUR FAT LAZY ASS OFF THE COUCH. IF YOU CAN EVEN MAKE IT INTO THE OLYMPICS. GO SHOW YOUR STUFF, ASSHOLES. LAY OFF HIM OR I'LL BURN YOUR FUCKING BALLS. OH, I'M SORRY. APPARENTLY YOU'VE GOT NADA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm so sick of people these days. 'Oh, I'm so disappointed in him!' Go fuck yourselves and go get yourselves a new pair of balls with that snippy mouth of yours. Wanna get snippy? GO TO THE STATIONERY STORE. I'M SURE THERE'S A PAIR OF SCISSORS WAITING FOR YOU TO SNIP AT THE PAPER. I'LL EVEN GET YOU AN A3 SIZED PAPER, DUMBFUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-4454775629234393563?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/4454775629234393563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=4454775629234393563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/4454775629234393563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/4454775629234393563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/wei-chong-wei.html' title='Wei, Chong Wei'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-4098090335700854971</id><published>2008-08-19T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:32:20.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTFLOLWTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaming'/><title type='text'>Crazy Shooter Online</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKrKe9ixRqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sN-gfq_ihKo/s1600-h/crazyshootertitle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You should play this game. Maybe even for a little bit because of the amount of LOLs involved, and not to mention the awesomeness of some of the people in here who just kicks ass. I can't even get a shot in within my first life because they keep on shooting me down (or maybe it's the lag...?). The respawn time is kinda fast; about 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But then again, there are a few things about this game that's just &lt;em&gt;different.&lt;/em&gt; Or else it wouldn't be here, amirite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236220338755408706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKrKp8kxE0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/7KBl-Q_r5eI/s320/crazyshootertitle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There you go. LITTLE KIDS IN URBAN CLOTHES WTF.&lt;/p&gt;First off, this game pits urban 20-something-year-olds against each other in a battle of I Kill You, You Kill Me sort of Death Matches. Of course there's Team ones... But who ever liked being confined to one particular group anyway? :D I picked Death Match. It's a One-Against-All thing. The first minute you step inside there you immediately get shot. Unless if you don't lag, you might survive. And there's also the slight problem of the spawn points being &lt;em&gt;fucking everywhere&lt;/em&gt;, and that means you have to watch your freaking back at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that everytime they spawn, they get a three second invincibility which sucks a lot especially if you're on a kiling spree and they appear out of nowhere and then you get shot down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the game's still new, and it's made by Chinese Developers (that means the radio commands are voiced in some chinese dialect, but never fear, the game's in English but not necessarily the Queen's English) and it's &lt;em&gt;new,&lt;/em&gt; so it means that they only have a few maps. Oh well. And Death Match can only take place in one map. Poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU KNOW WHAT, THEY DANCE. TO RESTORE HEALTH. YOU SHOULD SEE THEM DANCE. IT AIN'T BREAK DANCING. IT IS CALLED THE JELLY MOVE. 8D LMFAOBBQLOLWTFLOLLOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;End of story. 8D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And today, I went to Xaniele's house to play Fatal Frame Three. The Wandering Mother is FUCKING CREEPY. &gt;_&gt; Airah came along later. We squealed about the awesomeness of yaoi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peh, tomorrow I have tuition. Damn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-4098090335700854971?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/4098090335700854971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=4098090335700854971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/4098090335700854971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/4098090335700854971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy-shooter-online.html' title='Crazy Shooter Online'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKrKp8kxE0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/7KBl-Q_r5eI/s72-c/crazyshootertitle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-28798334454134692</id><published>2008-08-16T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T19:13:11.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTFLOLWTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaoi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaming'/><title type='text'>Roar, My Inner Beast</title><content type='html'>FOR I AM LIKE ON FIE-YAH (fire) AND I'D LIKE TO BLOW SOME SHIT UP THANKYOUVERYMUCH. FOR TODAY, WAS THE MIXTURE OF AWESOME AND WTF THIS IS FUCKING CREEPING ME OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting over the drama of tennis yesterday, I waited for the new day to start. It did. In a strange fashion. Now, some of you might know the sakit-hati-ness of my EPIC of the most EPIC battle with The End in Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater which happened a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little trivia for all of you who don't know: The End is not 'the end'; he's an old man that's part of this group called the Cobras formed by the three major powers of the world and it's headed by this awesome chick called The Boss. Yeah, even her 'the' needs capitalizing. So, in simpler English, these guys are like the super elite of the elite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elite &lt;/span&gt;soldiers. The End is the sniping dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKaxf8W0Z1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Aopjf2r3iBo/s1600-h/mgs3-end-cobra-unit.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKaxf8W0Z1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Aopjf2r3iBo/s320/mgs3-end-cobra-unit.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235066779200677714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bane of my existence in MGS3 is in the form of an Old Man with a fucking parrot for a companion, and apparently he can wing it with photosynthesis. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, naturally, there was a sniping shootout. It encompasses a large territory (three separate maps!!!) that you have to stalk around and snipe each other... So in other words... It was like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not a very patient person. So I gave it a try. And I actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got &lt;/span&gt;patient - I waited out for the guy and all, and I was like, doing so well, I was freaking thisclose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THISCLOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To shooting his fucking eyeballs out and winning that fucking boss fight when suddenly, he sneaked up beside me and I got my ass shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCKITY MC FUCKIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that was how the EPIC BATTLE OF THE EPIC OF BATTLES went. So I revisted the thing after a few months (MONTHS) because I wasn't kecil-hati with it anymore so I was like totally prepared to fight that fugly old man bitch. Okay, the CD was working fine. The people were working well. I was trying to remember Snake's control during the intro movie scene. The game loaded up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mysterious new cutscene went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir. I found The End - he's dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? HE'S DEAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean he's dead!"&lt;br /&gt;"He's just dead, sir."&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe he just died from old age."&lt;br /&gt;"Wtf? He just kicked the bucket in the middle of the battle because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old age&lt;/span&gt;?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH EXACTLY I WAS THINKING OF THE SAME THING, MAN. HE JUST KICKED THE BUCKET WHEN I LEFT HIM THERE IN THE CONSOLE THE NONLIVING CONSOLE, MIGHT I ADD, FOR IDON'TKNOW HOW MANY MONTHS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALK ABOUT FUCKING-ABSOLUTELY CREEPY, DUDE. IS THIS THING ALIVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SENTIENT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE MY LAUNDRY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THAT'S ANOTHER STORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Like. A sense of pride went through me. Like, like my mind knew subconsciously that you have to stake it out for a few months and let your fury burn at it and let it die on its own. I... I don't know. Games just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; do that but when they do, when they actually know you're killing them off slowly, it's like... The best feeling in the world. It's like shooting someone in the balls without even looking in Rainbow Six: Vegas 2 (for the record, you can actually do that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later I found out that actually, yeah, the guy does die from old age. Apparently if you don't want to fight the guy at all, just save your game, reset your PS2, go to the configuration menu, fast forward the time to a few months (years if you really want to), and play the game. He'll, like, die. LOL. JUST LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, makers of this game: AWESOMESAUCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it's really a lot of fun to dress up as Major Ivan Raidenovitch Raikov. Major &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who?&lt;/span&gt; Major Raikov, really. XD You can do practically&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; when you're disguised as this guy - you can run around, you can roll around, you can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;punch the freaking guards.&lt;/span&gt; Oh my GOD. Playing this guy was absolutely the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOMB&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you can do whatever you want now."&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;"Even punch a guy in the face?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep."&lt;br /&gt;"You're kidding me."&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm serious."&lt;br /&gt;"Really?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, really."&lt;br /&gt;"Why's that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Raikov's just that kinda guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKazk5db99I/AAAAAAAAAD8/eZnLm-yL1hI/s1600-h/raikov.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKazk5db99I/AAAAAAAAAD8/eZnLm-yL1hI/s320/raikov.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235069063345731538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. This is the guy who I have to strip naked and stuff into a locker to. And he gets love from a psychomaniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKa0mGLqxaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aqZTk7MepQ0/s1600-h/raikov-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKa0mGLqxaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aqZTk7MepQ0/s320/raikov-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235070183452362146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's the dude in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKa0mfAlT8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/OlRtzIw7Tos/s1600-h/raikov-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKa0mfAlT8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/OlRtzIw7Tos/s320/raikov-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235070190116753346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And him, from another angle. I'd seriously get another picture of him, but there're no good cutscenes of him. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously. And, not to mention he's freaking hot and is Volgin (the bad guy)'s gay lover. XDDD (A reference to the girly looks of Raiden, protagonist of MGS2.) LMFAO. I mean, Volgin was totally grabbing Snake-In-Disguise-As-Raikov's crotch while in one of the cutscenes, and he said 'You're supposed to be in my room', so like srsly, implications of lovers there, totally. I dunno, I just find two sadomasochistic people who are totally in love with each other trying to rule the world horribly endearing. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKa0muTaOGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xNuXqx4-51k/s1600-h/200px-Volgin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKa0muTaOGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xNuXqx4-51k/s320/200px-Volgin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235070194222250082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Volgin. He's trying to rule the world 10000 kWs per second. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meaning, he can shoot lightning from his hands! Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today. Highlights of my day seems to be MGS3. Am I right? Also, it brought my mood down. BECAUSE IT WOULDN'T LOAD FOR THE NEXT STAGE OF THE BATTLE WITH VOLGIN I MEAN LIKE WTF SERIOUSLY LA COME ON &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the story anyway, and even if I can't complete the game, I still know the story, and I don't really wanna fight the awesomesauce chick (the Boss), AND I got to punch the freaking guards without being sic'ed on my ass by being Raikov for a little while, so it was all good. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean. Like. I punch a guy in a face, right? They're like -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"U-Um, k-keep up the good work, s-sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY WERE READY TO PISS IN THEIR PANTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Raikov. I seriously do. And Volgin, so at least I didn't get to kill him in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-28798334454134692?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/28798334454134692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=28798334454134692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/28798334454134692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/28798334454134692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/roar-my-inner-beast.html' title='Roar, My Inner Beast'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKaxf8W0Z1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Aopjf2r3iBo/s72-c/mgs3-end-cobra-unit.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-6107594916446614349</id><published>2008-08-15T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:31:08.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>Olympic Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;YOU CALL YOURSELF A FUCKING SHIT OFFICIAL FOR THE OLYMPIC GAMES WHEN YOU MISSED A FREAKING HIT!? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU BRAZILIAN PIECE OF FUCKING SHITBAGBITCH?!?!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, my friends, is tennis. And how you can get high blood pressure from even watching the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Let's start from the beginning. See, I was monitoring the 2 hour 30+ minute game between James Blake (the guy who beat Federer) and Fernando Gonza-whatever-his-name-is (yeah, by now, you should know that I support the American dude) that just ended 5 minutes ago. So it was starting off fine, you know? The usual 6-4 going to Blake and then a comeback from Gonzalez 7-5. Fine. It was alright. So, in this tournament, they ain't got no tiebreakers for the 3rd set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was going nicely (and like a fucking turtle race), the scores going back and forth... And then Blake did this awesome move thing on Gonzalez's serve at the 11th game, I think, which, like, was just too awesome for words, and he won a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BUT THE OFFICIAL DIDN'T SEE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE AWARDED THE POINT TO THAT GONZALEZ DUDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, no offense to Gonzalez or anything, he really is a great player. But what I can't understand is that official bitch. I MEAN COME ON. He keeps on getting everything wrong and Blake has to challenge the dude every time and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THAT LAST ONE WAS THE FINAL STRAW WHEN HE TOTALLY CRUSHED BLAKE BY SAYING OH, SORRY, I TOTALLY DIDN'T SEE THAT SO I MISSED IT SO GONZALEZ GETS THE POINT WITHOUT ME INSTANT REPLAYING IT. THAT WAS LOW, OFFICIAL DUDE. THAT WAS LIKE, FUCKING LOW. YOU DUMB SHIT. OPEN YOUR EYES A BIT MORE NOW WOULD YOU!? IF YOU MISSED IT, THEN FUCKING REVIEW THE GODDAMN THING YOU FUCKING PIECE OF **** *** ******!!!!!!)(*%)@*%*)#@)%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YES, I VERY THE ANGER. D:&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if Blake overshoots the thing it doesn't mean that he fucking missed it. That was totally unfair. And, in the end, if he gets the point, I'm sure the game would be a lot different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the results were 6-4, 5-7, 9-11. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, he's a great player. But it doesn't mean I like the dude. I hope Nadal beats Gonzalez's ass. YOU'RE LIKE MY ONLY HOPE LEFT, MAN. 8D MAKE THE MAN GET A SILVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-6107594916446614349?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/6107594916446614349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=6107594916446614349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/6107594916446614349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/6107594916446614349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-rant.html' title='Olympic Rant'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-3311117731240791066</id><published>2008-08-15T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:59:34.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>My Head Hurts</title><content type='html'>I re-watched tennis this morning. I'm not a big fan of it or anything, but someone's gotta rant about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the big names of tennis are falling in the Olympics! Except Nadal. He's keeping his cool. The two William sisters and Federer totally bunked it, though. I mean, come on! Venus was keeping her cool for the first three sets of the game and I was like shouting at her to lose because I wanna see Li Na pass and whaddya know. She lost to Li Na, 7-5 7-5. 8D So I was like, YES YOU GO GIRL. (Yeah, I'm kinda partial to Asia than the West. Not to mention I always support the underdogs, except in matters relating to swimming. Now that, I support US of A. 8D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKT8RiBHbPI/AAAAAAAAADk/PHrjsMC1SZ4/s1600-h/li+NA-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKT8RiBHbPI/AAAAAAAAADk/PHrjsMC1SZ4/s320/li+NA-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234586045030821106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power to the Asian chicks, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKT7WkNIBqI/AAAAAAAAADc/FIGjVYDA4_g/s1600-h/federer-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKT7WkNIBqI/AAAAAAAAADc/FIGjVYDA4_g/s320/federer-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234585032005781154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, man, good game. Only that I was lyk ttly winnin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Blake, way to show it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'd like to point out that the Beijing National Aquatics Center is verra much pretty in the night time. It's also known as the water cube. I mean, look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKT-lJj1MDI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZgHRziuf0c0/s1600-h/275px-BirdnestWatercube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKT-lJj1MDI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZgHRziuf0c0/s320/275px-BirdnestWatercube.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234588581086179378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel absolutely sick. I'm going to practice on my drawing again. I'll be drawing fanart, mostly. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-3311117731240791066?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/3311117731240791066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=3311117731240791066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/3311117731240791066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/3311117731240791066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-head-hurts.html' title='My Head Hurts'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKT8RiBHbPI/AAAAAAAAADk/PHrjsMC1SZ4/s72-c/li+NA-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-3630757354545188705</id><published>2008-08-14T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:15:22.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>Equestrian And Disappointments</title><content type='html'>Well, I was watching the Dressage event for the Equestrian at the Summer Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should read up on it in Wikipedia to learn some of the terms, like for example in this case, 'passage' isn't pronounced like normally. Give it a more French flair. 'PAS-Sauj'. 8D So I was watching it, and there was this one time where the commentators were getting a bit snarky with the judging. (Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Marks are 1-10.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, look at that! Absolutely brilliant half-pass - deserving an eight, definitely. Maybe even the first nine! Don't you think so, George? ... George.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm looking for it - oh. Sorry. Those were three eights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... Pfftbah! (&lt;/span&gt;It seriously sounded like the definite equivalent of a commentator saying 'WTF' in a prestigious event.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; these judges want for a nine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentators crack me up. And the 'Jen' person is supposedly a lady... But she sounds like a dude wtfbbqlol. (Got a dude out there named Jenny? Please inform me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Federer lost. Again. For his third Olympics. World number one. World number one? World number &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta go, since Tofy is being so snarky about not getting the computer. TOMORROW'S THE EXAMS, BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get frustrated over my brothers sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-3630757354545188705?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/3630757354545188705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=3630757354545188705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/3630757354545188705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/3630757354545188705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/equestrian-and-disappointments.html' title='Equestrian And Disappointments'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-5221469648324363984</id><published>2008-08-14T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:02:13.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakuman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><title type='text'>Bakuman &amp; Sickness</title><content type='html'>Thank you to Airah for posting about this manga. I can't wait for the second chapter already. If you haven't read Bakuman, you really should. It's by the same creators of Death Note! It's kinda hard to break out from the dark mold of Death Note so I'm happy that they're striving for comedy this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akito Takagi and Moritaka Mashiro are the two main characters in what seems to be a wacky series, or at least heading in that direction.  Takagi's the smart kid while Mashiro's the dude with the awesome hand for drawing stuff. And they're only 14 years old wtfbbqlol! The expressions are just so dumb and Mashiro is so fucking cute it just kills me, especially when dealing with anything that has something to do with Azuki (the chick that he likes). And is it just me, or is Obata trying out a new drawing style? Especially the eyes. They're so fucking SHINY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They keep on making shoutouts to Death Note, though. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Takagi the best! He's quickly becoming a favorite character of mine. XD He's the blond dude. Smart but a totally whacked out otaku with a penchant for figuring out that the 'like' between Mashiro and Azuki. Hmm, am I sensing a Near/Mello/L type of genius/perception mixed in with a bit of Matsuda's personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Airah already uploaded the front page coloured cover thing, here's a scene from one of the pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKPD7LkG6xI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zdiF4MtWWYk/s1600-h/bakuman-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKPD7LkG6xI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zdiF4MtWWYk/s400/bakuman-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234242613418584850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EXPRESSIONS, THEY KILL ME. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be warned, though, the first few pages were really awkward but it definitely picks up as you go along. This is page 54. There's about 58 pages for the debut. And funnily enough, the chick heroine girl doesn't irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sniffing for something else, though. Further into their awkward 'friendship'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mashiro + Takagi = New OTP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on. Takagi can't keep himself from touching Mashiro's hand. XD ;A; I CANNOT WAAAAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People seem to like this series already too. I mean, I found fanart on DevArt just now. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be waiting for next week. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/END OF MANGA NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm horribly sick. I went to the clinic yesterday. The doctor is awesome. I might have sinus but she couldn't tell at the time since the inside of my nose was all swollen and stuff. She took my temperature and it was 39.3 degrees Celsius (my temperature was higher before I went into the air-con place). So my tonsils were like, having pus on them. Ew wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go to school today for my History and Biology assessments. Unfortunately I couldn't even get up from the bed so my mom was just like 'I don't think you need to go to school today' and so I just nodded and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on Vitamin C medication along with the usual Paracetamol; Doxycycline as my antibiotics, Antihistamine for my flu. And if you talk to me on the phone before I take my medication, I sound absolutely horrible. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I have MC for today and tomorrow, so I don't know if I'll be coming on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, see you guys when I see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-5221469648324363984?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/5221469648324363984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=5221469648324363984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/5221469648324363984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/5221469648324363984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/bakuman-sickness.html' title='Bakuman &amp; Sickness'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SKPD7LkG6xI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zdiF4MtWWYk/s72-c/bakuman-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-7291003786108920792</id><published>2008-08-12T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:20:05.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Dude.</title><content type='html'>Trying out a new writing style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were, like, a few things I learned today while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;going to the toilet&lt;/span&gt; (OMFG WOW):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teachers like to gossip damn fucking lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The toilet 'graffiti' (serious sad cases [they use MARKERS wtfbbqlolfcknsht]; they should go pro with spray paint) is a fucking gut-buster. Oh the hilarity. 'K.A.M.I X SUKA MIL'. Mil what? Milk? Huh? SPELL THE NAME RIGHT if you wanna diss; better yet, go face to face, AND WTF IS WITH THE DOT BETWEEN THE KAMI OMFG LOLOLOLOLROFLLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People don't actually notice if you carry your phone in your pocket these days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Norbaithora's (Fizik Teachur) butt is giga-absolufucking-humongous. (No offense. But. Like. Srsly.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yes. And I think I have a slight cold. Argh. Exams are okay. I think I'll do okay in Chem and BM. Mathematics: Rocks shitass. 8D The amount of time given is exactly what I wanted (I like not waiting for the time to pass.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news pertaining to the Ye Olde Examinationse, I don't know why but I have a slight urge to seriously do some damage to these people who like have a major spazzfest when they KNOW they've done well like for example EXHIBIT A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OMFG I'M GONNA FAIL MY -INSERTSUBJECTHERE- EVEN THOUGH I DID ALL THE QUESTIONS AND YEAH I DID THE CORRECT EXPERIMUNT AND I'M SO TOTALLY GONNA GET STRAIGHT AAAAAs'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look. If you wanna go have a spazzfest over some shit that's not gonna happen, wing it to the other side of the room and swipe the wall with your drool while you're at it. The spit coming out from your mouth has to be good for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; else other than causing the extinction of my facial cells from your acidic saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline. Stop. Ranting about it, thank you, or take it to another hapless kid with a face made out of non-corrosive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;steel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No, I'm not talking about you Piwa 8D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cough. I go nao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-7291003786108920792?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/7291003786108920792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=7291003786108920792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/7291003786108920792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/7291003786108920792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/dude.html' title='Dude.'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-5094713247347616890</id><published>2008-08-11T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:37:59.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snippet'/><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Computer reformatted. Hooray. Now we have to reinstall everything! At least, I hope it's reformatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new playlist now (or soon to come, at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more after exams?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-5094713247347616890?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/5094713247347616890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=5094713247347616890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/5094713247347616890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/5094713247347616890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-6823488687916163985</id><published>2008-08-10T21:26:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:37:33.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaming'/><title type='text'>Infection-ate</title><content type='html'>Not affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infectionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fun when your computer gets a worm. Now, according to my awesome cousin (by the name of ApEnG 8D) a freaking worm is a type of virus (at least in its own right) that keeps on multiplying and never stopping or something until your hardware goes boom. Now see, at 12 midnight of 9/8/08, right after the Olmypic Torch was flaming, my two PCs got a freaking worm. This worm isn't nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're wondering how I can post online, it's because I'm using previously mentioned awesome cousin's laptop to do the job. He has Microsoft 2007, man. I can use it to type down my fics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I haven't studied anything for the exams excluding freaking Chemistry and Biology. I'm sure I'll get pretty bad in BM, and not to mention both my Mathematics subject!!! I missed the fundementals altogether - YES, I am going to DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have been Guitar Hero-ing till my fingers are practically jelly. Guitar Hero Encore: Rocks the 80s fucking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rules&lt;/span&gt;. I'm serious. The songs in there are freaking awesome. My favorites out of the 30 songs: Balls to the Wall, Turning Japanese, Wrathchild and the last encore song which is Play With Me by Extreme. It's seriously cute; the last song. So's the others. Except the fact that Turning Japanese is a song about a guy freaking masturbating &gt;___&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I need to read Bleach 321. Xaniele says you can only read it with a basin filled with detergent-water beside you. For immediate, emergency eye-washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys in school. (Unless you aren't going to my school. Which is like, cool, you know? You're like reading this and I probably don't even know you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wait.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What the fuck.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-6823488687916163985?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/6823488687916163985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=6823488687916163985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/6823488687916163985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/6823488687916163985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/infection-ate.html' title='Infection-ate'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-1689826942301628743</id><published>2008-08-07T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:12:07.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep and meaningful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><title type='text'>I'm Like, Tired</title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes, if you like speak with people, you eventually pick up their speech styles one way or another. It goes the same with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, maybe people don't notice this, but with Karina and Dahlia, I go into a totally different speech style. Same with Ezmin, I switch to high pitch. (It's practically the same as like talking about anything to do with Aizen-sama &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mylove&lt;/span&gt;.) When I'm with Farid or like the other Malay kids, I switch to more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bahasa pasar&lt;/span&gt;. Dowh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm like tired, because I've recently been taking naps at like, 6.30 PM. I wake up at 8.00 PM. Go figure. This time, I woke up at 9.00 PM. Woot, congratulations. So I haven't eaten dinner yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, I guess. I really have nothing else to say today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-1689826942301628743?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/1689826942301628743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=1689826942301628743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/1689826942301628743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/1689826942301628743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-like-tired.html' title='I&apos;m Like, Tired'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-3726090385514799297</id><published>2008-08-05T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:54:33.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Wut Wut Wut</title><content type='html'>Ahahahaha. I can't remember the real reason why, but it's hilarious to say 'wut' now. I know it has something to do with Piwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I don't like it when someone says 'Fu Fu Fu' especially if they're like all cool and the situation in the manga dictates that they must be awesome in a tense atmosphere... Um... Fufufu is really, really unflattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay much, I just wanted to say that. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably post more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-3726090385514799297?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/3726090385514799297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=3726090385514799297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/3726090385514799297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/3726090385514799297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/wut-wut-wut.html' title='Wut Wut Wut'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-6866981574458318806</id><published>2008-08-04T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:45:33.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep and meaningful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaoi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>It's 7:35 PM</title><content type='html'>When I started typing this thing. Well, I learned a few things about sharing the computer room with my cousin. There are advantages and disadvantages to this. Well, first off, being the very shy person I am who cares about my privacy so goddamned much, I feel like biting his head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't read what I waaaaaant. Whiiiiine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not to mention the little things like 'OMFG, what if he's reading this right now D:'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yeah, I have issues with people looking at what I'm writing when I don't want them to or when people just come by and say 'omfg lol can I see that'? No. No, you can't, because I don't you to fucking know about it. I don't care if you think I'm a fucking stingy bastard, but the bottom line is this - if I don't want you to know about it, then I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want you to know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not being mean or anything... I just have this phobia surrounding it. I don't even know if it's completely reasonable to have an unreasonable fear like this towards my privacy - uh. I think I just answered my own question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's going slow. I think I should get a move on with studying because I really can't afford to skip out on my syllabus. I think, this is what is means to have the right mentality. It's maturity, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, maturity is just a break from puberty. At the age of 40, we're gonna become insecure, emotional and etc again. 8D Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, nothing's much happening except the fact that some people now know that I have a certain obsession over DDR. Every single time that game is around - I just love playing it, man. It's really cool. If I have a DDR mat at home, I'm probably gonna play with it all day long and I'll probably be able to pwn everyone in time in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hardcore.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syazali can't stop commenting about it (or however you spell the stupid guy's name). Just drop it, lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drawing/Manga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get anything in my head. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! My cousin left the room! I can take a sneak peek at Viewfinder! (Currently at Vol. 4, Chp. 3, I think, pg 18. I bookmarked it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! GO back to where you came from! Nooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, it's 7:45 PM. So I take about 10 mins writing a post. That's way too long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-6866981574458318806?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/6866981574458318806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=6866981574458318806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/6866981574458318806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/6866981574458318806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-735-pm.html' title='It&apos;s 7:35 PM'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-8638904577178376597</id><published>2008-08-04T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:39:48.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaoi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><title type='text'>I Feel So Emo</title><content type='html'>A few hours ago, but now I'm not. I've come back to my sanctuary, the one thing that makes me happy every single time - MxM, Slash, Boy to the power of two, YAOI! -lovelovelove-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad that Xaniele recommended me Kuroshitsuji. The butler is verra awesome. Though I'm in love with the silly gardener. Finn is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, reading You're My Love Prize In Viewfinder (yeah, strange name but it's got awesome awesome art) and downloading the three volumes. I might download the rest later. And, there's Crimson Spell in MangaTraders!!! Three exclamation marks, OMG!!! I've been looking for it everywhere, omfg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying out stuff atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will see you guys later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-8638904577178376597?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/8638904577178376597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=8638904577178376597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/8638904577178376597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/8638904577178376597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-so-emo.html' title='I Feel So Emo'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-6559724140414667010</id><published>2008-08-03T06:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:13:38.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fund galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire</title><content type='html'>You know, the booking system of Cineplex? It's better than GSC, IMO. Only because you don't need to register to book for tickets. Of course, there's a downside - you can't cancel off your booking if you're not going. Also, anyone bored enough would also be bored enough to spam the fucking booking system. It's annoying for the people who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;wanna go but then 'Sorry, that number of seats aren't available for this session'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Of course, by now, I'll just be going like, 'Oh, too bad. That means we have to buy it ourselves over there, what a fucking pity that would be'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun(d) Galore was... Not fun. At all. (Proof of the matter lies in how little I'm talking about it.) They &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to us about the freaking horse riding and the Hot Air Balloon - whatafa? Do you see a freaking gigantic rainbow coloured &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing &lt;/span&gt;that looks like a BOOB floating in the middle of Bukit Jelutong? If you don't, chances are, there's no Hot Air Balloon. I don't even think it exists in the PIBG dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to promote stuff, make sure it's actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there. &lt;/span&gt;And it's ridiculous how long the waiting times for the Haunted House are. Btw, the Haunted House was hilarious... Because we went in with a couple of kids. They were scared to the shit-maximum and they kept on pushing Xaniele/Marr in front saying 'NO! YOU GO!' and etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, ghosts in the Haunted House if I offended you with my laughter. But. The kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures, but not with me at the moment. Heh, serves me right for having the wire stuffed in my mom's room. It's currently 6:57 AM, and my mom's not awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the whole rant earlier about the movie booking system was because I'm going to watch the Mummy 3 later with Xaniele :b See you guys later. Ha ha! (Even though I didn't ask my mom about it yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, there's something wrong with my Firefox. It keeps going to Classic version in Windows Live Hotmail even though it's perfectly all right to get the full version. It sucks, because it's harder to mark everything as 'read'. :( You lie, Windows Live Hotmail. You lie. Or maybe it's you, Firefox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drawing/Manga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm practicing how to draw Hel. I can't draw kids to save my life, so I'm working on that. And I went through Death Note 13: How to Read again. Few points to note: Obata-sensei (artist for DN) said that he actually had this perception that Shinigami should be attractive rock stars. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; the editor said that they didn't have to look human. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then, &lt;/span&gt;Obata-sensei was like 'Oh. Really. Okay 8D' but in the end he was like 'Well, it looks like a mask anyway, and who knows, maybe he really is a dude underneath all that'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY LIE TO US OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-is shot-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Conclusion: Omfg, lol, Ryuk's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;an attractive rock star underneath XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Mello and Near's character designs were switched in the editing stage. That's why Mello has a feminine hair cut... That was supposed to be Near (Near - calm, feminine). But Mello was seriously damn fucking cool with that hair cut. And L? He's supposed to be an attractive young man too. But in the end they went with a contrasting appearance to Raito. But he's attractive just the way he is. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For drawing practice, I'm focusing on kids now, woo hoo! And then maybe I should work on facial expressions; face in general. Or, I could go back to my original plan, which was to train for the folds of clothing (like for example the freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I can actually start to train in drawing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chicks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-6559724140414667010?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/6559724140414667010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=6559724140414667010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/6559724140414667010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/6559724140414667010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html' title='Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-2293799853792462442</id><published>2008-08-01T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:00:32.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fund galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>So In Conclusion</title><content type='html'>I'm saved from the wrath of my classmates. Let me tell you the Hunting of the Carbonara story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my mom came back late today (like at 8 something) and turns out that uztaz wasn't around, meaning that there was no mengaji... Lol... Meaningless... So I was like, oh, maybe Mum came back with the Carbonara with three exclamation marks!!! And like I was 'Omg, Mum, Carbo?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What carbo?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;killed&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just don't do that nowadays except kamikaze movies and news about global warming. Parental figures seem to be the exception to this rule. After killing my happy, the nonchalance that came from saying 'Why Don't You Ask Your Father About the Recipe' just killed the motivation to get back the dead happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't really like asking my dad for stuff. Most of the time he gives stupid responses. Or, sarcastic remarks. That's 90%. 9.99% goes to actually having the solution. The unthinkable 0.01% happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah. Lol. I dunno."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatafuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go check the Intrawebs lolz :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face was the equivalent to a gaping with this expression = O___e BLAGH. So I went hunting. I found some crap about mixing egg yolks, heavy-thick cream, and cheese (Parme&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt;. They have to be oh-so-posh about it) and I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which One To Use &lt;/span&gt;so I called upon my Mobile Cookbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LIZAAA! Omfg, do you know the Carbonara recipe!? I'm freaking out because my mum's freaking out because she doesn't remember O___e"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh lol."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to repeat the above (egg-cream-cheese recipe). Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mum and me went for the next best thing - premade ones. Okay, fine, we'll make a quick stop to Cold Storage because they have all those fancy-schmancy Branded Foodstauf there (btw, Billy, Pop Tarts can be found there). AFTER the surprise visit to our previous neighbour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said neighbour's kid's getting married tomorrow. Figures. I won't be around since I'm gonna be in Fun(d) Galore, ha ha ha, hooray for me. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the first thing she said there was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lol Marr help out with the preparations LYKOKAY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude. It's like I was dragged there to work. And then after that we sped off to Cold Storage. IT WAS CLOSED. Well, at least the front part. We had to follow the back way. The security guards were like, 'Faster ee you dumb people why are you here so late anyway' and I was like 'STFU my mum wants to buy the crap so whtevr LUSUR she's paying for your salaries anywayz'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Totalled up to about RM 40. We're donating 40 bucks for this cause to feed 50+ people. It's like being in the Save Whales Now campaign, only that we have hungry kids instead of whales with coupons to give us instead of cold hard cash and we're not really saving the kids more like making them fucking obese-FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the neighbour's place and I get to learn how to fold plastic. It started being repetitive after the first million times of stapling and folding and stapling again and again and ohmygod end it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, in my house, retelling the Adventures. I never knew Carbonara could get you so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-2293799853792462442?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/2293799853792462442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=2293799853792462442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/2293799853792462442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/2293799853792462442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-in-conclusion.html' title='So In Conclusion'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-7954679737504585350</id><published>2008-08-01T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:53:11.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fund galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>And waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waiting for my mum to get back from buying the carbonara sauce. (Or at least, I hope so.) I have no mengaji today, ha ha. And. To make things worse. My mum didn't pick me up to go dentist appointment :( I overslept and couldn't go to tuition some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want new colourful brace implants later (implants? Lmfaobbqwtf) in the form of the color purple and pink kot... You never know... It can burn your eyes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest Bleach chapter (320). Go read it. Charlotte makes for some laughs and some puking. I'm fucking serious when I say it'll burn. Your. Eyes. Except avid Bleach fans. I know some of you already know what to expect from our very own Tite Kubo (for those of you who don't know, this is the author/artist of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bleach&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see something? Of course you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Warning: SPOILERS AND ALSO IT MENJOLOK MATA PLAK TU (A.K.A. IT'LL BURN. BURN BADLY LIKE SHITASS.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned you guys o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SJLp-zCljLI/AAAAAAAAACY/qbyEgRfZDXY/s1600-h/19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SJLp-zCljLI/AAAAAAAAACY/qbyEgRfZDXY/s320/19.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229499382392786098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Page Nineteen of the 320.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. Revel in the sexiness (BLEGH) that is Charlotte. Did I say he was a girl? He's a guy. He has long, flowing wavy hair. He has eyeliner. He has a fucking tutu for an Arrancar released form outfit (Sailor Moon, anyone?) A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ND HE'S FUCKING UGLY&lt;/span&gt; XD And he's fighing Yumichika. Figure that. Their fight's like... 'You're Fugly! No, You're Fugly! And, who're you calling Fugly!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking shit. Aizen must've warped this guy's brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I do think he's pretty nice looking. (AHAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In other news, if mum doesn't come back fast with the carbonara, I'm so dead for tomorrow. And I didn't invite any of my friends outside school because... I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;any friends outside school. It's not sad; I don't have social networking accounts and this is the first Malaysian school I've been to in years. The years before that were in Singapore. :( I miss that place. So all my friends are like... In one big neighbourhood. It's sorta scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you know, I wish I had people outside who are mega-fucking-cool. I have my cousins, but they have werk. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my printer needs to get the toner changed. I was trying to print out some artwork from Togainu no Chi... Then it died. In the middle, anyway. it's like, half-printed. You can see the whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I printing? I wanted to practice. I guess it's not meant to be today. Alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out, will talk later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-7954679737504585350?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/7954679737504585350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=7954679737504585350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/7954679737504585350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/7954679737504585350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/08/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SJLp-zCljLI/AAAAAAAAACY/qbyEgRfZDXY/s72-c/19.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-533625245380889970</id><published>2008-07-31T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:06:47.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aizen-sama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>When You're Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Presenting the Anti-Thesis of the song, 'When You're Gone' - When You're Bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just grab a camera and watch the cogs whirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SJHNhnHI5RI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J-JT2QHmF7o/s1600-h/P7310283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SJHNhnHI5RI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J-JT2QHmF7o/s320/P7310283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229186619672159506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, my friends, is my obsession. My woobie. My ultimate love to the maximum shizzle. My fuel to the fire and the wood to the burning passionate flames of the fangirling of the source of my undying squeals of devotion and frustrated 'Why Can't You Be Reeul' whiiines. My 5th Division Captain, Aizen Sousuke. His PVC model and the ring attached. ;A; I love you, Aizen-sama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, in other stories, there was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SJHPZ9B8xDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NSBFG2yY73k/s1600-h/me+lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SJHPZ9B8xDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NSBFG2yY73k/s320/me+lol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229188687140275250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there was also the clutter in the background on my bed because I'm not even sleeping in the damn room anymore thanks to my broken air-conditioner. (Yes, I am a spoiled brat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SJHQY3oHO-I/AAAAAAAAABE/2y2wEKlY29g/s1600-h/P7310294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SJHQY3oHO-I/AAAAAAAAABE/2y2wEKlY29g/s200/P7310294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229189768021490658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those action poses I was going on about. This is a dude, err, kicking. Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SJHQZbKjlrI/AAAAAAAAABM/MMsNKDMC5KE/s1600-h/P7310291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SJHQZbKjlrI/AAAAAAAAABM/MMsNKDMC5KE/s200/P7310291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229189777561196210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must. Play. Crysis Warhead. Psycho is too awesome to be left alone, man. Way too awesome. This is my beloved PC Gamer Magazine amongst many others of the same species. Its name is the August 2008 Disc Edition. I got it during June (go figure). Turns out you can't trust the dates! You can get it for RM 20.90. It's better than the UK Version - fucking RM 44.00. 44 bucks. Whatafa? But a normal issue costs RM 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I keep track of these things, sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SJHQZiqHkKI/AAAAAAAAABU/kISCw0SU_nE/s1600-h/P7310297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SJHQZiqHkKI/AAAAAAAAABU/kISCw0SU_nE/s200/P7310297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229189779572625570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that perspective practice I was going on about? Hello. I still need to practice drawing guns. D: B&amp;amp;C gives great examples. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SJHQZyTRDII/AAAAAAAAABc/9tCyXX76XNU/s1600-h/P7310284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SJHQZyTRDII/AAAAAAAAABc/9tCyXX76XNU/s200/P7310284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229189783771745410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gin-chan, is of course, the woobie to my woobie who is Aizen-sama. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's it for now. I'm getting bitten by mosquitoes every which way. Uncool, man, so totally uncool. My feet itch. I need to scratch. In other news, my cousins are downstairs (grown up guys). My maid thought they were strange people, lol, I can't blame her since both of them look like hobos. But can't she tone down on the whole 'NO! MARR! Dont' go outside there are people there!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, hello. Mum just called to let them in. That, and btw, I wouldn't go there if I didn't know them. That, and I had no idea people were out there in the first place. Please don't scream in my face plzkaythx. GEDIK GILER, tau tak, this maid of mine? D: Sakit hati dowh. And my grandma's probably gonna talk shit about me for berating my maid about it. Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even understand my grandma half the time since she's Bajau x_x I know la I'm real bad at Malay, but this is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-533625245380889970?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/533625245380889970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=533625245380889970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/533625245380889970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/533625245380889970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-youre-bored.html' title='When You&apos;re Bored'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SJHNhnHI5RI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J-JT2QHmF7o/s72-c/P7310283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-7616763453331588961</id><published>2008-07-31T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:53:16.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fund galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><title type='text'>Pitching and Haunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit, 8:45PM: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Two minutes after I left posting this thing, I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to comment. Every single time I click on that 'next blog' button on the dashboard, randomly, right? I keep on stumbling towards a couple of these blogs with the same &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking &lt;/span&gt;content but with different names. What the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking shit?&lt;/span&gt; And, btw, is it just me or like all the GEDIK people in the world who uses blogs, they like to post something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'liiiike yeah.&lt;br /&gt;whatevr. and um, i'm using like no&lt;br /&gt;such&lt;br /&gt;thing&lt;br /&gt;as like capital letters, and srsly posin&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; doing way too much&lt;br /&gt;line-breaking, huh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's serious funny shit when they do that. It reminds me of the days when I tried to be, what was the word? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SCENE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Omfg, it's totally hilarious. I WAS FORM ONE WHEN I DID THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up. ;D You guys just stumbled upon that? Sad little cases, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, no real offense meant to people who really do that, I just find it funny as shit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Original Postage -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I'll be doing a performance with Khalis, Dham, Pavi, Atiqah and Hafidz during Fun(d) Galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the name of the song is One Step At A Time by Jordin Sparks. Not... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something &lt;/span&gt;something by a Chick With the Same Name. You know, my personal thoughts on the song - it's girly, it's too high pitched, and I feel like puking every time I sing that song. Fucking shit, man, I twitch every time she hits this particular note in the line, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one step at a time'&lt;/span&gt;. Figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's real hardcore high-pitchin', though, if you hear the bridge. Damn her vocals are serious shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my heart, no matter how cliched and how stupid this sounds, isn't really in it - I dunno, I guess the motivation died out of me a few hours ago. Look at this. I didn't even go inside BM because I was just too fucking bored out of my mind to haul my ass to the library. So I sat outside, talking about Yaoi Video-Games with Xaniele (specifically Togainu no Chi and a crapload of other stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really learn about anything, in the end. Everybody's just way too busy pulling up shit for the Fun(d) Galore; especially the Haunted House. It's seriously freaking cool - 5 Lambda went over the top with this one. Omega, Epsilon and their classes were all sealed up with cardboard and newspaper to the point of total Haunted-House-esque-Darkness in there. It'll be even more awesome if there weren't fucking assholes on the helm of the project (who are involved, anyway) like for example the Little Menace a.k.a. Zulhilmi of the Shorty-Pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a girl alone when she's saying 'wow' about your little Haunted House pet project, man. Leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Azraei's going around making high-pitched squealing in the form of a horrified girl that just goes to say how far a boy's willing to go for the sake of scaring people off. High-pitched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;squealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He even went on to say 'Oh, if you hear anyone with the same voice as me in there... That's me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations for your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fabulous &lt;/span&gt;deduction, Captain Obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So join us! The ghosts will be taking shifts anyway. Don't be surprised if you see a long haired girl with hair reaching the floor crawling out of the house with blood-stains all over her shirt, sitting down at some corner drinking Pepsi (these are Eeskrim's words. Thank you, Eeskrim x3). There'll be some good-natured groping going 'round in there too. If you're the type that gets turned on by monsters gripping at you in the dark, err... By all means, go ahead inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wtf.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the news of my drawing for you hawks looking at my drawing progress, I'm training on motion sequences and action poses. It's bound to get me somewhere in my Perspective-Expert-Title hunt. I was spured on by the wonderful, wonderful D: B&amp;amp;C artworks of awesome perspective-ness-ness. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to train more on the clothes, though. I mean, post-apocalyptic world, ppl, with punk-rockish mod clothes complete with the shades. Awww man. (For me, anyway. Especially albino men decked out in those. I'd be drinking up the sight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop taking naps for four hours. I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;I won't be sleepin' tonight, ladies and gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-7616763453331588961?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/7616763453331588961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=7616763453331588961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/7616763453331588961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/7616763453331588961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/07/pitching-and-haunting.html' title='Pitching and Haunting'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-812797407530177770</id><published>2008-07-30T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:43:51.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><title type='text'>Mothers</title><content type='html'>They mean the world to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet they can scare the shit out of your friends. Seriously, when Piwa's mum went hunting for the girl, Hui Yee and me thought that we were going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;die &lt;/span&gt;a la enraged Mama because she wasn't in class at the tim. Fucking shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Ashli is sick! Woe is him. I hope he gets better soon, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't decide if I want to sing with Khalis and the Form Fives; I mean, wouldn't that be intruding or something? And I don't know the song anyway. Something Something by Jordan Sparks, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am much enjoying the butchering of the Robin of the Hood by Maderr. Am waiting for the next bit. Hurry! Still stalking endlessly. Btw, am reading this abnormally cute story between Kisuke and Ichigo, which is the very much lol, and omg 3rd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OTP &lt;/span&gt;in the horizon but you can't be too sure. GrimmUlqui and AiIchi still number ones. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which brings up the age old question: Can you have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;number ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. Of course you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manga/Drawin':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been speed reading through Dogs: Bullets and Carnage and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolu-tely-fucking-adore&lt;/span&gt; the freaking ART which is GILE PRO SIUT NAK MAMPUI and ohh that style is my aspiration (at least the freaking INKING). I'm not counting the absolutely-fucking-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FABULOUS &lt;/span&gt;style of the very, very wonderful Togainu no Chi artworks (SHIKI AND AKIRA-CHAAN AND KEISUKE MY DARLIN'), which is my number one aspiration - D: B&amp;amp;C comes very, close. Haine is so fucking cool. But the chick annoys me (not Nill, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naoto-So-Emo&lt;/span&gt;). She's just... Wtf. So you have an X. Whoah, you're a mutant. WTF LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that bugs me about that manga has to be the fact that there's too little background in most of the scenes. Except when the old man was fighting off the hunting dogs of the mysterious Fuu-sama. Man, that chapter just proves seriouz inking skillz.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am studying perspective for the moment. My character's limbs are so warped they're starting to look as if I squashed them all with an imaginary hammer. (That must be a good thing. My pencil is mighty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am downloading doujinshis of said artist of Togainu no Chi. (Please, do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT, I repeat, do NOT &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;searching for this if you have parents around. Seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, don't even ask what it is. -lol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-812797407530177770?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/812797407530177770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=812797407530177770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/812797407530177770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/812797407530177770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/07/mothers.html' title='Mothers'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-955427906623193641</id><published>2008-07-29T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:51:22.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Debates and Just Plain Bad Engrish</title><content type='html'>Aw, I feel bad for not winning the competition. I mean, it'll be great if we could get the Liza and the Dateen off Pn. Ranjitha's back but I guess whatever is whatever is. And, for the record, I never wanted to get into the semi-finals anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. If any one of you suddenly feel the need to taunt me with '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exam-Orien&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ta&lt;/span&gt;ted'&lt;/span&gt;, I will not hesitate to grab a shotgun and hunt you down. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;hunt you down. Mark my words, ladies and gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, the Government team was just plain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad. &lt;/span&gt;Now that raises up the question of how the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck &lt;/span&gt;did they win? Eh. We're first-timers. We'll get it right. (We did get it right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid parameters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went back home and totally died on my brother's bed before being revived four hours later by the SMS of my Eeskrim who said that there was a leaked trailer of the Final Fantasy XII VERSUS omfg omfg omfg A MUST SEE because of the awesome lovely SHOTGUN GUY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's FUCKING MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aizen-sama is still number one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have to blah. My Parents Are Here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-955427906623193641?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/955427906623193641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=955427906623193641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/955427906623193641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/955427906623193641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/07/debates-and-just-plain-bad-engrish.html' title='Debates and Just Plain Bad Engrish'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-3299927102069968074</id><published>2008-07-27T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:39:43.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prefect annual dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Prefects' Dinner 2008</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, to remind me later on, I keep on telling people the last four numbers of my handphone is like... 9665. It's supposed to be 5564. My god, Marr, wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. About the prefect dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want some pictures!? You get to see me in a dress OMG! WTF!? MARR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SIwGbW_bQbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vrAECt0Tx7k/s1600-h/P7260275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SIwGbW_bQbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vrAECt0Tx7k/s320/P7260275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227560334568145330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for bad picture quality. The flash was on =.= Stupid. Anyway, that's me - Khalis - Suu - and Sofia. Check out her public diary or somethin'. Hardy harr harr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see more pictures? Meh. But seriously though, the dinner wasn't spectacular or anything - just, you know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normal.&lt;/span&gt; It was kinda, maybe a little bit more disappointing, but at least it wasn't a flop? I mean, I had to sit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; for god's sake. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outside.&lt;/span&gt; Why? No space left. Bahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are like... My adventures! Looking for a dress last week! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SIwH6B0GAgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6AykB-trRUk/s1600-h/P7190218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SIwH6B0GAgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6AykB-trRUk/s200/P7190218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227561960971043330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pic: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmfao, I just saw the picture. I don't know man, that's just hilarious. And I hate the flash. Did I tell you that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was like at... Big Apple Donuts (yes, I am aware it's supposed to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dough&lt;/span&gt;nuts) in Subang Parade... We weren't really looking for a dress... More like going to the sushi parlor... I can't be too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made a stop at W cube. What Women Want. Lol. It was hilarious enough for me to spend god knows long hours (minutes) in the fitting room. And throwing around clothes in the process. Can't forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lol. Look at the faces of the next generation, guys. Scream in pain, Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SIwI9s0It-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/hGglHLy3TmI/s1600-h/P7260277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SIwI9s0It-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/hGglHLy3TmI/s200/P7260277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227563123565180898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scream in pain. -evil-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In other news, I found out that after a night of (no) partying and waiting for (unappreciative of TIME) Datins, just hanging out in my house doesn't seem fun anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go around and ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Ciao. -lol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-3299927102069968074?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/3299927102069968074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=3299927102069968074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/3299927102069968074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/3299927102069968074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/07/prefects-dinner-2008.html' title='Prefects&apos; Dinner 2008'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fmii6liGViI/SIwGbW_bQbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vrAECt0Tx7k/s72-c/P7260275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-4089170744619676512</id><published>2008-07-26T05:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T05:43:33.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a freaking saturday</title><content type='html'>School at saturdays - FOR THE LOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168546155056331098-4089170744619676512?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/4089170744619676512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=4089170744619676512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/4089170744619676512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/4089170744619676512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-freaking-saturday.html' title='it&apos;s a freaking saturday'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168546155056331098.post-1032506518155450307</id><published>2008-07-25T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:26:03.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuition'/><title type='text'>congratulations on your first post.</title><content type='html'>Hi. My name is Marr. I'm not sarcastic. I'm almost 16. I feel like kicking ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, talking about my day... Things to do... I'm participating in a debate. It's due next Tuesday. The topic is? 'This House believes that Malaysian schools are robbing students of their childhood'. I'm sorry? Please say that again? 'This House believes that -'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing has to be the fact that I'm oh-so-wonderfully on the Opposition side - thankfully, it'll be a lot easier, since we're not going against the wonderful system we've got here. You know, I never knew there was a National Education Blueprint. Like, seriously, wtf, but really, I didn't know. Wtf!? I'm rolling on the floor laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the Prefect's Annual Dinner 2008. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Congratulations, dickface, you don't have a dress&lt;/span&gt;. Fuck that! I'm getting that freaking thing if it's the last thing I do! My mom's gonna buy it tomorrow. Oh. Wow. Talk about motherly love. I love my mother. She's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my whole family la, let's leave it at that, eh? Yes, my friends, you are included in the bunch. I can name some of you. Like the Pumpkin-Tortoise couple out there. You guys. Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, seriously, lay off ASH'S NEW HAIRSTYLE, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Prefect's Annual Dinner, I'm probably gonna be my annoying self, belt out a few lyrics on If Tomorrow Never comes, and not to mention totally being unreliable on that day itself. I forgot. I have to buy a corsage. Fucking shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I found out that I had to walk home all the way from Feewah's house to my house. There's a story. Apparently, I was sent to the place by my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;Omg, Marr lyk hai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M: &lt;/span&gt;OMG Ma lyk hai! Why're you here aren'tcha spposed 2 be at lyk ur WORKPLAISE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lyk duh lawl I have to see ur brader over there writhing in pain and gots fevar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M: &lt;/span&gt;Wtf fevar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-brother writhing in flor-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;Ya fevar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M: &lt;/span&gt;OMG lyk okays. Can I lyk not cycling to lyk feewah's place 2day 'cause I tired and so unreliable and totally fsking lazeh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;Ya sure u need a ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M: &lt;/span&gt;thatll be liek so kewl, ma i luv u lyk totalli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;okais lets go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-so like we reach the place anyway-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And then after that incident I was like okay how am I supposed to get home? It was like tution and I finish at 4-30 and my mom gets out of the office at like 5-00, it takes an hour for her to get hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, that is like 6-00 for you people who dunno how to kaunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back from the land of the Atrocious English. Long story short, it was 6.10 PM when I called her. Horrors of all horrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;Haha lawl I'm stuck in a jam :D i won't make it in time. you got mengaji at like 7. go walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Ode to Joy, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't all bad. I walked back and met up with Xaniele. (You know who you are.) Walked back and noticed a freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banquet&lt;/span&gt; done by the Fucking Rich Bastard that has a freaking Archway in his backyard on top of the hill. It's ridiculous, this house. Remind me to show you guys a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got home. Got mengaji la, what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mummy's tralier is playing beside me. Awesome. I wanna see that. I like the grown-up kid. He's so painfully stupid it's cute. Kinda like the analogy of Syahmi. He's cute, adorable, stupid and makes you feel the extreme urge to kick him in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the law of the world. You just go against it. It applies to Khalis as wells. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm signing out. xD I'm tired of typing about my boring adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5168546155056331098-1032506518155450307?l=i-marr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/feeds/1032506518155450307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168546155056331098&amp;postID=1032506518155450307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/1032506518155450307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168546155056331098/posts/default/1032506518155450307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-marr.blogspot.com/2008/07/congratulations-on-your-first-post.html' title='congratulations on your first post.'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010286295095097999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fmii6liGViI/SInVh0kgogI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zO2wcFTGaW4/S220/resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
