<?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-8592303039390596554</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:05:06.776-04:00</updated><category term='Open Nostalgia'/><category term='Sweet Talks and Clever Speech'/><category term='Birth'/><category term='The SuperEGO Chronicles'/><category term='Random Babbling'/><category term='Playing Catch Up'/><category term='Eargasmic Experiences'/><category term='Egotistic Productions'/><category term='Channel Surfing'/><category term='On The Way and Off The Wall'/><category term='Words To Note'/><category term='EGOWROKS'/><category term='Artistic Appreciation'/><category term='Story Time'/><category term='C.A.G.s'/><category term='The Magical Lamp of Aladdin'/><category term='The I-Self'/><category term='T.O.T.G.A.'/><category term='Enter the Instrumental'/><category term='sleepwalkingacrossaburningbridge'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Hypebeast'/><category term='Keystyle Session'/><title type='text'>The Blogspot About Nothing</title><subtitle type='html'>AND EVERYTHING ELSE..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-1843133869741825356</id><published>2010-05-16T23:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:45:59.288-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words To Note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>BURRITOS AND GIRLS</title><content type='html'>“If only finding a girlfriend was like ordering a burrito from a good Mexican restaurant. You just tell them what you want in it, and you get exactly what you asked for. Like how you ask for beans, guacamole, hot sauce and chicken or steak; you can ask for personality, attitude, sense of humour and style… I’m kidding. Girls are nothing like burritos. Burritos are much better.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-1843133869741825356?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/1843133869741825356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2010/05/burritos-and-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/1843133869741825356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/1843133869741825356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2010/05/burritos-and-girls.html' title='BURRITOS AND GIRLS'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-4036232982254335998</id><published>2010-03-19T21:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:15:23.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artistic Appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>REST IN PEACE JUN SEBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another musical genius leaves us. I remember listening to every single one of his tracks and they never failed to get me relaxed and unstressed. Almost every song he's ever done has been on repeat for me at least once. And I remember watching Samurai Champloo and going damn, this song's amazing...and then realizing Nujabes was behind it. I think that was one of the reasons I kept watching that show, aside from the awesome hip-hop samurai action that is. 36 is way too early to leave...damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S6QhIXcH2vI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EYnzJDaZ6AI/s400/6bbfbe1a-jpg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450517876639783666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rest in peace Jun Seba a.k.a. Nujabes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In memory, let's all bump some Nujabes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here's to a dope DJ/producer&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-4036232982254335998?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/4036232982254335998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2010/03/rest-in-peace-jun-seba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4036232982254335998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4036232982254335998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2010/03/rest-in-peace-jun-seba.html' title='REST IN PEACE JUN SEBA'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S6QhIXcH2vI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EYnzJDaZ6AI/s72-c/6bbfbe1a-jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-7088917552746714508</id><published>2010-03-15T21:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:36:37.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>WHAT'S IN A NAME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Since it's March break and I really have nothing better to do, I decided to spend half an hour thinking of what to potentially name my offspring. Yes, I know...random. But anyway here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Boys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Alexavier Leonardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Joesar Donatello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Michael Angelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Raiden Raphael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fredward Tinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Skylar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Artemis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Langdon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cassius Monet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Optimus Prime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Girls:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kimberly Rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Leilina Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;April May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Milagros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Carmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nevaeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Trinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lightning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'll keep adding later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now what's really in a name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-7088917552746714508?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/7088917552746714508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-in-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7088917552746714508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7088917552746714508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-in-name.html' title='WHAT&apos;S IN A NAME?'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-5329241000531952094</id><published>2010-02-28T00:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:44:37.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Way and Off The Wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>LOOK UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Just thought I'd drop a heads up since I'm actually doing something right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Expect me to drop a track this week, hopefully...it depends on when TicTac recovers from his bout with the flu. Jaycee also makes an appearance in it, so watch out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Next week, depending on how successful the rest of my writing is, I'll be dropping 2 tracks. One is over a pretty new song's instrumental that's been getting it's fair share of play recently (last few months). The other is a TicTac produced single. It's going to be quite laid back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Second, I'm working on a couple of short films at the moment. I'll leave them in the dark for now. Suffice it to say that both will be works of art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Burnt to the bare grizzle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-5329241000531952094?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/5329241000531952094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2010/02/look-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5329241000531952094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5329241000531952094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2010/02/look-up.html' title='LOOK UP!'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-5291454040569070833</id><published>2010-02-26T02:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:20:38.943-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...I've been here for a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seriously though, I'm going to be back to posting here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've given up Facebook and Tumblr. So I'm back here to where it all started with me ranting about my life to my invisible fans. Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So if you're still interested in anything I do, then stay tuned for whatever updates I feel like doing. For whatever rants and blogs I feel like taking part in. For whatever un-procrastinations I do...uhhhh yes. Then keep coming back here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And you can find me on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/MarcusWroks"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Twitter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/MarcusWroks"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Formspring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And don't forget to check me out at my &lt;a href="http://marcuswroks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Poetry/Slam Blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm here to stay this time...hopefully,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-5291454040569070833?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/5291454040569070833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-call-it-comeback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5291454040569070833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5291454040569070833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-call-it-comeback.html' title='DON&apos;T CALL IT A COMEBACK...'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-736516885169841294</id><published>2010-02-25T15:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:42:28.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>LATE RESOLUTIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Okay, I know that this is 2 months late, but I've been preoccupied with other things. What are those other things you ask? Well...nothing at all. But that's the nature of being Marcus Lomboy. But I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The fact is, I have pretty much set my minimum 10 resolutions for 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Possibly more. And here they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Be the greatest gentleman to ever walk the Earth. Or at least make an effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. Stay off of Facebook and Tumblr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Be active. It's just a health thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Be less selfish and more selfless. It's human nature, so it's a difficult thing to do. It comes with maturity too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Film at least 2 short films this year. If I actually get Battle Royale and Valentine's done, then this will be done by June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. Stop beasting. Uh-oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. Get a job. Seriously. I need to get on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. Be more mature. This is an automatic every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. Rap and slam more. Write better. Maybe learn how to freestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. Mixtape! Self-explanatory for the people that know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11. Stop swearing. We all know how difficult this is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;12. Be more open-minded and be willing to venture out and do things I haven't before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;13. No more pop beverages. YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;14. Be more friendly, outgoing and approachable. How I will do this...I have no idea. It might fall into #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;15. Don't take things for granted. Enjoy everything for what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;16. Look deeper into things than what is beyond the surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;17. Never settle for less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;18. Get a girl. Kidding! I have no chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;19. Be more positive and find some self-esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;20. Get on my grizzly. Stop procrastinating as much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Okay, turns out I have 20. Some are goals, some are just ideas for self-improvement that I need to do consistently, and some are ways that I can live a better life. But I just doubled last year's list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And with that, 2010 is started. In the words of M-Dot, "LET'S GO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;See you on the other side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-736516885169841294?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/736516885169841294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2010/02/late-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/736516885169841294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/736516885169841294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2010/02/late-resolutions.html' title='LATE RESOLUTIONS'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-6174101060786991305</id><published>2009-12-25T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:19:07.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EGOWROKS'/><title type='text'>EGOWROKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just thought I'd tell anyone that ends up here to go visit my poetry blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been writing like a maniac lately and I'm just dishing out pieces left and write, so you should definitely check it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://egowroks.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GO! NAO! GO NAO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And of course, enjoy the rest of your holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Merry Chrismukkuh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-6174101060786991305?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/6174101060786991305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/12/egowroks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6174101060786991305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6174101060786991305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/12/egowroks.html' title='EGOWROKS!'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-5567974555189858560</id><published>2009-12-25T02:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T02:08:42.291-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.G.s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Merry Christmas everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I hope all of you have a great Christmas, make sure you spend it wisely with your family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'll just be here training, because I have a mountain to go climb! (kidding, but metaphorically I do, and I will)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And remember, Christmas isn't about material things like presents. It's all about the time you spend with people that mean a lot to you, so no bitching about how you didn't get what you want. It's all the same when you think about it a while from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But seriously, if I could have anything for Christmas, I'd ask for something that goes along the lines of an N'Sync song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't need a hundred gifts beneath the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Don't you know the best thing you could give to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nothin' else will do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All I want is you this Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And what is that? you may ask. Well....something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SzRk2bc0kOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/MpF6xbWwwvw/s1600-h/Hwang-Mi-Hee-Christmas-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SzRk2bc0kOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/MpF6xbWwwvw/s400/Hwang-Mi-Hee-Christmas-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419067137877905634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And now I'm outtie. Be responsible everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Seasons greetings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/8592303039390596554-5567974555189858560?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/5567974555189858560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5567974555189858560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5567974555189858560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SzRk2bc0kOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/MpF6xbWwwvw/s72-c/Hwang-Mi-Hee-Christmas-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-9183112082799411983</id><published>2009-12-24T14:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:26:51.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>RESOLUTION REVIEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now that 2009 is pretty much over with, me thinks it's about time that I review the New Year's Resolutions I wrote last year. Then maybe I'll start up a new list next week or something. So here is last year's list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Be more of an asshole because being nice didn't get me shit.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be more blunt. Should I be more blunt about this?&lt;br /&gt;3. Wear my heart on my sleeve. I don't know how I'm going to go about that, but I will.&lt;br /&gt;4. Gain the superpower to control time through some freak accident involving a giant hourglass filled with dangerous chemicals being used to be tested on animals, which broke and spilled all over me because I broke in in order to stop animal abuse.&lt;br /&gt;5. Write a story...could be anything from 5 to 40 pages, on anything. And I mean ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;6. Catch up on watching my dated movies. Classics, that is.&lt;br /&gt;7. Get a job so I can start off my collection. Self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;8. Be more mature...which is hella hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;9. Get back into writing poetry since I've drifted away from it.&lt;br /&gt;10. Finish writing and recording at least one of my "mixtapes" by next year. Procrastination FTL.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously 4 is just me being random...I really wish it could happen though.&lt;br /&gt;Extra addition(s)...&lt;br /&gt;+ 11. Expand my vocabulary of swearing. Forget swearing less!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. I definitely succeeded in this. If anyone cares to argue that I was not an asshole in 2009, you fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. I think I did pretty well in this. Not as much as I'd like to have been, but it's still a pretty good evolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. I don't think I've had a chance to. But when I have, I think I did pretty well. So that's a pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Well...I don't think I have to explain why I failed this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Fucking curly anal pubes. I'd forgotten all about this. But I think that was because I wrote my two chapters of The Story About Everything so I pretty much did achieve this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. I've been watching a ton of movies so I did pretty well. It turned more into Korean movies instead of classics, but it's still progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. Failed. Miserably. *sadface*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. According to some people I have...so I'll take that as a pass. And I personally think I have. Awesome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. I've written almost 40 poems/pieces this year and I've performed a few of those in front of approximately 1300 people. I'd say that's an achievement, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. Failed. Again. Procrastination FTL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11. I've actually stopped swearing as much. But when I do, it's pretty creative. So, I'll say this is half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Review completed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7.5/10. I'd say that's pretty good. And no, 4 does not count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Looking back, I'd say I sacrificed a lot of the other things when I started getting back into poetry more. I have to find balance. And not procrastinate, but that's a given. I'll write my list for 2010 over the course of the next few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How about you? How'd your resolutions go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-9183112082799411983?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/9183112082799411983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/12/resolution-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/9183112082799411983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/9183112082799411983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/12/resolution-review.html' title='RESOLUTION REVIEW'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-5327125918284517514</id><published>2009-12-13T21:49:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:53:31.303-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.G.s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS LISTS ANYONE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since my ADD is bugging out at the moment, preventing me from having any progress in my unit work, I thought I might as well make a Christmas wish list (even though I know I'm not getting any of them) but then that's why it's called a WISH list isn't it?. If you know me well enough, you should know of what this list will primarily consist of...So let's get started:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/Syb1X_FmSGI/AAAAAAAAAWM/bJ7sQMlF_sY/s400/dr-romanelli-2009-fall-winter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Dr. Romanelli winter vest from his new collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SyW4O7oke2I/AAAAAAAAAWE/2HnSWmXDNdY/s1600-h/lfbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SyW4O7oke2I/AAAAAAAAAWE/2HnSWmXDNdY/s400/lfbw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414936693648423778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Bernard Wilhelm x Linda Farrow sunglasses. I need these in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/Syb3qjQxAwI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zQa_m-IHVxE/s1600-h/RTEmagicC_fitted_1_01.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/Syb3qjQxAwI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zQa_m-IHVxE/s400/RTEmagicC_fitted_1_01.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415287912351728386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Fitted Hawaii x Angry Woebots. Furry hat...must have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/Syb3qjQxAwI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zQa_m-IHVxE/s1600-h/RTEmagicC_fitted_1_01.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/Syb3gMtzsNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8t3uq22G3Gs/s1600-h/huf-kickshi-new-era.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/Syb3gMtzsNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8t3uq22G3Gs/s400/huf-kickshi-new-era.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415287734500831442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;HUF x Kicks/HI New Era collaboration. Every hat is different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I want one with the hula girl on the front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/Syb3gMtzsNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8t3uq22G3Gs/s1600-h/huf-kickshi-new-era.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/Syb3f2UHWeI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Xqj9j0_4rU8/s1600-h/fitted-hawaii-alii-kamehameha-new-era-cap-tee-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/Syb3f2UHWeI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Xqj9j0_4rU8/s400/fitted-hawaii-alii-kamehameha-new-era-cap-tee-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415287728487487970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Fitted Hawaii "Ali'i Kamehameha" Pack. Dope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SyW4OgAeZYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mPD2_R0XD54/s1600-h/25442_D3X_34l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SyW4OgAeZYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mPD2_R0XD54/s400/25442_D3X_34l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414936686232495490" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This 24.5 megapixel motherfucking beast right here. Nikon D3X.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SyWxpuP06GI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EZMiMClapy4/s1600-h/snsd-461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SyWxpuP06GI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EZMiMClapy4/s400/snsd-461.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414929457330055266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Basically I want the bottom row plus the top right corner, minus the bottom right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Sunny, TaeYeon, Jessica and SooYoung. oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SyW4ORcJVzI/AAAAAAAAAV0/TAqSX34npbI/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SyW4ORcJVzI/AAAAAAAAAV0/TAqSX34npbI/s400/06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414936682322024242" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Clearly, Kim Tae Yeon needs her own spot for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SyWxpF5pSOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WSonL_JKEMA/s1600-h/102207aoy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SyWxpF5pSOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WSonL_JKEMA/s400/102207aoy9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414929446499600610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Lee Yeon Hee. She's a cutie pie that can act...'nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SyWxpF5pSOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WSonL_JKEMA/s1600-h/102207aoy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/_YKH0raU3v6g/SyWxoi6ezmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/5fhnv7zaEOY/s1600-h/seo-you-jin-birthday-2009-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SyWxoi6ezmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/5fhnv7zaEOY/s400/seo-you-jin-birthday-2009-15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414929437107867234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Seo You Jin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SyWxoXVx-RI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Fz5gSAcwEEY/s1600-h/Lee-Mi-Hyeon-Purple-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SyWxoXVx-RI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Fz5gSAcwEEY/s400/Lee-Mi-Hyeon-Purple-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414929434001144082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Lee Mi Hyeon. I'm not a fan, but this shoot made me convert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SyWxoHEW2WI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tjbtSod1dpY/s1600-h/Kim-Ha-Yul-Triple-Again-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SyWxoHEW2WI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tjbtSod1dpY/s400/Kim-Ha-Yul-Triple-Again-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414929429633096034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Kim Ya Hul. I like Korean models with nice legs, what more can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As for the non-material things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the ability to write good poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;freestyle ability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;maturity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a good job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;world peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a reason to wake up every morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;..you know, the little things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hoping you have a happy holidays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ANYONE?'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/Syb1X_FmSGI/AAAAAAAAAWM/bJ7sQMlF_sY/s72-c/dr-romanelli-2009-fall-winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-1245471316997344621</id><published>2009-11-18T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:51:20.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keystyle Session'/><title type='text'>THE CYPHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I jot on the loose leaf until I can’t write&lt;br /&gt;Until I can’t rhyme ‘cos my brain too tired&lt;br /&gt;Drink some Red Bull to put wings to my temples&lt;br /&gt;Mind elevated high enough I’m not careful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m touching the heavens ~ so I’m touching the deceased&lt;br /&gt;Ready to eject ~ got my hand on the release&lt;br /&gt;Like Mariano Rivera I provide the relief&lt;br /&gt;For the migraines I cause when these haters disbelieving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah…they think I’m just cheating&lt;br /&gt;R1, R2, L1, R2,&lt;br /&gt;Left, Down, Right, Up, Left, Down, Down, Left&lt;br /&gt;Weapons code 2, I don’t leave nobody left&lt;br /&gt;Leave no remains of these ringtone rhymers&lt;br /&gt;Like the opposition of Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;Aiming for a future with a million in the stands&lt;br /&gt;While my lyrics touch the youth like Michael Jackson's hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gripping the mic with an iron hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-1245471316997344621?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/1245471316997344621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-jot-on-loose-leaf-until-i-cant-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/1245471316997344621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/1245471316997344621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-jot-on-loose-leaf-until-i-cant-write.html' title='THE CYPHER'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-2172178947578931346</id><published>2009-11-06T23:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:45:50.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.G.s'/><title type='text'>KTY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I just had a short conversation with a certain someone...and I started thinking that that was a bad decision on my part. After, I began to think that I don't even know what I'm looking for in a girl anymore, or what would make them attractive to me personality-wise. Then I remembered that there WAS someone. And here she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;KIM TAE YEON of Soh Nyoh Shi De/Girls' Generation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SvUW11wmhTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DyXDPLNzJog/s400/02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SvUW1uo5IpI/AAAAAAAAASI/7wkS_5KOiXo/s400/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SvT-i1hK3CI/AAAAAAAAASA/srsIqTTcbys/s400/f0022889_4819a34ebd458_sosiz-2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SvT-imVlXNI/AAAAAAAAAR4/etXIa2tJ4p0/s400/ouch.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SvT-ihNzFRI/AAAAAAAAARw/uCDEy_fNW-o/s400/MNetnew.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SvT-iWOGrjI/AAAAAAAAARo/qv_RZZDM-kA/s400/9864bb1fd0f66d76f724e453_labelle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SvT-iMyPSAI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ir-YEo2uA0E/s400/Taeyeon11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm thinking that's enough of Taengoo for now...or until I feel like posting the rest of the picturesI have. And next time I'm making an official post just for Lee Chae Rin, since the last one about her was for the whole 2NE1 group...I'll do that tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Soul boner...oh yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-2172178947578931346?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/2172178947578931346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/11/kty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2172178947578931346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2172178947578931346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/11/kty.html' title='KTY!'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SvUW11wmhTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DyXDPLNzJog/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-2509606316845731672</id><published>2009-11-05T15:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:11:33.832-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Way and Off The Wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>BACK AT IT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last night, I had the pleasure to attend the BAM! Youth Poetry Slam Finals. It was a great experience, I met a grip of cool people and I got to sacrifice myself in the second round to the displeasure of the judges...yeah, I got bad marks. Oh well, I guess I suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But congratulations go out to Stephen, Alex, Ronza, Romil and Pablo for making the first ever Bam! Youth Slam Team. Shame about that time penalty Pabs, it would have gotten you in, instead of as a substitute. And it's okay Izayana, though you lost to a 12 year old that flamed up his own sister in a poem, you can go spend more of your time ripping up phonebooks with your vagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways, after the show the homies Brian and Pablo got a cypher popping outside The Central. I joined in a little bit, but as always I failed at freestyling. The champion of the Youth Slam also joined in a kicked it with a little whiteboy freestyle of his own. And then we jerked a little...not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then we parted ways, spent a few minutes standing on a corner outside to just talk then me and Brian went to go get some wings and pizza. All in all it was a dope night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But thinking about it, I've been concentrating on poetry way too much lately...I'm thinking I need to diversify. It's time to get back on my grind with the homework and the microphone. It's the resurrection of the grizzly. Time to get it popping like fireworks, because I'm back, just in time for Brian's cypher project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe I'll see some of you readers at the November Toronto Poetry Slam at the Drake Hotel Underground on the 21st? I hope so. Until the next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ripping up Microsoft Word with an iron keyboard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-2509606316845731672?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/2509606316845731672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-at-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2509606316845731672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2509606316845731672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-at-it.html' title='BACK AT IT?'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-4474135430319325905</id><published>2009-11-03T00:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:05:28.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Way and Off The Wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>UPDATES AGAIN?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So now I only use this blog to update you guys on the movement I'm taking part in. Well, it's not really a movement, just me doing stuff I like or find appealing. But I promise, I will be posting up more random stuff, more C.A.G. posts and possibly some music in the future, just sit tight and buckle up for the rest of the grind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, this past Friday, I was invited to perform at Don Bosco Catholic Secondary School. For what? Well, I read a spoken word piece. Why? Well...I was intermission at the Toronto's Best High School Dance Crew competition with a whole grip of other performers, including the homie Brian Millado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm happy to say that we both got pretty good receptions for our pieces from the entire crowd...I just wish we'd stayed for the entire thing so I could have met people after. If anyone that was there sees this, and liked my performance, feel free to comment or contact me in some other way! I'd love to get your opinion and/or critique on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Also, much respect to all the crews that performed, and shouts to the few people that I met there...y'all should know who you are, it was great meeting you guys. Word up to Randell Rivera's crew, Surreality, too. Get 'em next time guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As for the future, I will be attending the BAM! Youth Poetry Slam finals on Wednesday at The Central with a grip of peeps. If you feel like attending, come with us! Cover charge is $5 at the door, alcohol is served and open mic starts at 7:15 so be there by then. Make sure you're ready for some awesome poetry and a side of inspiration while you're there as well. Hopefully we'll get some cypher-ing going on down there with anyone that wants to participate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And if you can't come to that, then it's all about the 21st of November at the Drake Hotel Underground where they will be holding the Toronto Poetry Slam for November. It's going to be another dope show, so I hope I see y'all there. And as always, if you run into me or just see me across the street or something...just say hi! I'd love to hear from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Getting on the creative grizzle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-4474135430319325905?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/4474135430319325905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/11/updates-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4474135430319325905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4474135430319325905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/11/updates-again.html' title='UPDATES AGAIN?'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-6273094340119512774</id><published>2009-10-23T20:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:24:31.237-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Way and Off The Wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>MORE UPDATES?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sure, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I performed at the Raise the Roof fundraiser held at school last Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I must admit, everybody did an awesome job and the talent was incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A lot of thanks go out to everyone that attended, thank you for helping raise money for the typhoon victims back in the Philippines. A fundraiser like that is only as good as the people that attend make it. Much respect to every performer for what they brought to the table and to the executives that made it all possible through hard organizational work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And to all the people that talked to me after telling me a great job, it means a lot. If you've never talked to me before and went up to me and said something, it means even more...you wouldn't believe me, but it does. So thank you. And there were two girls that talked to me after my performance...I just wish I remembered their names so I could shout them out...but if you guys end up here, hi. And thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The next day I participated in the Toronto Poetry Slam at the Drake Hotel Underground. I didn't do anywhere near what I was hoping but I don't even feel bad. The level of talent there was beyond amazing and I feel like I learned a lot. It turns out there was so much inspiration just lying in wait for me, just from hearing great poets perform. If you haven't attended a poetry slam, you have to. SOON! The next one is in November, I'm not sure when yet, but I will let you all know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And again, I wish I remembered her name, but there was a girl that went up to me outside the Drake after the first round and told me I was her favorite out of all the amazing talent there, so that means even more. I just wish I remembered your name, I'm sorry. But if you ever see this, feel free to remind me! Damn my selective memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Much respect to Sean McGarragle from Seven Dollar Bill who I talked to there as well. I've seen him perform twice and I must say, I can already see some influence from him in my new stuff. Also, to Ryan Padua. I look forward to seeing you perform my dude. Next month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For future performances feel free to ask...or I'll just let you know now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;On October 30th, I will be performing with the homie and a much better poet, Brian Millado, at Don Bosco Catholic Secondary School as intermission entertainment for Toronto's Best High School Dance Crew. If you're going to be there, feel free to talk to me and say Hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That's about it for now. Oh, and there's a grip of new poems on &lt;a href="http://egowroks.blogspot.com/"&gt;my poetry blog&lt;/a&gt;, so definitely peep that. Until then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Don't call it a comeback!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-6273094340119512774?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/6273094340119512774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6273094340119512774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6273094340119512774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-updates.html' title='MORE UPDATES?'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-4842303966418380594</id><published>2009-10-13T23:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:06:44.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>EXPRESSION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So here's a little catch up to be getting all of you on regarding my oh-so-not-so awesome life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can catch the whole thing on the &lt;a href="http://egotisticproductions.blogspot.com"&gt;Egotistic Productions&lt;/a&gt; if you want, since I'm taking part in a project or two that's more than me...and I'm too lazy to do so much updating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm just doing this, mainly to say that I've been concentrating on poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Basically, I'm just trying to advertise to people that read this, that I will most likely be performing at the Toronto Poetry Slam on the 17th of October at the Drake Hotel, unless horrible luck forbids it. Contact me for more info if you feel like reaching...which you really should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you can't make it for some reason, don't fear. I have the lyrics to all three poems I hope to be able to perform on my poetry blog which can be found &lt;a href="http://egowroks.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. But it's always better live and performed. I'm just saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's basically it for my little update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Catch you on the side with cookies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-4842303966418380594?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/4842303966418380594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/10/expression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4842303966418380594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4842303966418380594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/10/expression.html' title='EXPRESSION!'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-8592133673897818199</id><published>2009-09-29T22:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:51:18.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>FUCK YO COUCH NIGGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yeah...this is what I watch in my spare time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8kEryR5wj9o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8kEryR5wj9o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fuck yo couch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-8592133673897818199?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/8592133673897818199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/09/fuck-yo-couch-nigga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/8592133673897818199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/8592133673897818199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/09/fuck-yo-couch-nigga.html' title='FUCK YO COUCH NIGGA'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-7872908011537649466</id><published>2009-09-28T16:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:59:32.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Open Nostalgia'/><title type='text'>CANON (canon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just thought I'd get a little nostalgia going. I remembered it since I'm watching My Sassy Girl right now, and they mentioned it in passing. But I miss having to rehearse this song over and over again on the cello...those were the days. So I thought I'd link you guys up with a Youtube video of the song. Pachelbel's Canon, oh wow it brings back memories. That and it's an awesome classical piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZHw9uyj81g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZHw9uyj81g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Playing string with not bounds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-7872908011537649466?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/7872908011537649466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/09/canon-canon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7872908011537649466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7872908011537649466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/09/canon-canon.html' title='CANON (canon)'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-1836200945364738441</id><published>2009-09-26T11:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:56:19.584-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Way and Off The Wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EGOWROKS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>AGAIN?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Marcus, who else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...I have a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't think anyone cares about my actual life, so I decided to just make one for my poetry and stuff. Enter The Instrumental was too complicated to maintain in my opinion. So this will be reserved for randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started it last night...and I basically started posting a grip of poems from here to there in the last few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHERE!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find it at &lt;a href="http://egowroks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://egowroks.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beaming myself to another place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-1836200945364738441?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/1836200945364738441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/09/again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/1836200945364738441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/1836200945364738441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/09/again.html' title='AGAIN?'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-6442158625337771176</id><published>2009-09-22T17:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:58:53.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Way and Off The Wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>EXPRESS YOURSELF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, September 30th @ the library during lunch! Be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's about time I got back into poetry...I'm finding it quite difficult at the moment though.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a few ideas but it's hella hard trying to find some shit to write. And when I know how I want to write it and how I want it to sound, I can think of what to do it about. It's irking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no inspiration to write about and I'm turning even more retarded so I can't write. Eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting my pen and notebook aside for a bit, it's time to go watch Cortez and Conceited. I hope I'm not disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Learning to express,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-6442158625337771176?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/6442158625337771176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/09/express-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6442158625337771176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6442158625337771176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/09/express-yourself.html' title='EXPRESS YOURSELF'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-1817613064106078993</id><published>2009-09-03T01:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:35:38.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.G.s'/><title type='text'>BASKET FULL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I've just found my favourite episode of 2NE1 TV. I know I don't understand a single word (yet) but CL sitting in the cart and talking has got to be one of the cutest things in life. It's pretty much on par with a basket full of puppies. And I know it's not fair to tease you by just saying it, so I'll post the video here. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GqfVHd_6oqA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GqfVHd_6oqA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would buy two of her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-1817613064106078993?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/1817613064106078993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/09/basket-full.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/1817613064106078993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/1817613064106078993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/09/basket-full.html' title='BASKET FULL...'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-2785933290311519727</id><published>2009-09-01T19:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:09:28.678-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words To Note'/><title type='text'>I WANT..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think P.H.I.L.T.H.Y. said it correctly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"I want a girl that's so close to God that I have to go through Him to get to her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'd make exceptions, yadidamean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know what I want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-2785933290311519727?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/2785933290311519727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2785933290311519727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2785933290311519727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want.html' title='I WANT..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-2140684823159475341</id><published>2009-09-01T19:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:07:26.233-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Way and Off The Wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>CLICK ON SOUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just switch that around and you'll discover that your boy is back on &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/EGOtron"&gt;Soundclick!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click the link in the word &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/EGOtron"&gt;Soundclick&lt;/a&gt; and you'll be linked to my new profile. And to celebrate, there's one song already uploaded. I doubt you have heard it, but if you have, then lucky you. It might possibly be on Chapter 2 of my mixtapes (if I ever get there) but until then, it's there to keep you busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I restarted it because the only place I really post songs is on zShare. But that's not good since the only way to get to them is to ask me. So I thought I might as well make a new Soundclick page so you can get to a song whenever you want to. But then you should already be downloading them if you've heard them once, right? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy the music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-2140684823159475341?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/2140684823159475341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/09/click-on-sound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2140684823159475341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2140684823159475341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/09/click-on-sound.html' title='CLICK ON SOUND'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-6380833321658177545</id><published>2009-09-01T17:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:43:23.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AND HE GETS THE GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And He Gets The Girl" is probably one of my favorite songs by Lupe Fiasco...and possibly of all time as a matter of fact. So when I found these two typography music videos, I was pretty happy. So here's both of them, I'll let you decide which one you like better. And of course, much respect to Lupe Fiasco and both people that made the videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6372771&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6372771&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/6372771"&gt;Kinetic Typography - Lupe Fiasco - And He Gets the Girl&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2237381"&gt;Joseph Humpay&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2984041&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2984041&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2984041"&gt;Lupe Fiasco's And He Gets the Girl&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user430679"&gt;Matthew Metoyer&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you I think you're super, so much I had to pursue ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-6380833321658177545?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/6380833321658177545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-he-gets-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6380833321658177545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6380833321658177545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-he-gets-girl.html' title='AND HE GETS THE GIRL'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-7199084736014608121</id><published>2009-08-31T20:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:55:53.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words To Note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>7 BILLION..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a little note for the future in case I need a little reminder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's currently almost 7 BILLION people in the world, and the only one I really want is you"...and my mom (well, she'd probably go before you)...family and a few friends...but still, you're one of 5 people out of 7 000 000 000. So that's like...mind blasting. And you have the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; proverbial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; cajones to tell me you don't want to give me a chance because things won't end up right!? Just sit yo bitch ass down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, that's not about anybody specific. It just came to my head so I thought I'd write it down for future reference...or maybe it's time for another poem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Confuzzled as ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-7199084736014608121?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/7199084736014608121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-billion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7199084736014608121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7199084736014608121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-billion.html' title='7 BILLION..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-4304355425159950753</id><published>2009-08-31T10:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:55:46.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eargasmic Experiences'/><title type='text'>SUCCESSFUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So Drake and Trey Songz' music video for "Successful" finally dropped. It's pretty simple, but i like the idea behind it. But the best part is probably the fact that the video is of the version that will be on Trey Songz' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ready&lt;/span&gt; album, coming out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what does that mean? It means that Weezy's verse was taken out in favor of a verse from Trey Songz. Disagree all you want but that gremlin looking douchebag ruins almost every song he shows up on...But enough talking from me (well, typing) it's better if you actually hear and see the video yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/g84LyHgQiaIMwLqs"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/g84LyHgQiaIMwLqs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want to be successful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-4304355425159950753?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/4304355425159950753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/successful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4304355425159950753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4304355425159950753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/successful.html' title='SUCCESSFUL'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-2741471272419913577</id><published>2009-08-30T20:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:13:29.062-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words To Note'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"I don't got a problem with monogamy. I prefer quality to quantity and won't tolerate monotony."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NoCanDo is the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love, peace, and chicken grease,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-2741471272419913577?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/2741471272419913577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-got-problem-with-monogamy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2741471272419913577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2741471272419913577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-got-problem-with-monogamy.html' title=''/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-269068201457130615</id><published>2009-08-30T17:18:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:56:49.447-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.G.s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>2NE1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So you may ask what I've been so busy doing since I have been neglecting this blog a lot this month and the answer is...well, nothing. I've just been loafting around the house, or mainly spending my time unconscious enjoying my brain's sudden ability to receive dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming a lot lately...so much that I'd wake up from a dream and go back to sleep to continue it but end up repeating that cycle 3 times before I actually can't go to sleep again. But since I can't remember any of my recent dreams, that will be a topic for a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will this post be about you ask? Well just check out the title! 2NE1? Damn straight.&lt;br /&gt;All I've been doing lately is watching 2NE1 videos on Youtube, well mainly for their members Chaerin Lee (CL) and Sandara Park, but Bom ain't that bad at all. I'm not really feeling Minzy except for the I Don't Care music video...but anyway. Here's a few videos to share the amazing-ness with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, from a post being an update on what I've been doing, this has turned into a C.A.G. post so deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;I know...the last 2 are just ones of CL, but c'mon...I have good reason. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBzY8b_80L0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBzY8b_80L0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ie9ZCXT9gYQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ie9ZCXT9gYQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISEoXdHb4W4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISEoXdHb4W4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^^ I want those headphones...but the pink ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IDILPhmgIiE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IDILPhmgIiE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SH3HMnsq2mk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SH3HMnsq2mk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to understand it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-269068201457130615?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/269068201457130615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/2ne1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/269068201457130615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/269068201457130615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/2ne1.html' title='2NE1'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-6289984695263028539</id><published>2009-08-29T11:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:06:58.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.G.s'/><title type='text'>number game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't done a C.A.G. post in a while.&lt;br /&gt;So to make up for it, I'll make this short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Let's all play the number game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SplDubNJTaI/AAAAAAAAARA/h_dCOzDiCuU/s1600-h/numbergame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 503px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SplDubNJTaI/AAAAAAAAARA/h_dCOzDiCuU/s400/numbergame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375402095099334050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm diagnosed with the yellow fever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Marcus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-6289984695263028539?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/6289984695263028539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/number-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6289984695263028539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6289984695263028539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/number-game.html' title='number game'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SplDubNJTaI/AAAAAAAAARA/h_dCOzDiCuU/s72-c/numbergame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-6771080277728522972</id><published>2009-08-21T23:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:47:54.856-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>inglourious basterds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Words cannot describe the awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for one thing, Julian San Jose will never doubt my taste in movies again. Another is that Julian says it was worth paying full price for. And finally, it made my top 5 favorite films of all time, which are all coincidentally or not, films by Quentin Tarantino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a film centered around World War II and a group of American soldiers intent on killing as many Nazi's as possible and ending the war, the movie is hilarious. There's even a Mike Myers appearance, which is totally unexpected. The movie also stars BJ Novak, who I recognized for his role in The Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going into detail on what I loved and what I didn't (if I could even possibly think of anything I didn't like) so I'll end this post now and hope it suffices to say that you should definitely go watch this movie. No doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oblige him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-6771080277728522972?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/6771080277728522972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/inglourious-basterds.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6771080277728522972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6771080277728522972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/inglourious-basterds.html' title='inglourious basterds'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-6592792143454424933</id><published>2009-08-20T11:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:52:36.504-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepwalkingacrossaburningbridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth'/><title type='text'>flow heat, no beat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not often that I do this stuff, but I thought I might as well since I have nothing better to do with my free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know then let me fill you in.&lt;br /&gt;A trio of Youtube rappers are holding a contest called "Flow Heat, No Beat" which is basically just acapella verses. But I enjoy my spoken word, so I thought I'd give it a shot. I'll just post my video here. Do me a favour...rate and comment saying how awesome it is, even when it's not. Alright? Cool.&lt;br /&gt;It'll probably end up on my sleepwalkingacrossaburningbridge tape since it's more or less spoken word. So without further ado, here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oS_krDjN5GU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oS_krDjN5GU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watch me as I reach for my minutes of fame&lt;br /&gt;I’m a bully with the brain…&lt;br /&gt;Make a mistake just by saying my name&lt;br /&gt;You’ll have no one to blame when I clobber your brain&lt;br /&gt;Leave you in a drain just to shout and exclaim&lt;br /&gt;“Go the fuck back to wherever you came from”&lt;br /&gt;You lame chumps…&lt;br /&gt;I’m discrete with the pen&lt;br /&gt;And at the same time I’m a God amongst men&lt;br /&gt;Populate my bedside with immaculate femmes&lt;br /&gt;I’m stronger than Hercules, faster than Hermes&lt;br /&gt;Bastards say you sick, you’re just lyrical herpes&lt;br /&gt;Pop eyes if you reach for my spinach&lt;br /&gt;You’re the next to be finished&lt;br /&gt;Produce decibels on levels with subliminal raps&lt;br /&gt;Describing more than simply criminal acts&lt;br /&gt;I’m destroying these effeminate cats&lt;br /&gt;With lyrics above average, belong in a straitjacket&lt;br /&gt;Houdini my way out as part of my stage antics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See there’s nothing I can’t do&lt;br /&gt;On the seventh day God sent me a “Thank you”&lt;br /&gt;Flow heat with no beat straight from Cali to Bristol&lt;br /&gt;Blast dudes with a knife or get stabbed with a pistol&lt;br /&gt;Mike Phelps through land, Usain Bolt through the water&lt;br /&gt;Inhale on the moon and Avada Kedavra Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;Feel chills on the sun, and sun burn on the North Pole&lt;br /&gt;Leave no trace at a crime and put hand prints on charcoal&lt;br /&gt;I can sneeze with my eyes open,&lt;br /&gt;Understand the unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Paint a pretty picture for the blind and upstage the all-knowing&lt;br /&gt;I could grow wings on my back&lt;br /&gt;Be more than immune to a mortar attack&lt;br /&gt;You could all be named Jill, but you won’t know Jack&lt;br /&gt;Of what I’m capable of…like a schizoid being able to love&lt;br /&gt;I’m beyond amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flowing heat on and off a beat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-6592792143454424933?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/6592792143454424933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/flow-heat-not-beat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6592792143454424933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6592792143454424933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/flow-heat-not-beat.html' title='flow heat, no beat...'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-6695023911520540880</id><published>2009-08-18T23:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:12:27.972-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>there's a new kid(s)?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to start writing here again.&lt;br /&gt;But enough about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cedsagun.blogspot.com/"&gt;The homie Cedric Sagun has just started his own blog. So go check it out and follow and all of that stuff because his posts will be undoubtedly more interesting than the garbage I subject you all to on here...well, the few of you that actually stop by here. To get to his blog, all you have to do is check out the blog roll on the side bar, all you need to do is scroll down. But if you're too lazy, then just click on this paragraph. K?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.juuustin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Another friend who goes by the name of Justin Alvarado has also started his own blogspot. So go check that out. It's already more interesting than anything you can find here. I also owe him for getting me back into watching Whose Line Is It Anyway? and for helping me discover that Bruce Lee clip where he plays ping pong with nunchucks. So check out his awesome blog and random posts as well, which can be found on my blogroll. And again, if you're too lazy, then click on this paragraph.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The man you owe for helping you discover them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-6695023911520540880?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/6695023911520540880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-new-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6695023911520540880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6695023911520540880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-new-kids.html' title='there&apos;s a new kid(s)?'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-6921297670468093301</id><published>2009-08-14T23:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:20:18.032-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>demos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been listening to a lot of music lately. I've become a big fan of shuffle, because it forces you to listen to songs you wouldn't normally give a chance, when you have all your other favorite songs to pick from. And recently, I've packed my tiny, little 4GB iPod with a grip of RnB songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to a bunch of them, I've grown fond of demos, thanks to Shake from 2dopeboyz for providing me with them through his "Sunday Soothing Sessions".&lt;br /&gt;I find it rather interesting to hear all these big hits being sung by someone other than the artists that became known for them. And to know that these odd sounding versions are the originals and that they were the ones that came up with the entire song on their own just to market it to another artist for profit is interesting, because it shows you who can make hits on a consistent basis and those who need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, I find Johnta Austin's demo of "With You" a lot better than the Rihanna-beater's single, just because his voice is a lot deeper and makes it more sensual. (No homo.)&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Leslie's demo of Cassie's (probably only) single "Me &amp;amp; You" is on a whole other plateau from his student's hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are times when the demo is on par with the final product.&lt;br /&gt;Johnta Austin's demo track to Usher for his song "Before I Met You" is equally great by either artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then sometimes, it just so happens that the transfer of notes and lyrics in a business deal turns out to be a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;Keri Hilson's take on the song "Stronger" fell short of the final product by Mary J. Blige...just like it was supposed to turn out.&lt;br /&gt;Ne-Yo's reference track titled "There With You" ended up on John Legend's Evolver album as the song "Take Me Away" and seeing as how awesome John Legend's vocal abilities are, it turned out better.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are times when it's just hella odd to hear the reference track, like The-Dream's version of Rihanna's hit "Umbrella".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's about it for my opinion on what demos and reference tracks I've listened to.&lt;br /&gt;I need to find myself more of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In search of Ne-Yo level inspiration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-6921297670468093301?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/6921297670468093301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/demos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6921297670468093301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6921297670468093301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/demos.html' title='demos..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-4842716399786311406</id><published>2009-08-05T03:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T03:53:48.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>4p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purple Polkadotted Panda Productions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds good. But I don't have a single idea of what I'm going to turn it into.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll work on a logo when I wake up in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to force myself to fall asleep now.&lt;br /&gt;So good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wondering what this is going to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-4842716399786311406?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/4842716399786311406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/4p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4842716399786311406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4842716399786311406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/4p.html' title='4p'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-782413087723762930</id><published>2009-08-04T09:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:33:20.057-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Way and Off The Wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really need something to do...but I might as well work on the mixtape in the gaps of time where I can't try to gain experience points right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have about 9 tracks set for the mixtape.&lt;br /&gt;3 of those still haven't been recorded.&lt;br /&gt;There's 2 more than I'm in the process of writing.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm aiming for 5-7 more songs..to round out the mixtape&lt;br /&gt;In case I feel like replacing some that are already there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I'm at a reasonable pace to get this done by my targeted release date.&lt;br /&gt;I had about 4 a month ago...so I've written 5 or so in a month.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad seeing how much I procrastinate and all.&lt;br /&gt;And when is that release date you ask?&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, you probably didn't ask, but I'll tell  you anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER 27. Mark that down in your calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On my grizzly (continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-782413087723762930?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/782413087723762930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/782413087723762930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/782413087723762930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/08/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-3568942730166119231</id><published>2009-07-27T01:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:19:47.642-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepwalkingacrossaburningbridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.O.T.G.A.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enter the Instrumental'/><title type='text'>first..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've just posted the first thing you will see, and possibly hear from another one of my side projects, on my other blog &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://entertheinstrumental.blogspot.com/"&gt;Enter The Instrumental&lt;/a&gt;. Feel free to go there and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;It's called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thedecisiontolisten&lt;/span&gt; and it talks about something quite personal. The emo level went through the roof OD on this one, so if you read it, please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't think I've talked about this side project before, let me explain it now.&lt;br /&gt;This project is essentially and audio book of my poetry called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleepwalkingacrossaburningbridge&lt;/span&gt;. It's far from being called in progress, but I'm working on it. I'm back to writing and everything will sort itself out as I continue. The cover is already done...but I'll upload that some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go ahead and enter the instrumental,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-3568942730166119231?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/3568942730166119231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/3568942730166119231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/3568942730166119231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/first.html' title='first..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-5808876208417219745</id><published>2009-07-26T14:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:26:29.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>debut..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night I went to Nadine Sagun's debut. She's one cool cat haha.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty cool shindig but I was too tuckered out last night to be writing a blog post about it.&lt;br /&gt;Wait...did I just say 'shindig' and 'tuckered out' in the same sentence? Odd. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I didn't do my duty and talk about it last night, I thought I'd do it today while I can still remember details. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty awesome. Not as much people as I expected, but after what Nadine said, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; expecting the Barbie theme. The cotillion did great and their dances looked well worth all the practices they had to endure since a few months back. Kudos to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances were cool. There was some singing (yes, there was karaoke) and Lendl did a little routine. It was alright...kinda waste. Kidding, it was cool. Nice work on that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and how could I forget my homie Daryl being the Master of Ceremonies with Nemo. But I was expecting more jokes bro, you looked and sounded nervous...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Nadine's a crybaby. I'm kidding of course. But she did cry a fair amount, which I guess is understandable with all the sentiments being shared and it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a special moment and all. All in all it was really cool and I had a great time. I want to go to another one soon now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And again, happy birthday Nadine and I hope you enjoyed yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things keep springing to mind now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-5808876208417219745?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/5808876208417219745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/debut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5808876208417219745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5808876208417219745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/debut.html' title='debut..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-7660368034819400032</id><published>2009-07-25T11:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:08:22.390-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>spider-spider?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So here's the rundown of what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg and I went downtown to just loaft around Eaton's Centre while I looked for a gift I could give Nadine for her debut. And trust me when I say that it was unbelievably difficult.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know her well enough to get her something from the heart, so I settled for whatever though I'm adding a little personal flair to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour of two of random searching and Asian female scouting, we went to go get food.&lt;br /&gt;This really awesome Asian place on Yonge and Gerrard, had amazing General George chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Not General Tsao...General George. But it was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A couple of C.A.G.'s came in about half an hour after us too. So that was a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back and after another handful of laps, we decided to give Raisa a call.&lt;br /&gt;She told me to drop by the store where I ended up getting my gift. It made me jealous too.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go there again and get something for myself. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the best part of the story.&lt;br /&gt;As we were heading towards Sears, while talking about the most random things of course, we passed by this spider that was spinning a line of webbing. Why was it so special?&lt;br /&gt;Well, for one part it was precisely face height.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Secondly, we looked up and the only place it could have been repelling from was the ceiling of the Eaton's Centre which was hella high.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, it landed on the face of a girl walking behind us. The squeal was enough to tell us what happened. We were expecting it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after thinking about it a bit, I thought about how inspirational this spider was.&lt;br /&gt;It went so far, crawling all the way to the top of that high vaulted ceiling. Then it put in all that work just to reach the ground. But instead, it landed on a cute Asian girl's face.&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story was that no matter how far we have to go out of our way, we should make the effort in order to attain great things. Not to mention land on an Asian girl's face which is definitely a plus. I think. Oh, wait. It is. But I digress, though only a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This spider taught me a valuable life lesson and no other spider in the world can compare to it.&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SmstumsNwaI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TFISfXzSy0Y/s1600-h/naked_spiderman_costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 744px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SmstumsNwaI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TFISfXzSy0Y/s400/naked_spiderman_costume.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362430059997938082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Artist's rendition of what that spider would have been like if it was human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to do whatever that spider can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-7660368034819400032?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/7660368034819400032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/spider-spider.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7660368034819400032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7660368034819400032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/spider-spider.html' title='spider-spider?'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SmstumsNwaI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TFISfXzSy0Y/s72-c/naked_spiderman_costume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-5440537467598988002</id><published>2009-07-22T21:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:32:17.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>freedom..and a new beginning..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clearly, it seems that I've been neglecting to update this blog in July. But hey. I have a good reason.&lt;br /&gt;I've been stuck in summer school and in my spare time I've been busy reading the Twilight saga.&lt;br /&gt;So is it so unforgivable that I haven't posted as much useless rambling on a page where no one goes? Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least now I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;3 courses done in summer school.&lt;br /&gt;24 units in 19 days.&lt;br /&gt;2 exams.&lt;br /&gt;And I still finished all of it early.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pretty darn proud of myself at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to get to the checklist I listed randomly for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling a whole lot lighter than I have in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Getting shut down by Mara might have something to do with it...&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason I'm happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time to click refresh on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smiling so hard my mouth looks like a capital U,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-5440537467598988002?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/5440537467598988002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/freedomand-new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5440537467598988002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5440537467598988002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/freedomand-new-beginning.html' title='freedom..and a new beginning..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-278172885066652775</id><published>2009-07-19T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:28:15.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't think I'm strong enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's inescapable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-278172885066652775?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/278172885066652775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/278172885066652775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/278172885066652775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-4040439274119734154</id><published>2009-07-17T20:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:40:03.750-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eargasmic Experiences'/><title type='text'>church league champions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I dedicated an entire blog post to a dope group releasing a mixtape, why not do the same again for a group that's just as dope if not dope-er?&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's exactly what I'm doing for Pacific Division and their release of the long-awaited Church League Champions. That's what's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole basketball theme revolves around being the underdog.&lt;br /&gt;But why babble on some more...I'll just let you download it and decide for yourself how awesome Pac Div is.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the first song is called Dick Vitale.&lt;br /&gt;Just click on the album cover and you should get linked to Megaupload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=EQL48RYA"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SmEZiB6RwEI/AAAAAAAAAQw/D-UC2le5oOU/s400/20090717-pacdiv1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359593103966715970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still the underdog...even in my own world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-4040439274119734154?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/4040439274119734154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/church-league-champions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4040439274119734154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4040439274119734154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/church-league-champions.html' title='church league champions...'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SmEZiB6RwEI/AAAAAAAAAQw/D-UC2le5oOU/s72-c/20090717-pacdiv1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-9208856910610332815</id><published>2009-07-17T18:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:03:36.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eargasmic Experiences'/><title type='text'>open up a little happiness..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I woke up today, I was feeling a little down...for reasons I won't go into detail about.&lt;br /&gt;But if you're familiar with myself deeply personally, or go through my blog frequently you should know what it's about.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5...PM feeling like I just skipped a full day in terms of the morning and afternoon so I got up and spent an hour going through my usual sites, looking for something to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;No new clothing worth noting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to drop by my favorite music site, and lo and behold...something managed to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;It was a music video by the oddest grouping of artists ever, IMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beat produced by Polow Da Don? Check.&lt;br /&gt;The lead man of Gnarls Barkley? Check.&lt;br /&gt;The lead singer of Panic! At the Disco? Check.&lt;br /&gt;The front man of Gym Class Heroes? Check.&lt;br /&gt;An urban singer that appeared in Idlewild? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that would be a song by Cee-Lo, Brandon Urie, Travis McCoy and Janello Monae produced by Polow Da Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it sounds awesome to you, then you would happen to be right.&lt;br /&gt;So here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cxfkg3RaRjs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cxfkg3RaRjs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I feel like someone new,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-9208856910610332815?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/9208856910610332815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/open-up-little-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/9208856910610332815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/9208856910610332815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/open-up-little-happiness.html' title='open up a little happiness..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-9043083200852200948</id><published>2009-07-16T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:43:05.867-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The ability to say one thing and mean another...it's pretty useful.&lt;br /&gt;And I've been getting better at it lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get tired of talking about feelings and the rest of that stuff&lt;br /&gt;that ends up meaning nothing in a few weeks...months...years.&lt;br /&gt;I find it better to concentrate on the matters at hand.&lt;br /&gt;I can be talking about two things and to me it's one topic&lt;br /&gt;for other people that see it, it could be entirely different.&lt;br /&gt;And I like it like that, because they don't know what I'm thinking...&lt;br /&gt;I hate being an open book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've found my disguise..&lt;br /&gt;So speak your mind by blinking. At least that's what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm Dana Carvey up in hurr,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-9043083200852200948?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/9043083200852200948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/9043083200852200948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/9043083200852200948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/speak.html' title='speak'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-8128229864586780819</id><published>2009-07-16T01:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:21:49.275-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Channel Surfing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth'/><title type='text'>new release</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just dropping by at 1 in the morning to drop the newest track off of "Channel Surfing". I thought about keeping it a secret until the entire mixtape drops, but there a couple of people involved in this track, so I thought I'd post it up ahead of time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beat is produced by the one and only Vince Ticsay a.k.a. Tictac who can be found hanging out at &lt;a href="http://tictactalksandthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tictactalksandthoughts.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; which you should definitely pay a visit to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first verse is by yours truly, that can be found here and at &lt;a href="http://entertheinstrumental.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://entertheinstrumental.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; which you should visit if you haven't yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second verse is courtesy of the man Jayce Gracia who can be found making sporadic updates at the very creatively named &lt;a href="http://jaycegarcia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jaycegarcia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit all of those! Alright? Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've gotten the introductions out of the way, here is what you've been waiting for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just click on the title down there and it will send you to zShare where you can download it.&lt;br /&gt;And as per usual, the lyrics will follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/62630744e807ff94/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Actually &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;x Jayce Garcia (prod. by Tictac)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Verse1 - EGOtron&lt;br /&gt;She passed by once, I felt my heart restart&lt;br /&gt;Passed by twice, she’s a work of art…&lt;br /&gt;Her third time by, I felt the time fly by&lt;br /&gt;I was paused stuck in time, with the feeling I was high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I was sober…I think it’s over&lt;br /&gt;All you chicks hang it up if you know her&lt;br /&gt;Just one look she had me frozen…&lt;br /&gt;In a Megatron state I think I’m dozing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out of my mind, from this one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;Female wearing retail and curvy behind&lt;br /&gt;She’s a femme fetal; it’s as simple as that&lt;br /&gt;Smile pearly white with the dimples intact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has my mind gone like she was a time bomb&lt;br /&gt;Seconds tick-tick-ticking while I rhyme on&lt;br /&gt;Playing cool, calm collect I’m not aiming for sex&lt;br /&gt;But if she puts it on the table I’d be dumb to reject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse2 - Jayce Garcia&lt;br /&gt;Taken in by this girl with her eyes so soft&lt;br /&gt;Always make my day got me feelin so aloft.&lt;br /&gt;So high, can't deny - they call me the fly guy..&lt;br /&gt;you the only one that gets me to feel shy.&lt;br /&gt;And baby girl I can't deny-&lt;br /&gt;for most girls I don't even have to try!&lt;br /&gt;Somethin about you leaves me mesmerized,&lt;br /&gt;Like Akon, I think you got me so hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;And I love how you love everything I'm into,&lt;br /&gt;No idea what to do to impress you.&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight is what it seems to be,&lt;br /&gt;Lady brown show me love and set Jaycee free.&lt;br /&gt;Her v-neck and cardigan, vtec pops on again,&lt;br /&gt;Hot like an engine, She keeps me poundin.&lt;br /&gt;Might be meant to be for all that we know-&lt;br /&gt;Late great Guerrero is back to steal the show, I'm taken in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listen to it and I hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;If you do, contact me using one of the stalker methods in the side...if you don't...do the same thing still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, love seems a bit far right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-8128229864586780819?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/8128229864586780819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-release.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/8128229864586780819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/8128229864586780819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-release.html' title='new release'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-5108830129066934527</id><published>2009-07-14T19:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:07:09.658-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>what i want..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The more I think about it, the more I realize that I really deserve what I've been searching for...at least that's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...other people got it when they wanted it...so why can't I get my own?&lt;br /&gt;I know I wasted time before I decided to tell you I wanted it&lt;br /&gt;and by then, it was too late...I couldn't have it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Because I guess it just isn't the right time anymore...maybe it never was.&lt;br /&gt;But I keep thinking that someday I'll get what I think I think I deserve.&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearing about how he got what he wanted...he got to try it out for a bit..&lt;br /&gt;So why not me? What's wrong with me? Am I too old? Am I too big?&lt;br /&gt;Am I just not good enough that have it? Are my feet too large and long?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's not that hard to make Buzz Lightyear shoes that light up for adults.&lt;br /&gt;That's just blatant ageism. I just want the good old days that came with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh how I wish I could rewind time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-5108830129066934527?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/5108830129066934527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5108830129066934527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5108830129066934527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-want.html' title='what i want..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-275506283121220066</id><published>2009-07-11T18:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:50:17.802-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Channel Surfing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Way and Off The Wall'/><title type='text'>something new?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I recorded a new song that is destined to be on the tracklist for Channel Surfing. I took it in only take and that's hella awesome. Since I tend to be a perfectionist and want it to be just right...like the baby bear's porridge or if you want to be fat you can mix the papa bear and the mama bear's bowls of porridge so it turns into the perfect temperature since one's really hot and one's cold. But I digress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm trying to decide if I should post it up. But since nobody's going to really listen to it in the first place, I'll just keep it to myself until I finish the rest of Channel Surfing. I just thought I'd let you know that I finally did something that wil help it get finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back in the office writing up sheets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-275506283121220066?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/275506283121220066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/275506283121220066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/275506283121220066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-new.html' title='something new?'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-8649269199454640467</id><published>2009-07-07T20:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:28.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>i got it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I've just about come to a decision. I just need to decide on when...&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's a bit of faith in the matter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-8649269199454640467?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/8649269199454640467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/8649269199454640467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/8649269199454640467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-it.html' title='i got it..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-6448856152536853471</id><published>2009-07-06T21:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:16:12.118-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keystyle Session'/><title type='text'>venting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I'm sleep walking across a burning bridge, holding a burning spliff. Staring at you aiming the burner, bitch. I'll leave a carcass trail, composed of the weak and frail on account of rage when my senses fail, leading to a memory lapse full of cries and wails, sending bullets your way the size of Beluga whales. Still asleep, my eyes closed shut. But I'm conscious enough to tear out guts, throw you off this bridge and onto the pavement below. Leave brains numbed with this cocaine flow, ask anybody and they all know. You don't mess with this ill marksman, I make everything clear, my rhymes optometrist equipment, I drop foes with the quickness, until my actions are translated to fiction...and graphic novels, you cats are awful, leave you in a tomb encased in marble. Then crack that shit just to loot your corpse, I take my shit by force, batter your brain with sound waves encased in Morse. I'm so evil and twisted...I'm the resident evil, killing masses of people with enough room for about 4 more sequels. But Leon Kennedy can't stop me, I laugh at Mahatma Gandhi, and dropkick his hungry auntie. I'm a rude fucker on an anger binge, silencing pistols so they sound like a creaky hinge. Spraying bastards with bullets laced with strychnine, equipped with a slick mind with an ego comparable to my dick size. It's hella large...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well that feels a little better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-6448856152536853471?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/6448856152536853471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/venting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6448856152536853471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6448856152536853471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/venting.html' title='venting..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-114714895399698481</id><published>2009-07-05T15:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:18:16.882-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Way and Off The Wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>summer updates..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just thought I'd update those who care as to what I'm up to since I haven't posted anything in a while. So here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm going to be in summer school until July 22 or 24. Or if you want to see me earlier, try and motivate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm beasting again...meh. Is that a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Still waiting for an answer. I think. I'm not holding my breath for it, but I'd still like one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm trying to learn how to play guitar. Oh yeahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm in the middle of writing about 3 tracks for my mixtape. You won't be hearing them until it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll probably write a poem by the end of tonight if I can find the inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that's about it for now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-114714895399698481?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/114714895399698481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/114714895399698481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/114714895399698481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-updates.html' title='summer updates..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-21650881627353779</id><published>2009-06-26T17:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:05:33.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enter the Instrumental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>the king of pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, I went to prom, and it was unexpectedly awesome. Hella fun, but hella tiring.&lt;br /&gt;So...next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But about an hour before the doors opened and we could get inside to sit down and everything else, we got news that Michael Jackson had passed away. It didn't really phase me at the moment. But then I got to thinking about everything he had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child molestation charges and plastic surgery aside, he was nothing less than a musical genius who paved the way for music as it is today. I still bump his music on my iPod everyday, and I never get tired of it. The music Michael Jackson made is timeless. And so is he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I paid my own tribute to the King of Pop in the best way I knew how. I danced my ass off last night as best as I could, especially when they played one of his better known hits "Billie Jean".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should not mourn the death of someone great, but celebrate the life they lived. The body dies, but the soul doesn't...and neither does the memory of everything that person had done. So here's to you Michael Jackson. May you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the new banner. In tribute to the King of Pop. I may go on with other posts, but it's there to stay for a while. I was planning on something simple, but one thing lead to another and that's how it turned out. The small text in the background is the lyrics from his greatest hit ever, "Thriller". Plus, I was kind of getting tired of seeing the top of my head at the top of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking about it some more today, I managed to write a short little poem using "P.Y.T.  (Pretty Young Thing)" as my inspiration, among other things. It's not much, but it's my tribute to a great musician. It can be found on my second blog &lt;a href="http://entertheinstrumental.blogspot.com/"&gt;Enter the Instrumental&lt;/a&gt;. I've also decided to change the music to go along with it. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sending wishes and condolences,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. I didn't drink at the after party...or anything else. Proud?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-21650881627353779?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/21650881627353779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/king-of-pop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/21650881627353779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/21650881627353779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/king-of-pop.html' title='the king of pop'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-5041232854843055208</id><published>2009-06-25T13:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:22:32.768-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>prom..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prom tonight...I think it's going to be quite depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's around 40 degrees and there's a thunderstorm.&lt;br /&gt;I have no date, and I have to go to an after party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know, what's so bad about an after party?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I promised myself I would stop drinking and all that.&lt;br /&gt;So it's more of a personal failure if I end up drinking. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the plus side, I look good. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking into disappointment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-5041232854843055208?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/5041232854843055208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/prom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5041232854843055208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5041232854843055208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/prom.html' title='prom..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-3623058272647031462</id><published>2009-06-24T18:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:19:49.751-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enter the Instrumental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>new blog...again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kind of. Well, I think this place is getting hectic with everything that I feel like posting around.&lt;br /&gt;So starting from now on, I have a second blogspot for whatever writing I do, and what songs I feel like sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, it's just as easily accessible as this one, and it looks a whole lot better. Yessuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go hit it up and tell me what you think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebackgroundinstrumental.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertheinstrumental.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO THERE NAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blending into the background instrumental,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-3623058272647031462?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/3623058272647031462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-blogagain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/3623058272647031462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/3623058272647031462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-blogagain.html' title='new blog...again?'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-6319565451544313489</id><published>2009-06-22T22:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:25:48.269-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eargasmic Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>goood music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You better recognize good music if you're reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;So I thought to myself, why not make sure of that? So I'm posting up a list of the music I'm listening to right now.&lt;br /&gt;Go download them. I mean it. They're all awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are older, but they're all worth a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;8thW1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Crazy 8's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Amanda Diva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Spandex, Rhymes and Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Asher Roth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Asleep in the Bread Aisle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;B.o.B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Who The Fuck Is B.o.B.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;B.o.B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - B.o.B. vs Bobby Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Bambu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Exact Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The Cool Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Gone Fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Corrine Bailey Rae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Danny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - And I Love H.E.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;DJ Deckstream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Deckstream Soundtrack 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Dom Kennedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - FutureStreet/DrugSounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Drake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - So Far Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;DumbFounDead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Fun With Dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Frank Sinatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Greatest Hits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;G.o.D. Jewels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Glory or Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;ILLmaculate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - The Rain Check Mixtape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;ILLmaculate &amp;amp; OnlyOne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Police Brutality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;J. Cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - The Warm Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;John Legend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Evolver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Continuum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Kid Cudi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - A Kid Named Cudi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Mickey Factz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - In Search of N.E.R.D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Mickey Factz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Heaven's Fallout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Method Man &amp;amp; Redman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - The Blackout 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Mos Def&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - The Ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Ne-Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Year of the Gentleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Pacific Division&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - The Blend Tape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Q-Tip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - The Renaissance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Ryan Leslie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Ryan Leslie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Sahtyre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - High Saht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Sandpeople&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Long Story Short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Skyzoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - The Power of Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Fearless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Tyga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - The Potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Wale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - Back to the Feature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think I'm missing any recent album or mixtape, from any genre, leave me a comment and I'll listen to it. And possibly add it if I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guaranteeing eargasms since this post,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-6319565451544313489?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/6319565451544313489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/goood-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6319565451544313489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6319565451544313489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/goood-music.html' title='goood music'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-5075656675090257420</id><published>2009-06-20T16:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:46:52.705-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words To Note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>rapper o's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I finally found my favorite song from DumbFounDead's "Fun With Dumb".&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm still banging that album on repeat, but now I have it on shuffle with Wale's "Back to the Feature".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's that song?&lt;br /&gt;Well, 'Favorite Song' with Verbs and Open-Mike Eagle and the leading single 'Bullets of Truth' are good candidates, my ear has to go to 'Rapper O's'.&lt;br /&gt;It's an amazing track on how rap has gotten so commercial and all that jazz. There's been tons of these types of songs out, but put into the concept of a breakfast cereal, DFD takes it to a whole new level. It's one of the most entertaining song on the album, and that's saying something seeing as DFD is one hilarious cat and his music conveys that fact really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is are the lyrics on point, but the production definitely stands out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Looking for a breakfast cereal, that's less than lyrical?&lt;br /&gt;So whack, that it's low fat...forget your Cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;Try Rapper O's. Half a bowl, will have your bones&lt;br /&gt;Feeling strong like mastodons rapping on where other last a minute long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A character in each box, with a different weak spot&lt;br /&gt;That you want to tap into and serve over a beatbox."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most important meal out of the day, they say&lt;br /&gt;Popular flavors like Laffy Taffy and A Bay Bay."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much to quote. So go listen to yourself and try to convince yourself that it's not a ridiculous track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to find myself a bowl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-5075656675090257420?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/5075656675090257420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/rapper-os.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5075656675090257420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5075656675090257420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/rapper-os.html' title='rapper o&apos;s'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-8665151524082977453</id><published>2009-06-20T14:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:33:34.189-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.O.T.G.A.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>chalk it up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll just chalk it up to bad luck and rotten judgement.&lt;br /&gt;I could have definitely picked something better that wouldn't have given me so much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I think I earned a few experience points there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And...moving on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-8665151524082977453?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/8665151524082977453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/chalk-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/8665151524082977453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/8665151524082977453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/chalk-it-up.html' title='chalk it up..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-8357336102210783836</id><published>2009-06-19T21:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:41:25.287-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eargasmic Experiences'/><title type='text'>goin' back to the feature..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Great news for hip hop. Wale's finally released the "Back To The Feature" mixtape after several delays and all the hype that's surrounded it. And I've got to say, the hype was well reasoned, at least for what parts of it I've listened to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get past the play on words from our favorite time traveling classic movie with the all-too familiar Marty McFly, this mixtape feature hella artist features including Joe Budden, Skyzoo, Talib Kweli, Joell Ortiz, Young Chris, Black Thought, Big Sean, Torae, Memphis Bleek, J. Cole, Curren$y, Jean Grae, Royce Da 5′9″, Bun B and many more. Plus, it's produced by 9th Wonder! What more could you want!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is. Click on the front cover and it'll send you to usershare where you can download it in it's entirety, and clicking on the back cover just zooms it in so you can look at the entire tracklist in it's entire awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://usershare.net/klatg8casbac"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjxB9g4QStI/AAAAAAAAAQY/plyjuJcJPlI/s400/20090619-wale1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349222982463015634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjxB96YnKfI/AAAAAAAAAQg/H7rEtOtnA3I/s1600-h/20090619-wale2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjxB96YnKfI/AAAAAAAAAQg/H7rEtOtnA3I/s400/20090619-wale2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349222989309618674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you don't listen to Wale yet, and that doesn't entice you...you don't deserve to listen to hip hop. Go listen to some goddamn Soulja Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll see you in the feature,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-8357336102210783836?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/8357336102210783836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/goin-back-to-feature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/8357336102210783836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/8357336102210783836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/goin-back-to-feature.html' title='goin&apos; back to the feature..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjxB9g4QStI/AAAAAAAAAQY/plyjuJcJPlI/s72-c/20090619-wale1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-4141460525032821655</id><published>2009-06-17T16:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:33:36.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.O.T.G.A.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Talks and Clever Speech'/><title type='text'>i can wait..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I CAN WAIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I thought I could.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I kept telling myself. Then I realized it wasn't meant to be. It's like she was playing me, like an mp3 attached to a bunch of musical instruments. Twisting my head around. Making me think one thing, then as soon as I turned around something else would pass through this brain of mine. Then I told myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or at least I thought I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So I kept telling myself that I thought it was really meant to be. That patience was a virtue and it would pay off in the end of this wait that seemed to stretch on for eternity. But it hasn't paid off yet...Which makes me doubt how sound your arguments are. How "How it turns out is up to me". So I chose to put faith in those words and I told myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I thought I could.&lt;br /&gt;So I kept telling myself that time would tell me how it ought to be. So I laid off of other girls that I could have liked the same way as her. And I might have even gotten them to like me back. Which is more than I could have said about her. Because I'm not-so sure about what she thinks of me. And these not-so sure thoughts start to coincide with not-so sure beliefs and hope to create a new found not-so sure devotion. Then I remembered those times when I told myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I thought I could.&lt;br /&gt;So now I have no idea if it was even slightly meant to be. Personal experience tells me different than what I refuse to believe. Now I'm trying to decide if I should keep trying to convince myself that everything will turn out the way it's supposed to be. That all this waiting and praying for the right answer to float from her lips to my ears would mean that it would actually come true. Dreaming that countless daydreams of being with her would lead them into reality. So in time, my calendar began to run out. Then it became less and less frequent that I could tell myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I thought I could.&lt;br /&gt;Now there's this nagging feeling that it will be a disaster and she'll end up with some dude that's not even half of me. Some guy that won't treat her the same way I would have, or give her the same attention. Some guy that won't drop whatever he's doing to make sure she's always happy. Some guy that'll keep acting like a 5 year old jerk because he's afraid to actually tell her...or even show her how he feels. Some guy that will make sure that she keeps thinking that every guy is the same generic asshole that's not worth giving a shot. Some guy that's not programmed the same way that I am. Some guy that's not the exception to the rules. Some guy that's not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can go on forever with this list...but forever's seeming a bit too long for me as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;But I can wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I think I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ticking my thoughts away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-4141460525032821655?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/4141460525032821655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4141460525032821655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4141460525032821655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-wait.html' title='i can wait..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-4196027659711412541</id><published>2009-06-16T23:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:42:41.089-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The SuperEGO Chronicles'/><title type='text'>the definition..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So what is love really? Everyone has their own definition of what that certain feeling is and how it starts. Is it when you want to give that person everything? Is it when you get that tingly feeling inside your stomach every time you see them? Is it when you're willing to sacrifice whatever in order for them to be happy? Well...I went on my own intergalactic expedition in order to find out what I think of it. So without further ado, here is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Definition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the definition of love?&lt;br /&gt;This what I think it really is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is dipping your foot in the water&lt;br /&gt;Checking to see if it's the perfect temperature&lt;br /&gt;Then diving in headfirst like nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when a person born blind&lt;br /&gt;Teaches people who care to stop and listen&lt;br /&gt;About the time when he fell in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the thought of probability&lt;br /&gt;When it compounds with lost wishes&lt;br /&gt;To achieve what seemed to be an impossibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you are proven wrong&lt;br /&gt;And fate conspires to leave you thinking&lt;br /&gt;About a person while grasping for a forgotten song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you wrack your brain&lt;br /&gt;Searching for an explanation for a feeling&lt;br /&gt;That has you searching for truth in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is nothing&lt;br /&gt;And at the same time it's everything&lt;br /&gt;We just have to make sure we find it ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Not rely on what others think it is&lt;br /&gt;Or else we're confining ourselves to loving the same way everyone else does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dare to be different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-4196027659711412541?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/4196027659711412541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/definition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4196027659711412541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4196027659711412541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/definition.html' title='the definition..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-2199822649778263624</id><published>2009-06-15T18:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:47:19.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eargasmic Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>bullets of truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I dedicated a post to Sahtrye, it's only fair that I send on towards his WRC partner, and fellow member of Swim Team from Project Blowed:  DumbFounDead.&lt;br /&gt;I think he's hella dope. He comes at emcees with a laid back cadence that hides his quick wit and high level lyricism. And he never fails to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;From his WRC battles to his all-star performances on Grind Time, Dumb's definitely on a roll and worthy of note. Not to mention his mixtape "Fun With Dumb" just came out and is definitely worth listening to. It's goofy, and very entertaining right down to the last track (which just happens to be the audio from the only GT battle to have over 100,000 views, when DFD went against Tantrum in the only Asian vs Asian battle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the music video to his single "Bullets of Truth" of off the Fun With Dumb EP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MOikMweMjK0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MOikMweMjK0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And here's the Dumbfoundead vs Tantrum battle. The second video is OT since it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdTVJh-tYOE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdTVJh-tYOE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8FKVvIttDI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8FKVvIttDI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make sure you check out the rest of his battles. I assure you, most of them are bonafide classics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having fun with Dumb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-2199822649778263624?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/2199822649778263624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/bullets-of-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2199822649778263624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2199822649778263624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/bullets-of-truth.html' title='bullets of truth'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-5300616822315837183</id><published>2009-06-15T18:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:32:02.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keystyle Session'/><title type='text'>keystylizations..pt1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I'm crushing you whack guys. All your songs lie. You can't step to this ill marksman. I'll choke you with vines like I killed Tarzan. I'm the king of the jungle, and I'm ready to rumble. Every time y'all get the ball you fumble. You're the Orlando Magic. I'm the Lakers, face it. In the end you were too basic. You have no heart and no hope you dumb atheists. I'm blazing pricks with flaming sticks make of nicotine. Have you silly bitches scream while I infect your esophagus with Vaseline. Attain the dream I've held inside my cranium. I'm THAT guy. You ain't fazing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restart with the flow inside of my ribcage. I'm all heart, you're just spades. This rap game is Big 2. I'm holding cold flows stored in an igloo, stuck together with stick glue. You're weak fool. You can't measure up to me. I'm a metre stick, you're barely a ruler at 30 centimeters deep. You stalk children while they sleep. You pedophile geek. With your weak skin. I'll rip it apart like fat chicks on a diet while they're on a week's binge. You're hiding inside sheep's skin, alongside other weak men. Rotate and rotisserie you wannabe cats by the season while you're still breathing...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-5300616822315837183?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/5300616822315837183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/keystylizationspt1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5300616822315837183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5300616822315837183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/keystylizationspt1.html' title='keystylizations..pt1'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-3285082034843913876</id><published>2009-06-15T18:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:16:32.206-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>he's just not that into you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I watched the movie yesterday and I have to admit, I liked it a lot. It provides a lot of insight to people, especially me, since I'm a noob at the whole "girls" thing...and I'm hella awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about getting the book too. Or is that kind of gay? It's a female self-help book, so I think that's the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's got me thinking about giving it my own little twist.&lt;br /&gt;Since we've scrapped our short film to concentrate on the music video for "How I Met Your Mother", Egotistic Productions has been searching for a new story.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaning towards "She's Just Not That Into You". Everybody's seen the film or read the book which gives all the facts from the female perspective, so why not do our own showcasing what we go through. I'm pretty sure I have at least my own storyline down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or we could do that thriller/suspense idea at Lester's house..either one works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Slightly confuzzled in ending,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-3285082034843913876?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/3285082034843913876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/3285082034843913876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/3285082034843913876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='he&apos;s just not that into you'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-7477561367293230381</id><published>2009-06-15T13:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:54:39.092-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eargasmic Experiences'/><title type='text'>served..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CH (Charles Hamilton) just got served by rap battle veteran Marvwon over a Mr. Porter beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/614084425c7d55e6/"&gt;Listen to "Chucky" here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you don't know Marvwon, you should familiarize yourself with his battles through Youtube. He had a pretty epic, 3 battle semifinals against The Saurus and Illmaculate with his partner Quest Mcody during the 2007 World Rap Championships. They lost, but they did pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;And he got hit with an entire truckload of fat jokes, including one of my favorite punchlines of all time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Fuck you...and all of your phony punchlines. I hope this cunt dies.&lt;br /&gt;He named himself Marv-one to reassure himself that he was only one guy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just because I think everybody in that battle was dope, because it was pretty epic, and because I'm feeling nice, I'll post all 3 battles, just for your viewing pleasure. Watch all of them...battles 2 ad 3 are bad quality because the tapes were stolen from the other camera. SMH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/knW-Viqi6-Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/knW-Viqi6-Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pG_vmVQzzs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pG_vmVQzzs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BD2YNMYwAwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BD2YNMYwAwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-7477561367293230381?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/7477561367293230381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/served.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7477561367293230381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7477561367293230381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/served.html' title='served..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-3036011999627498618</id><published>2009-06-15T13:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:25:23.991-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.G.s'/><title type='text'>seo you jin 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As of late, I've been sandwiching posts that actually matter in between C.A.G. posts. Why? Well, it distracts most people from reading it unless they actually care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seeing as the last post was for a song that I find pretty damn personal, I'm serving up another Cute Asian Girl post. If you don't like it, read between the lines or GTFO.&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking, you already posted her, the first time! But honestly...it's Seo You Jin. I'm going to end up with more than just a few posts about her. C'mon, look at her! She's so cute. Anyways, here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seo You Jin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaCRSRrtzI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7yj64AuRaBo/s1600-h/locutis-seo-you-jin-black-and-white-clothing-with-glasses-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaCRSRrtzI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7yj64AuRaBo/s400/locutis-seo-you-jin-black-and-white-clothing-with-glasses-17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347604841024436018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaCRFVG-VI/AAAAAAAAAPA/P4YT9sHVKsk/s1600-h/Locutis-Seo+You+Jin+Luna+Online+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaCRFVG-VI/AAAAAAAAAPA/P4YT9sHVKsk/s400/Locutis-Seo+You+Jin+Luna+Online+146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347604837549144402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaCQ_zH4iI/AAAAAAAAAO4/R1YptqMF2oQ/s1600-h/Locutis-Seo+You+Jin+Luna+Online+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaCQ_zH4iI/AAAAAAAAAO4/R1YptqMF2oQ/s400/Locutis-Seo+You+Jin+Luna+Online+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347604836064420386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaCQh06xaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/qd_q0gX3yL8/s1600-h/20090517syj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaCQh06xaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/qd_q0gX3yL8/s400/20090517syj2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347604828018886050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaCQRx3bPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ar-u-Ve-_QI/s1600-h/20090517syj1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaCQRx3bPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ar-u-Ve-_QI/s400/20090517syj1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347604823711116530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaDGCvSnAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/nCSCLJZ8m6U/s1600-h/seo-you-jin-gms-47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaDGCvSnAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/nCSCLJZ8m6U/s400/seo-you-jin-gms-47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347605747386719234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaDF5EhseI/AAAAAAAAAPo/01KGIy634g4/s1600-h/seo-you-jin-gms-44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaDF5EhseI/AAAAAAAAAPo/01KGIy634g4/s400/seo-you-jin-gms-44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347605744791433698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaDF96kkjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/N7EBb6T624w/s1600-h/seo-you-jin-gms-39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaDF96kkjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/N7EBb6T624w/s400/seo-you-jin-gms-39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347605746091856434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaDFU2r6DI/AAAAAAAAAPY/bkx2zOJXn6k/s1600-h/seo-you-jin-sms-09-cat-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaDFU2r6DI/AAAAAAAAAPY/bkx2zOJXn6k/s400/seo-you-jin-sms-09-cat-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347605735069706290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaDFBTlXvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tGOeQl1mvtE/s1600-h/dsc623925b8sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaDFBTlXvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tGOeQl1mvtE/s400/dsc623925b8sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347605729822203634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-3036011999627498618?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/3036011999627498618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/seo-you-jin-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/3036011999627498618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/3036011999627498618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/seo-you-jin-2.html' title='seo you jin 2'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjaCRSRrtzI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7yj64AuRaBo/s72-c/locutis-seo-you-jin-black-and-white-clothing-with-glasses-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-6195937035511208920</id><published>2009-06-14T23:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:29:05.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.O.T.G.A.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The I-Self'/><title type='text'>ghost..</title><content type='html'>After we doing the new version of "How I Met Your Mother" with Aude Sepere, I felt like doing a short little version on my own with a re-written chorus I've had in storage. Since we took out the auto tune in that version, I went with the AO on this one, no matter how much I personally find it useless and annoying. I know, I've used it twice as of now, but the songs required me to. And I'm leaning towards not utting either of them on the mixtape since it clashes with my beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the song. I needed to vent a little, so I wrote the verse in approximately 10 minutes. It's pretty basic, but hella personal. So I think it works. Anyways, here it is. And yeah, I know the title's funny, but I just expanded on the "How I Met Your Mother" title to fit the ocassion. And I just took it from the intro I thought of at the last minute.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just click on the title, as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/613746015ca102f1/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I Think Of Someone That Could Have Potentially Been Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Could’ve been your everything&lt;br /&gt;Give you all you ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;We can do it real big.&lt;br /&gt;Than anyone has ever done it.&lt;br /&gt;You be up on everything.&lt;br /&gt;Other hoes ain't never on it.&lt;br /&gt;Could’ve been forever, i swear i can spend whatever on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hold it down ~ every time you hit me up.&lt;br /&gt;When i get right i promise that we gon live it up.&lt;br /&gt;She make me beg for it till she give it up.&lt;br /&gt;Still I say the same thing every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I’m the fucking best.&lt;br /&gt;I’m the fucking best.&lt;br /&gt;I’m the fucking best.&lt;br /&gt;I’m the fucking best.&lt;br /&gt;I’m the best you could’ve had.&lt;br /&gt;Best you could’ve had.&lt;br /&gt;Best you could’ve had.&lt;br /&gt;Best you could’ve had.&lt;br /&gt;I say I’m the fucking.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best you could have had, more than number one status&lt;br /&gt;More than seven levels up above from these faggots&lt;br /&gt;You dating, went from a half retard to the geek squad?&lt;br /&gt;Then you keep me waiting way inside the deep dark  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me? No one here’s a good as me&lt;br /&gt;Or even just a fraction, still this bitch isn’t feeling me?&lt;br /&gt;You’re blind to the fact that I’ve been here from the start&lt;br /&gt;But you put me to the test, now is that even smart?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s time you’ve been deleted from my hard drive&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of playing games, and these damn lies&lt;br /&gt;You can find another guy, and I’ll find a better girl&lt;br /&gt;But you’ll never find another just as awesome in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as me, I’m one of a kind, and the kind that’s gone rare&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care…&lt;br /&gt;If your answer would be yes&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the time that you’ve wasted…&lt;br /&gt;I’m the best you could have had, bitch just face it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could’ve been your everything&lt;br /&gt;Give you all you ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;We can do it real big.&lt;br /&gt;Than anyone has ever done it.&lt;br /&gt;You be up on everything.&lt;br /&gt;Other hoes ain't never on it.&lt;br /&gt;Could’ve been forever, i swear i can spend whatever on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hold it down ~ every time you hit me up.&lt;br /&gt;When i get right i promise that we gon live it up.&lt;br /&gt;She make me beg for it till she give it up.&lt;br /&gt;Still I say the same thing every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I’m the fucking best.&lt;br /&gt;I’m the fucking best.&lt;br /&gt;I’m the fucking best.&lt;br /&gt;I’m the fucking best.&lt;br /&gt;I’m the best you could’ve had.&lt;br /&gt;Best you could’ve had.&lt;br /&gt;Best you could’ve had.&lt;br /&gt;Best you could’ve had.&lt;br /&gt;I say I’m the fucking (best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I feel a lot better...goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-6195937035511208920?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/6195937035511208920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6195937035511208920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/6195937035511208920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/ghost.html' title='ghost..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-5536265943175134241</id><published>2009-06-14T19:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:51:45.719-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.G.s'/><title type='text'>hyori lee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, I know I said I'd do Park Hyun Sun next, but it's Hyori Lee! You know I couldn't make a list of hot Asian girls without putting Hyori Lee in it. Even if she has a face that won't last a decade or two like MJ's, she's hot now. So here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hyori Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWL9aMJeuI/AAAAAAAAANo/o7Txz5vuVTs/s1600-h/3114138033_c07679a960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWL9aMJeuI/AAAAAAAAANo/o7Txz5vuVTs/s400/3114138033_c07679a960.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347334019690887906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWL9ARvL8I/AAAAAAAAANg/TB5fFMZZLQI/s1600-h/20080127_Hyori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWL9ARvL8I/AAAAAAAAANg/TB5fFMZZLQI/s400/20080127_Hyori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347334012735008706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWL9K_W0TI/AAAAAAAAANY/IzRvR2WnxSY/s1600-h/1815150498_abb0cf5463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWL9K_W0TI/AAAAAAAAANY/IzRvR2WnxSY/s400/1815150498_abb0cf5463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347334015610704178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWL86OV8YI/AAAAAAAAANQ/F0br3fTBtXg/s1600-h/3079493266_81dcf1b5d9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWL86OV8YI/AAAAAAAAANQ/F0br3fTBtXg/s400/3079493266_81dcf1b5d9_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347334011110158722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWL88szKVI/AAAAAAAAANI/2Ny92iZEV9Q/s1600-h/hyo10zu6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWL88szKVI/AAAAAAAAANI/2Ny92iZEV9Q/s400/hyo10zu6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347334011774773586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWMYZzm3XI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FpmowQv5Wt0/s1600-h/hyori-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWMYZzm3XI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FpmowQv5Wt0/s400/hyori-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347334483444424050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWMYFjWElI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6rTNyim2euU/s1600-h/4a062877pe2vl9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWMYFjWElI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6rTNyim2euU/s400/4a062877pe2vl9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347334478007505490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWMX2tK1UI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HN7SwP-hQE8/s1600-h/lee-hyori1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWMX2tK1UI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HN7SwP-hQE8/s400/lee-hyori1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347334474022180162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWMXzqxKaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cJwM0gYOb_c/s1600-h/itshyorish031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWMXzqxKaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cJwM0gYOb_c/s400/itshyorish031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347334473206802850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWMXt8yTCI/AAAAAAAAANw/nPCFIpuFhC0/s1600-h/img_3_1166_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWMXt8yTCI/AAAAAAAAANw/nPCFIpuFhC0/s400/img_3_1166_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347334471671761954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWMrW4H68I/AAAAAAAAAOg/dKUMtCSCPDY/s1600-h/87v75102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWMrW4H68I/AAAAAAAAAOg/dKUMtCSCPDY/s400/87v75102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347334809075575746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWMrHL6bpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/H9PYan3njXY/s1600-h/3188844555_2e3ebe8b0d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWMrHL6bpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/H9PYan3njXY/s400/3188844555_2e3ebe8b0d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347334804863610514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, I know. It's more pictures than I normally put. But I had a lot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who should be next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-5536265943175134241?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/5536265943175134241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/hyori-lee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5536265943175134241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5536265943175134241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/hyori-lee.html' title='hyori lee!'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjWL9aMJeuI/AAAAAAAAANo/o7Txz5vuVTs/s72-c/3114138033_c07679a960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-667486728156765809</id><published>2009-06-14T18:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:41:53.728-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The I-Self'/><title type='text'>hope..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not giving up hope. I'm just giving up on you.&lt;br /&gt;That's all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The story goes on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-667486728156765809?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/667486728156765809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/667486728156765809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/667486728156765809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/hope.html' title='hope..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-627984354493783485</id><published>2009-06-14T13:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:31:10.009-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words To Note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eargasmic Experiences'/><title type='text'>f-u-c-k a j-o-b</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever had a wandering thought like this:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm giving up my 9-5, it's time to grind, and try to find, the real purpose for this life of mine."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's something most of us have thought of doing. We all wish we could say "Fuck having a job!" and do what we want and make our own way through it, like what Sahtyre does through his music.&lt;br /&gt;But the difference is, we're not as good as him at rapping, or we're not willing to take the risk at doing what WE're good at. But if you're still having those thoughts, here's music to go along with your wishful thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eL9bJXc76nU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eL9bJXc76nU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm too unorthodox to break my neck for your paycheques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do my best to collect mine when I exit stage left."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And here's a bonus for y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sahtrye's acapella verse from the Fresh Coast DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTqwI7uorQg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTqwI7uorQg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay satirical,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-627984354493783485?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/627984354493783485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/f-u-c-k-j-o-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/627984354493783485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/627984354493783485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/f-u-c-k-j-o-b.html' title='f-u-c-k a j-o-b'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-7337982377991670174</id><published>2009-06-13T22:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:42:26.194-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.G.s'/><title type='text'>Hwang Mi Hee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's part three. Oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hwang Mi Hee&lt;/span&gt; ftw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRgjRBx1aI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Wil6568LAJI/s1600-h/Hwang+Mi+Hee+Odd+Pack+2_334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRgjRBx1aI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Wil6568LAJI/s400/Hwang+Mi+Hee+Odd+Pack+2_334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347004816578172322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRgjKSz5II/AAAAAAAAAMY/Kz3Tcf4yEw0/s1600-h/Hwang+Mi+Hee+Odd+Pack+2_161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRgjKSz5II/AAAAAAAAAMY/Kz3Tcf4yEw0/s400/Hwang+Mi+Hee+Odd+Pack+2_161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347004814770562178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRgjEjuz1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YEfvym7NEvs/s1600-h/Hwang+Mi+Hee+Odd+Pack+2_414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRgjEjuz1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YEfvym7NEvs/s400/Hwang+Mi+Hee+Odd+Pack+2_414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347004813230919506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRgi_riRMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Kk-HHENQ9CA/s1600-h/1214153072862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRgi_riRMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Kk-HHENQ9CA/s400/1214153072862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347004811921474754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRgi8rwvLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/024sKh1ctbA/s1600-h/06-hwang-mi-hee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRgi8rwvLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/024sKh1ctbA/s400/06-hwang-mi-hee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347004811117116594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRikcDAdaI/AAAAAAAAANA/6RL8i_0fOcQ/s1600-h/Hwang+Mi+Hee+Odd+Pack+2_466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRikcDAdaI/AAAAAAAAANA/6RL8i_0fOcQ/s400/Hwang+Mi+Hee+Odd+Pack+2_466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347007035739239842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRikHBVCXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xD4KUTag-Pw/s1600-h/f616a242d9f10b66cb0b48fb22ef8e69.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRikHBVCXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xD4KUTag-Pw/s400/f616a242d9f10b66cb0b48fb22ef8e69.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347007030095055218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRij0Dbf7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/O1gHovZYSTk/s1600-h/Hwang+Mi+Hee+Odd+Pack+2_133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRij0Dbf7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/O1gHovZYSTk/s400/Hwang+Mi+Hee+Odd+Pack+2_133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347007025003593650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRijoo4sHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xPyFhmMdZAM/s1600-h/img_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRijoo4sHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xPyFhmMdZAM/s400/img_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347007021939470450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Done for now. The next one's probably going to be Park Hyun Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drooling yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-7337982377991670174?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/7337982377991670174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/hwang-mi-hee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7337982377991670174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7337982377991670174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/hwang-mi-hee.html' title='Hwang Mi Hee'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRgjRBx1aI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Wil6568LAJI/s72-c/Hwang+Mi+Hee+Odd+Pack+2_334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-8800317330887304156</id><published>2009-06-13T22:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:24:11.694-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The I-Self'/><title type='text'>tired..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of trying for shit that doesn't seem to be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;It's time that I took a step back and surveyed the landscape, trying to repaint the scene.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm putting the wrong shapes and colors in all the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not even worth drawing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm ghost. I'll see you never,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-8800317330887304156?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/8800317330887304156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/8800317330887304156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/8800317330887304156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired.html' title='tired..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-3989596531851845054</id><published>2009-06-13T21:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:16:49.768-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.G.s'/><title type='text'>just because..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's only been one post in the C.A.G. section. And I find that just wrong. I mean, it's supposed to be when I talk about C.A.G.'s! And I've only done it once. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the first installment...or second of the C.A.G. subject, here's my favorite. I've been beasting on her for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seo You Jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjROW-Jx3RI/AAAAAAAAALA/-gfHCUu2i5I/s1600-h/seo-you-jin-gms-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjROW-Jx3RI/AAAAAAAAALA/-gfHCUu2i5I/s400/seo-you-jin-gms-26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346984814143724818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjROXss16vI/AAAAAAAAALg/NnWU-jiYVCc/s1600-h/seo-you-jin-kts-liqui-moly-33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjROXss16vI/AAAAAAAAALg/NnWU-jiYVCc/s400/seo-you-jin-kts-liqui-moly-33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346984826638822130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjROW3SlEaI/AAAAAAAAALI/POSVaacaiUY/s1600-h/seo-you-jin-fighter-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjROW3SlEaI/AAAAAAAAALI/POSVaacaiUY/s400/seo-you-jin-fighter-23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346984812301586850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjROXd4kS-I/AAAAAAAAALY/ZAXnDCQx66o/s1600-h/vu5p6386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjROXd4kS-I/AAAAAAAAALY/ZAXnDCQx66o/s400/vu5p6386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346984822661467106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjROXF6wJjI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9fkdiOk-wTk/s1600-h/vu5p6497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjROXF6wJjI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9fkdiOk-wTk/s400/vu5p6497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346984816228181554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRPNIcmmqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XsAZTuo7WfE/s1600-h/seo-you-jin-gms-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRPNIcmmqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XsAZTuo7WfE/s400/seo-you-jin-gms-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346985744619969186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRPMqkC1EI/AAAAAAAAALw/2y7TZgaG4sM/s1600-h/seo-you-jin-gms-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRPMqkC1EI/AAAAAAAAALw/2y7TZgaG4sM/s400/seo-you-jin-gms-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346985736598115394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRPMZ7pc6I/AAAAAAAAALo/EKNOw05EtNY/s1600-h/seo-you-jin-gms-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjRPMZ7pc6I/AAAAAAAAALo/EKNOw05EtNY/s400/seo-you-jin-gms-29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346985732133712802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah...I think that's good enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get a mop for the drool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-3989596531851845054?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/3989596531851845054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/3989596531851845054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/3989596531851845054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-because.html' title='just because..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/SjROW-Jx3RI/AAAAAAAAALA/-gfHCUu2i5I/s72-c/seo-you-jin-gms-26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-7482535446901924355</id><published>2009-06-12T23:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:08:07.531-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>here we go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn straight.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you meet that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The seriousness of your love: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The right job for you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you view success: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you most afraid of: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is your true self: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give it a shot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. You can find it &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. If you haven't yet, go vote in the poll on the side. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-7482535446901924355?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/7482535446901924355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-we-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7482535446901924355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7482535446901924355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-we-go.html' title='here we go.'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-2259205257094038687</id><published>2009-06-11T19:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:29:29.642-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>tryna figure out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So...since I don't really have anything to update y'all on since I'm so busy with my projects that should be finished before I tell you anymore about them...I just wanted to try and figure something out. And that is..how many people read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm hoping more than two people pay attention to all the stuff I've spent so much time and emotions writing. I mean, this shit's personal! Well, not really. But I just want to know if anybody's having a better day, or found something they liked, or found something they could relate to while reading my thoughts, my works and my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do me a favour and fill out the survey on the side will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't let the bastards keep you down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-2259205257094038687?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/2259205257094038687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/tryna-figure-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2259205257094038687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2259205257094038687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/tryna-figure-out.html' title='tryna figure out'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-4759184390466055639</id><published>2009-06-06T20:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:27:53.164-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words To Note'/><title type='text'>the one..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"And she's someone I would work with. That's what I can tell from what she's showing on the surface. I'm not saying I'm requesting anyone that's perfect. But I just need a woman that'll make it all worth it." -Drake&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drake is really starting to grow on me. I played So Far Gone in its entirety a couple of times, but I was never really feeling it. I might give it another shot tonight while I'm working on the script to a film which, ironically enough, was inspired by a remix I did of a Drake track. Oddish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me well enough, then that quote up there should make perfect sense, and be a good explanation of why my standards are so high. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-4759184390466055639?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/4759184390466055639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4759184390466055639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4759184390466055639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/one.html' title='the one..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-809721014597508066</id><published>2009-06-06T01:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:29:23.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The SuperEGO Chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.O.T.G.A.'/><title type='text'>think about it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100% GUARANTEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They say patience is a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;And I say I'd rather die before I hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;Which I won't. And neither could you.&lt;br /&gt;You have to know that by now, I'm bulletproof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Clark Kent is all asshole antics.&lt;br /&gt;And the Superman side of me is a hopeless romantic.&lt;br /&gt;But you can have 100% of me, completely.&lt;br /&gt;Without reserve if you take the chance to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a leap and let me prove you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a symbol of persistence. I livestrong&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, I'm still thinking of you for a reason&lt;br /&gt;How odd is this that years later I'm still catching feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have no idea how this is all going to turn out&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and think about it, so I can unlearn doubt&lt;br /&gt;Leading me on? You have no idea what you're getting involved in.&lt;br /&gt;Say yes and I guarantee that it's going to be totally awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go ahead and think about it&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-809721014597508066?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/809721014597508066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/think-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/809721014597508066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/809721014597508066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/think-about-it.html' title='think about it..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-357695622864054659</id><published>2009-06-05T20:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:13:11.193-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words To Note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>things are looking up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I have no idea what the things are, and the reason they're looking up...or what they're looking up at. But that is the case.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much done school for this year. At least until summer school kicks off. (Which reminds me, I have to find out when sign ups are being held.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get at least a week off until then, where I can finally concentrate on these damn side projects without anything in the back of my mind just irking the hell of out of me. No more feeling in the back of my skull that tells me I'm an idiot for working on the script or my short story when I should be doing units. No more sub-subconscious thoughts telling me that what I'm working on is practically useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But let me tell you this. This project is going to be something. It will lead me on the path to my own self-improvement where I will become somebody. And if it isn't this project, then it'll be the next one. Then if not that, the next one. I'm not giving up. I'm determined to make something out of myself that can capture the imagination of others and make them want to be just like that. I want to become an inspiration to others by doing what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. Not doing what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to. I want to be looked at in a whole other light from everybody else. I want to show everybody what I am capable of. I want to send a message that relates to every single human being in the world, regardless if they know it or not. I want to reach out to every single person out there and whether it's giving them a song to chill to, a film to enjoy, a story to read to take their mind off of something, or a combination of any of that. Never will I be "that dude that writes poetry well", or "that dude who wrote the awesome story", or even "the dude that raps and shit". Don't label me. I am not just "that" dude. I am not a kid. I am not a man. I am not of this planet. I'm just Marcus. Nothing less. And a whole lot more. But that's where it all starts from.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pay attention from here on out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-357695622864054659?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/357695622864054659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-are-looking-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/357695622864054659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/357695622864054659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-are-looking-up.html' title='things are looking up..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-250550190636691343</id><published>2009-06-04T18:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:23:37.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Way and Off The Wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The I-Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>boy was i emo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night looked pretty bad. I find it stupid that I got that depressed over something as trivial as that. But nonetheless it happened, and I can't deny that it did. Yeah, I guess you're right and I could just delete the previous post and pretend it never happened...but it did. And it made me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's little things like that experience that keep me going. It's periods like that where I know that I'm still human. It's gaps of decreased awesomeness like last night, where I know that I'm not just a being composed solely of pure awesomeness that has congealed to form the basis of awesome known as me. Okay well, not really. Or not at all...&lt;br /&gt;But it's definitely a learning experience. And that's how we grow as people. I guess I have to thank her again. And this time, not sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a way more positive note, there seems to be a new single on the horizon. And I'm thinking about not actually letting anyone hear this one, until I finish the rest of the mixtape. I mean, I need to keep a couple things secret, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Hmmm... Last day of the school year for me tomorrow! It's finally time for me to get on those side projects I've been procrastinating on. But my last math units will have to wait until later tonight, because I definitely can't miss the start of the NBA Finals. Magic vs Lakers. And you all know I'm rooting for Dwight Howard. Bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I'm on the thread of updating you all, follow me on Twitter. Or at least check the sidebar here everyday. Because I tend to update that with the little things, when I'm not posting long ass rants like this on here. It's just a lot more convenient. AND you get to read the conversations I have with myself. Which is pretty entertaining actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that's enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-250550190636691343?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/250550190636691343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/boy-was-i-emo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/250550190636691343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/250550190636691343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/boy-was-i-emo.html' title='boy was i emo..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-2760388999815741614</id><published>2009-06-04T00:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:29:39.350-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.O.T.G.A.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The I-Self'/><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would rather be on the receiving end of an ass whooping than deal with matters of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;I think that this is God's way of reigning karma down upon me.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I'm not a firm believer in karma or in anything that states there is some unexplainable omnipotent force that sends what we do right back at us. But at this rate, I think it's a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found the kink in my armor and is intent on utilizing it to tear me apart and fuck me over until I turn into a better person. But that'll never happen.&lt;br /&gt;Because thanks to her, I have found the proof that being an asshole is better. Be it bullshit or not, I will gladly take it as a sign that nice guys don't win. At least not at this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love". It's my kryptonite. I can't deal with it. I don't know what to do when something that resembles affections shows up, I'm paralyzed. I don't know what to do. I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart. What a fragile thing it is. I don't understand why we need it..&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being so emo, but I can honestly say that I'm not fully there yet. I'm too awesome to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; sad. But I'm getting there. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you just LOVE this shit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-2760388999815741614?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/2760388999815741614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2760388999815741614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2760388999815741614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/06/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-5650632810148386021</id><published>2009-05-31T22:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:26:15.523-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>if you haven't noticed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've started talking to myself on Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to be updated on the little things I go through or do everyday, go follow me on here and on Twitter as well. Then maybe add me on Facebook, Youtube and wherever else you happen to find me. That way, you can stalk me all you want, in every single way.&lt;br /&gt;Every way you can reach me in is the sidebar. Just scroll down. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find it a motivational tool if I have myself reinforcing things that I have to do. It helps put things in perspective. Otherwise, I'm all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Mary Ward gave me A.D.D. Or at least made it a hella lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;I can't concentrate. And my inspiration is non-existent. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a final note, the last guy in the IRA is a G. He killed the last 3 members of the Taliban by himself. Deadliest Warrior FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Racking my brain so much it's starting to hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-5650632810148386021?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/5650632810148386021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-havent-noticed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5650632810148386021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5650632810148386021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-havent-noticed.html' title='if you haven&apos;t noticed..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-8669448052760265029</id><published>2009-05-30T16:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:10:38.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>important..kind of</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go listen download and listen to my newest single "He's Just Not Into You"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I added something to it so that my verses fit the rest of the song better.&lt;br /&gt;I think it sounds a lot better, and you'd be hurting yourself if you don't take the time to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of...but listen to it. NAO! kthnxbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Robots kick ass when they sing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-8669448052760265029?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/8669448052760265029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/importantkind-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/8669448052760265029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/8669448052760265029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/importantkind-of.html' title='important..kind of'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-2043464280233581855</id><published>2009-05-29T04:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:23:13.273-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egotistic Productions'/><title type='text'>three things..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just thought I'd say a couple of things before I turn in for the night...or morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Happy fucking Birthday Karl Nicholas. You're 17 nigs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. That's a pretty nice banner isn't it? Oh yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't you like this red text? I had to change it to fit the banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Read the previous post. Now listen to the song. Then go te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ll your friends about how awesome it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. June 6 is going to be so awesome. Battle of the Bay 4!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Here's the logo for Egotistic Productions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/Sh-Xrj0-OLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zkfgN_mG5q8/s1600-h/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/Sh-Xrj0-OLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zkfgN_mG5q8/s400/logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341154457692289202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm outty 5000,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-2043464280233581855?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/2043464280233581855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2043464280233581855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2043464280233581855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-things.html' title='three things..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/Sh-Xrj0-OLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zkfgN_mG5q8/s72-c/logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-2424521966289278185</id><published>2009-05-28T20:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:10:12.062-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Channel Surfing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth'/><title type='text'>oh-em-gee..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's up my devout reader. Yes I'm talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;The event you've been waiting for for the last 2 seconds is here.&lt;br /&gt;Why two seconds? Because you probably didn't know about it until I mentioned it in the last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;Or you might have remembered, but just didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case, I curse you with the worst thing possible..&lt;br /&gt;ask yourself what your greatest fear is. And my curse is that...but a lot of it. Oh yeah. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways it's here, the newest single off of my upcoming mixtape.&lt;br /&gt;Though it looks like it will never be completed, since I've hardly written any songs of late.&lt;br /&gt;I've been too busy with scripts, screenplays and short stories..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as long as it's finally here right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I proudly present to you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He's Just Not That Into You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this one isn't really all that personal. But it's a bit of what I wish I could be.&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting so long for a girl that fits every description I've ever been able to devise of the perfect girl. A girl that's worth waiting for, and a girl that is worth being my first. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aww if you want&lt;/span&gt;) But the thing is, I've grown to doubt she even exists, so I need to learn to relax a bit. Which is my reason for choosing to do this song. Not to mention that it's pretty damn catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado, here it is. I had the pleasure of working with the one and only, R'nB veteran himself, R. Kelly on this track, seeing as we have something in common. And that's making good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the drill, click on the link and it'll take you to zShare and you can download it there.&lt;br /&gt;And as always, the lyrics are at the bottom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And tell your damn friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;click that v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/607307604da56a51/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x R. Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gon’ sip some of that, taste some of this&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby girl what’s your favorite dish&lt;br /&gt;Take a little stroll, downtown or the park&lt;br /&gt;Listen real close, this my favorite part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verse1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of looking for the one, so what’s wrong with some fun&lt;br /&gt;To break free from the single life monotony&lt;br /&gt;You should come and talk to me, and maybe we can hit it off&lt;br /&gt;Have a conversation on a topic that’s unusual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything from unicorns and pandas, to new sci-fi movies&lt;br /&gt;Something more meaningful than groupies&lt;br /&gt;We could have a fling, or even a relationship&lt;br /&gt;Thinking quick, bite my lower lip, tryna come up with some smooth shit&lt;br /&gt;That you would be cool with, acting like I’m Cool Whip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best believe I’m damn sweet ~ you can have a taste&lt;br /&gt;From your toes to your face, from your lips to your waist&lt;br /&gt;I think you’re worth the wait ‘cos I’ve waited so long just to take you on a date&lt;br /&gt;But wait…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verse2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a one night thing, maybe two maybe three&lt;br /&gt;If it’s love lockdown, I’m the key. Baby please&lt;br /&gt;All the other guys? They were just condiments&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s time for me, you should take that as a compliment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the kind of guy that’s easily impressed&lt;br /&gt;By a pair of nice legs, and a nice firm chest, but I digress&lt;br /&gt;This is ‘bout us, making love not lust&lt;br /&gt;But the chances we’ll do both is robust, baby trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On my grizzly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-2424521966289278185?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/2424521966289278185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/eh-em-gee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2424521966289278185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2424521966289278185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/eh-em-gee.html' title='oh-em-gee..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-498967681066130320</id><published>2009-05-23T16:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T16:18:25.938-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Time'/><title type='text'>the story about everything: volume two (the prologue)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“So are you finally going to do it today?”&lt;br /&gt;“Do what?”&lt;br /&gt;“What else? Ask out Grace, fool.”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not the right time yet…”&lt;br /&gt;“When is the right time then?”&lt;br /&gt;“It’ll come dude. Don’t worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joesar just looks at me and shakes his head. He could never understand how I thought. While he took relationships at rocket speed, I tended to subtly sneak into it with the agility of an overage tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s been more than two years bro. I think it’s about time I worried.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count on my best friend to stick it to me. I could go to him whenever I needed advice, but every now and then, he’d find a way to make a wise crack like that.&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of people knew about my feelings for Grace. But my best friends knew, of course. And I’m pretty sure that her friends were aware of that certain secret that I’d been holding in for a while. One of them had even gone as far as to ask me if I liked her, no beating around the bush or anything. Talk about a useless secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re a dick. Plus, I just got out of a relationship.”&lt;br /&gt;“That was months ago!”&lt;br /&gt;“She was my first…”&lt;br /&gt;“I guess you’re right. But can’t you forget about Cathy for a few minutes?”&lt;br /&gt;“Can you forget about Patricia for a few minutes?”&lt;br /&gt;“Already did. I’m going out with her friend, Danielle, now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you he went through them fast. I guess it’s not like a rocket, as much as it is light speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What happened? I actually liked her.”&lt;br /&gt;“Danielle?”&lt;br /&gt;“No, Patricia.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh. She was too clingy.”&lt;br /&gt;“And how’s that bad?”&lt;br /&gt;“She reminded me too much of you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. He got me again. I told you he liked to get in those jokes every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m just saying…you’ve been single for months. And you’ve liked Grace for years.”&lt;br /&gt;“Truth.”&lt;br /&gt;“I swear you liked her even when you were still with Cathy.”&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe. Okay, just a little.”&lt;br /&gt;“So what’s stopping you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing…everything.”&lt;br /&gt;“Nice answer.”&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks.”&lt;br /&gt;“But seriously…what is it?”&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t have enough time to listen to all of it.”&lt;br /&gt;“Give me a rundown then.”&lt;br /&gt;“Fine. Her, her parents, her friends, her mixed signals, her parents, and her boyfriend. Did I mention her parents?”&lt;br /&gt;“Her boyfriend’s not a problem. They broke up before you and Cathy did.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just hear what I thought I did? She never stopped talking about him…and I saw them everywhere together. And all of a sudden they’re not together anymore? It’s kind of odd that I was waiting for her, and that I ended up with someone else as soon as she got into a relationship. Then Cathy and I lasted longer than Grace and her boyfriend did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never told you about why Cathy and I broke up, did I? So let me take the time to tell you how it all went down. Everything was going perfectly, we were infloveuated. But just a few weeks before our first anniversary, it all started going downhill.&lt;br /&gt;Second semester had just ended, and report cards had gone home. As usual, I’d made due with my usual average in the seventies. Cathy, on the other hand, was a few tiers above me in terms of academics. Her parents pushed her to do her best in everything, from the usual classes, to piano and violin lessons, to her extra curricular sports. And they only allowed her to date as long as her average held up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the ninth grade, she had constantly achieved marks in the nineties, something I could never motivate myself to work hard enough for. But this time, it wouldn’t turn out like that.&lt;br /&gt;She was close to failing English, which definitely struck me as odd since she was always reading a novel or two. It turns out I was rubbing off on her, and she was blowing off her work to spend time with me. I thought it always worked in the opposite way, since I’d been working a lot harder since we’d gotten together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with her doing so badly in school, even if it was just one course, her parents thought it was time to put her on lockdown again. And so our relationship went out the window. I wished that she would disobey her parents and somehow find a way to keep seeing me, but I knew there wasn’t a chance that that was going to happen. And that was one of the things I loved about her.&lt;br /&gt;She was the type of girl that was getting harder and harder to find. She was the type of girl that listened to her parents. She was the type of girl that went to church every Sunday. And she was the only girl that would be my first.&lt;br /&gt;We broke up two weeks after that. As soon as she told me how mad her parents were, we both knew what was going to happen with us. So our great relationship swirled down the drain, thanks to her parents. I owe you one Mr. and Mrs. Chiharu, I really do. I didn’t know it then, but that disastrous turn of events would lead to something I’d been waiting on for what seemed like a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking myself from sour thoughts of my recent relationship, I returned to our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Any idea why they split?”&lt;br /&gt;“Nope. Maybe it’s a sign.”&lt;br /&gt;“A sign? Of what?”&lt;br /&gt;“It could be a sign that you guys can’t last with other people because you’re meant to be with each other? I don’t know.”&lt;br /&gt;“You notice you can make up some serious bullshit whenever you want to?”&lt;br /&gt;“Hey. It comes in useful.”&lt;br /&gt;“I can tell.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both start to chuckle, but mine is cut short as I see Grace leaving the closest classroom with a few of her friends. She sees me and Joesar standing there and she flashes me a smile. Her friends wave and they all start walking in the direction of the math resource area.&lt;br /&gt;As I watch her walk away, Joesar walks up next to me and smirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what’s stopping you again?”&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up. You don’t know how much I like her.”&lt;br /&gt;“Trust me, I probably do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was that I was under the impression he actually did. I always talked to him when it concerned her, and he’d seen all the poems I’d written about her. Hell, he’d even heard the song I sent to her on Valentine’s Day the year before, telling her everything I felt after liking her for a year. It didn’t get quite the response that I was hoping for, seeing as I’d gone through so many versions of it until I’d gotten everything down perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;And her reply? She said that it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her. But honestly, even a total stranger could have told me that since there aren’t a lot of people who would think about doing what I did. And she told me that she wasn’t ready for a relationship at the time, nor was she looking for one. So I had my heart crushed for the first time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn’t help but wait for her to change her mind. So as often as I talked to her afterwards, I kept dropping not-so subtle hints about how she should go out with me. And of course, her answer never changed no matter how many times I tried. I think she rejected me at least thirty times. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;But later, rather than sooner, I told myself to move on. It took months before I could even tell myself to even think about having a relationship with any other girl. And it took even longer before Cathy and I had gotten together. All of which is probably the main reason I’m so cautious in trying to go for Grace again. That kind of experience tends to leave a person with scars that won’t heal too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;And how was I to know what she felt in return. All she basically said was that it was the wrong time, not that she felt the same way but it just couldn’t happen then. Every time I thought about it, I’d get a little more confused. Did she like me back, or was I waiting for something that wasn’t going to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But that doesn’t mean she likes me back…who knows if she was just bullshitting all that ‘I’m not ready for a relationship’ crap? Maybe she just didn’t like me in that way.”&lt;br /&gt;“I think she does.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, really now? Enlighten me.”&lt;br /&gt;“I can just feel it.”&lt;br /&gt;“Like I’m supposed to believe that. You told me the same thing about asking her out the first time. And look how that turned out.”&lt;br /&gt;“But I’m serious this time. Note serious face.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he made this really serious face, I couldn’t help but laugh. Neither of us were ever serious, so when one of us looked the part, we’d either be pretty intimidated or just point and laugh. This was one of those times when you just had to point and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;When I had controlled my laughter again, I replied with as much awe as I could muster up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No way.”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, maybe not that serious. But it’s pretty close.”&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, alright…wait.”&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;“So if you weren’t serious about me asking her out the first time, why’d you push me to do it?”&lt;br /&gt;“Easy. To get you to shut up about her already.”&lt;br /&gt;“Did I tell you’re a dick?”&lt;br /&gt;“Well it got you a girlfriend didn’t it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at him for a while. Then I just had to shake my head and concede the point. He was right; I just wished things could have turned out differently. But then again, we’re the people who we are now because of what we went through and how we dealt with it. Maybe, I’ll be the right person for her this time around.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, since she did have a boyfriend recently. So I guess she was ready for a relationship…but what if it’s only me that she wasn’t ‘ready’ for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I guess.”&lt;br /&gt;“Exactly. You need to trust me.”&lt;br /&gt;“Fine. What does that involve exactly?”&lt;br /&gt;“Easy. Run after Grace and ask her out.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah…no.”&lt;br /&gt;“Why not?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve held it off for months, and you think I’m going to do it just because you told me to?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, pretty much.”&lt;br /&gt;“Not going to happen. Plus, I don’t even know how.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, I really didn’t know how. I mean, how exactly were you supposed to ask out someone that’s rejected you as many times as she did, and come off as completely normal? And how was I supposed to go about it?&lt;br /&gt;‘Hey, I heard you broke up with your boyfriend…I just broke up with my girlfriend too. And my best friend has this crazy theory that it means that we can’t stay in a relationship with someone else because we’re meant to be with each other. So what do you say we give it a shot?’&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that would be the perfect way to go about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean?”&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I don’t think she’ll take attempt number thirty three seriously.”&lt;br /&gt;“You have a point there.”&lt;br /&gt;“Clearly.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry; we’ll think of something, even if it takes me the whole day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was exactly what he did. For the rest of the day, he was just beside me, running different ideas of how best to ask her out. And the closer we got to dismissal, the crazier his ideas became. By the time the bell rang, he was telling me to do things that we would normally have reserved for asking girls to prom. Which is definitely something I wasn’t going to risk for her, since she’d already affected my romantic side enough, even if it was more than a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was finally time to take another leap of faith into that all too familiar space between heartbreak and bliss. Here’s hoping for the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day unfolded normally. But I was looking forward to the end of the school day more than anything else, it being Friday and all. Joesar and I had made plans with a bunch of other people to watch a movie and just loiter around the mall. I was supposed to reach there with Grace and just meet up with the rest of them right before the movie started, so I thought it would be a chance for me to maybe look for an opening to ask her out again. Thirty-third times the charm right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems that fate wouldn’t have it turning out that way. She caught up with us right as school was let out for the weekend and told me that she couldn’t go because she’d made plans with some of her other friends.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Here we go again. I hated it when she gave me mixed signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like last year all over again. And it’s even worse if it’s a yes that turns into a no, rather than a maybe doing the same. So being the gentleman that I am, I took it in stride and told her to enjoy herself. But inside, I was every synonym of sad and irked.&lt;br /&gt;I know what you’re thinking…I should tell her how I feel and tell her to cancel her plans with her friends because I want to spend time with her. Plus, she’d made plans with me first, didn’t she? And I could tell that Joesar was thinking along the same lines.&lt;br /&gt;But like I said before, I’m not one to force things to happen. And if she was cancelling plans with me for her other friends, it was a sign that she wasn’t into me in that way. At least that’s how I took the subconscious message that her actions sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening battling between lingering feelings of rejection and the unexplainable urge to keep waiting for the perfect opportunity to do what I had planned to. Don’t ask me why I had so much faith in how this would all turn out.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was just grasping for that last straw that she hadn’t flat out rejected me yet. So maybe she harbored similar feelings for me, even if she was keeping it pretty far in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole time we were out deep in thought. And by the end of the night, I had barely said anything to the girls Joesar had brought along, aside from a remark here and there. But by the time we left the mall, I had come to a decision. I was going to keep waiting.&lt;br /&gt;It was probably the hopeless romantic in me, but I couldn’t help but wait for her. In my eyes, she would always be the perfect fish in the sea that got away just because I went fishing in the wrong time of the day. So I decided that I might as well keep throwing the bait out there, pulling all-nighter fishing trips, just to be able to say that she didn’t escape and that fate had finally brought her to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we had seen the girls off at their station, I told Joesar what my decision was. And I could tell that Joesar was befuddled by my insistence on waiting for her. How did I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you still waiting for this girl!?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s how I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s just something that’s telling me to.”&lt;br /&gt;“I just don’t get it.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m pretty sure you don’t.”&lt;br /&gt;“But seriously, what’s the reason?”&lt;br /&gt;“Remember when you said that maybe we were just meant to be with each other?”&lt;br /&gt;“Kind of.”&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I really believe that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d already mentioned that Joesar was the complete opposite of me when it came to girls. So I had no doubt that he wouldn’t be quick to understand my romantic notions regarding Grace.&lt;br /&gt;I think that deep down; I felt that Grace and I were meant to be together. And that somehow, that’s how it would end up no matter what obstacles were preventing it from happening.&lt;br /&gt;I explained that to Joesar, but I didn’t think that he shared my views on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just made that up on the spot!”&lt;br /&gt;“I know you did. But I thought it made sense.”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, that’s cute and all; but look here Romeo. Your last name’s not Montague and her’s isn’t Capulet. If there’s anything I’ve learned; you have to make it happen yourself. Otherwise, you might be waiting forever.”&lt;br /&gt;“For her, I can wait.”&lt;br /&gt;“I swear it’s already been that long.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I guess that it’s been pretty close.”&lt;br /&gt;“So why keep waiting?”&lt;br /&gt;“This is how I see it…if I have to wait forever, and I’ve already waited forever, then Grace should be falling into my arms soon enough.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts to laugh while he’s shaking his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re a fool. But you know I’m here for you.”&lt;br /&gt;“I know. Thanks bro.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-498967681066130320?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/498967681066130320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-about-everything-volume-two.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/498967681066130320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/498967681066130320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-about-everything-volume-two.html' title='the story about everything: volume two (the prologue)'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-8878376327688923308</id><published>2009-05-23T01:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:57:27.583-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><title type='text'>the 08-09 rookie of the year..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.. Randell Rivera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formerly known as the Snake Charmer in Aladdin..&lt;br /&gt;Then as the Magician with the Rings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he's the best Mary Ward Freshman in 2008 - 2009!&lt;br /&gt;That's what's up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zVKregU9Xw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zVKregU9Xw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With man love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-8878376327688923308?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/8878376327688923308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/08-09-rookie-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/8878376327688923308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/8878376327688923308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/08-09-rookie-of-year.html' title='the 08-09 rookie of the year..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-491085350397464071</id><published>2009-05-22T20:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:24:18.245-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words To Note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>the L.A.S.E.R.S. manifesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To Every Man, Woman &amp;amp; Child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We Want An End To The Glamorization Of Negativity In The Media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We Want An End To Status Symbols Dictating Our Worth As Individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We Want A Meaningful And Universal Education System.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We Want Substance In The Place Of Popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We Will Not Compromise Who We Are To Be Accepted By The Crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We Want The Invisible Walls That Separate By Wealth, Race &amp;amp; Class To Be Torn Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We Want To Think Our Own Thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We Will Be Responsible For Our Environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We Want Clarity &amp;amp; Truth From Our Elected Officials Or They Should Move Aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. We Want Love Not Lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We Want An End To All Wars. Foreign &amp;amp; Domestic (Violence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. We Want An End To The Processed Culture Of Exploitation, Over-Consumption &amp;amp; Waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. We Want Knowledge, Understanding &amp;amp; Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WE WILL NOT LOSE BECAUSE WE ARE NOT LOSERS, WE ARE LASERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasers are the opposite of losers. Lasers are shining beams of light that burn through the darkness of ignorance. Lasers shed light on injustice and inequality. Losers stand by and let things happen. Lasers act and shape their own destinies. Lasers find meaning and direction in the mysteries all around them. Lasers stand for love and compassion. Lasers stand for peace. Lasers stand for progression. Lasers are revolutionary.&lt;br /&gt;Lasers Are The Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Not Losers...We Are L.A.S.E.R.S.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always Shines Every-time Remember 2 Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lupe Fiasco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-491085350397464071?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/491085350397464071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/lasers-manifesto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/491085350397464071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/491085350397464071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/lasers-manifesto.html' title='the L.A.S.E.R.S. manifesto'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-5263339343596304069</id><published>2009-05-22T18:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:26:39.040-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words To Note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Talks and Clever Speech'/><title type='text'>have faith..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE FAITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How do I learn from my mistakes when I can't remember them to begin with? Which makes every thought I have begin with "What if?" instead of "What would Jesus do?" Because if Jesus knew what his actions would get him into, would he still have done it? Would he still have resurrected the dead? Would he still have cured the sick? Would he still have restored the faith of the outcast and downtrodden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The answer is yes. Because he had faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A commodity that seems to rare to us now in these times of economic downfall and changing conditions. We don't have faith in what we are waiting for, so we lower our standards and we settle for less. We accept it when things don't turn out for the best. We're happy with the better, or even good. The stars seem so much farther away, and now we can't even seem to aim for them, let alone reach them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We let ourselves be satisfied with reaching the clouds and letting gravity pull us back down. But we should never back down. We deserve the light and we are destined to create more in order to guide those who are behind us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And it begins with faith. Not in the courage to take the first step, but the faith to believe that the first step is worth taking. The faith to know that the steps you take, lead to something that is worth the journey to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We just need to have faith. We need to believe that whatever we are going through is worth the wait. Is worth the pain. Is worth the suffering. Is worth the tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Because the final destination is always worth it. We just need to believe that it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-5263339343596304069?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/5263339343596304069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5263339343596304069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5263339343596304069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-faith.html' title='have faith..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-2922574484017965434</id><published>2009-05-20T16:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:45:31.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Way and Off The Wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>just a couple things..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'm sick...I already can't walk, and now I feel like shit. That's pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's giving me more time to sleep, and work on my side projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to get things started, there's my new "single".&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually finished writing the verses and such, the only problem is, that I have a stuffy nose and a sore throat, so I doubt I'll be able to record it anytime soon. But it's sounding pretty good so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the second volume of The Story About Everything, which is on hold at the moment, in order for me to concentrate on the last project, which is a joint venture between a whole bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are those people you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for sure, you have Egotistic Productions in the mix. And then there's Smokin' Barrel Studios. Then there's a whole slew of affiliates that we've coerced into helping us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, we're still in the middle of casting since most of the girls are "maybe's" which is not good (Yeah Flo and Mara, I'm talking to you two). So if you see this, and you're interested in being a part of our film, hit any of us up, we need you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, this is pretty serious, I've already made the movie poster. Ask anyone I've shown it to, it's dope. It looks really professional, but that's enough boosting of my graphic skills. haha&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently starting the actual script, since we already have a basic idea of what's going to happening, I'm working on making it solid so that everybody involved will understand our vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms...I think that's all of it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you haven't heard it, go listen to ILLmaculate's The Rain Check Mixtape. It's dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On my grizzly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-2922574484017965434?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/2922574484017965434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-couple-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2922574484017965434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2922574484017965434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-couple-things.html' title='just a couple things..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-7777104657197582557</id><published>2009-05-18T22:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:59:25.698-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words To Note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artistic Appreciation'/><title type='text'>100!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a few words typed by the man Kid Cudi himself giving his mission statement for everybody who wanted to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;"I REPRESENT EVERYTHING THAT IS GOOD AND DECENT IN THE WORLD, IAM THE VOICE OF A WHOLE NEW GENERATION OF YOUTH WHO WANT TO JUST BE WHO THEY ARE. YOUNGINS WHO WANT TO ACHIEVE GREAT THINGS, AND WHO ARE MISUNDERSTOOD. KIDS WITH DREAMS. KIDS WHO THE LAST THING THEY WANNA DO IS HARM ANOTHER HUMAN BEING BUT AT THE SAME TIME STAND UP FOR WHAT THEY BELIEVE IN PICKIN AND CHOOSIN THEIR BATTLES. I BRING HOPE TO THE UNDERDOGS AND FRUSTRATION TO THE HATERS. IAM A MESSENGER FROM GOD, HE WANTS ME TO SACRIFICE MYSELF AND PUT MY ISSUES OUT THERE SO OTHERS CAN LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES AND IGNORANCE. AT THE END OF THE DAY THERE IS ONLY FAITH, AND IM THE NEW POSTER BOY FOR CHANGE, POSITIVE ENERGY, PEACE AND LOVE. IAM NOT A PERFECT MAN, HOWEVER MY MISSION IS TO BETTER MYSELF THROUGH SONG, ULTIMATELY FINDING INNER PEACE AND WALKING A MORE POSITIVE PATH. IAM YOUR HERO, WHEN YOU ARE WEAK I WILL SPEAK TO YOU, WHEN IAM WEAK U SHALL SPEAK TO ME….THE ARTIST AND FAN BOND IS ESTABLISHED NOW. WE NEED EACH OTHER, I NEED YOU ALL MORE THAN YOU NEED ME. I WILL BE HERE FOREVER EVEN IF IM NOT HERE IN THE PHYSICAL, MY WORDS WILL GUIDE AND HOPEFULLY INSPIRE A MOVEMENT OF PEACE AND LOVE ACROSS THE WORLD…IM NOT HIP HOPS NEXT BIG THING, IM NOT THE BEST NEW ARTIST, IM NOT ONE OF THE LEADERS OF THE NEW COOL OR WHATEVER OTHER LABEL U CAN GIVE ME, IAM JUS PLAIN OL “IMPORTANT”. IAM INCOMPARABLE TO ANYONE, SO CUT THE SHIT. I STAND OUTSIDE THE BUBBLE LAUGHIN AT THOSE INSIDE IT AT THE SAME TIME PRAYIN THEY WAKE UP AND JOIN THE REAL….IAM HOPE, AND LIKE LEBRON’S RISE TO HEROIC FEATS, U ARE ALL WITNESSES. YOUVE WATCH ME GROW FROM A KID FROM CLEVELAND OHIO WITH THIS COOL SONG THAT ONLY A HANDFUL OF PEOPLE BELIEVED IN, THAT EVERYONE WROTE OFF AS A ONE HIT WONDER, TO BEIN ONE OF THE MOST TALKED ABOUT ARTISTS THIS YEAR AND LAST…YOU CAN REMAIN STANDOFFISH IF YOU WANT, BUT THE PROOF IS IN THE PUDDING. U KNOW CUDI, BUT YOUR LISTENING TO SCOTT. IM HERE, AND MY VOICE WILL LIVE ON FOREVER. YOU HAVNT SEEN, OR HEARD ANYTHING YET. AND LIKE I SAID LAST YEAR, I AINT PLAYIN NOMORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MUSIC IS:&lt;br /&gt;ONE SMALL STEP FOR ME, ONE GIANT LEAP FOR ALL WEIRDKIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOONMAn&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO HEAVEN AT NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DEFINITION OF WEIRD: ANYBODY WHO IS A LEADER AND FOLLOWS THEIR HEART"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mad respect goes out to this man right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dreaming of reaching the moon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Marcus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-7777104657197582557?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/7777104657197582557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7777104657197582557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7777104657197582557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/100.html' title='100!'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-3504224096126782724</id><published>2009-05-14T02:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:23:45.219-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Way and Off The Wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now, I've been procrastinating like crazy. But there's a couple of projects that are underway already, courtesy of yours truly and a few other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egotistic Productions is hooking up with a few other people to create our first work on film, which will be of awesome proportions! The concept is pretty much complete, the script is already being written, and we're in the middle of casting. We're planning on finishing this in the next month or so, so be on the look out for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second volume of The Story About Everything is currently in progress. I'm basing it off a dream I had last night, which makes me feel that it's going to turn out pretty bomb. Hopefully, it turns out as well as the first part, which got an "Awww" from everyone that read it! Even a teacher, oh yeah! So I'm pretty pumped for that ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I'm going to start writing a new song, since I haven't even tried to write a verse in a while, let alone a song. I have no idea what it's going to be about, or even what the beat will be. But trust me that it won't be a love song. Like Wax said "I'd love to sing for you baby, I would sing all night long. But it's gonna take a lot for me to write another love song." So I'll leave that for poetry and short stories, since that seems to be a better format...as long as you bastards aren't too lazy to read my short stories that seem to be pretty long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to story land,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;EDIT: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've finally found what track I'm going to do for my new one, and I'll probably work on it tonight since it's pretty easy. This track is going to be dope, really mainstream, but I just want to put out something catchy that heads can just chill to, nahmean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to drop a hint, I'm doing this single with R. Kelly, we on that pedophile tip dude!&lt;br /&gt;And no, it's not some remix of a song he's already done...so get ready for an eargasmic experience on the way!&lt;/span&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/8592303039390596554-3504224096126782724?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/3504224096126782724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/3504224096126782724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/3504224096126782724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates.html' title='updates!'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-970972256329706750</id><published>2009-05-12T22:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:28:13.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>inspiration..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of waiting for that perfect girl. So you know what? I'm opening my mind and I'm going to LOOK for her. Forget those confusing females that just want to twist my nuts into a vice and make it all so much harder and more complicated than it should be from the get go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime, I've got to get on those units. I just need the inspiration. Anybody want to help me out on that one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find more inspiration to get me into freestyling and battling too. It should be awesome since it lets me use my asshole traits to be better than someone else at something. And it's funny. Who cares about poetry anymore...feelings are for losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll still probably write a few every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a search for inspiration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-970972256329706750?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/970972256329706750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/970972256329706750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/970972256329706750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/waiting.html' title='inspiration..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-5351989015719557669</id><published>2009-05-09T01:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T02:07:05.378-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>eccentrick..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So just to update all of you an all the little things that happened today, I'm checking in with this little spiel at 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mary Ward art show Eccentrick concluded today, which is honestly a damn shame. Especially for you bastards that didn't go, or didn't have the chance to...you suck. The movies were awesome, there were some pieces of art that were really good and the variety was pretty high up there. There was everything from paintings, to sculptures, to graffiti, to dresses and even pop culture Rubik's cubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even helped with the boy Ross' exhibit! The 4 elements of hip hop brought together for one medley of natural greatness. It turned out pretty well, especially today when a lot of people actually showed up in the afternoon to watch. Your boy Egotron even got up to randomly battle for the hell of it. Just doing what I can to make it work, nawmean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won two battle by being quite racist, which made me feel pretty damn proud because my assholeness is actually useful for something now. I guess I'm keeping it, all of you bitches that think I'm nice...you're wrong. And if you knew me back when I was nice and want me to go back...too bad. I find it entertaining and way more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was pretty dope and hella live for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's time to plan ahead. Anyone want to do anything tomorrow? I have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Asshole for the rest of awhile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-5351989015719557669?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/5351989015719557669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/eccentrick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5351989015719557669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5351989015719557669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/eccentrick.html' title='eccentrick..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-2818665933424227402</id><published>2009-05-08T03:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T03:16:26.891-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>big ups..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I don't have a lot to talk about right now..but here's a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, big ups to Rafer Alston...&lt;br /&gt;for smacking Eddie House upside the head. He's a true G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, nice work on the art show everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Come watch me actually do something tomorrow at the Hip Hop exhibit!&lt;br /&gt;That's what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I'm going to start working on my punches and ish.&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching a hella lot of rap battles lately.&lt;br /&gt;It's all about Grind Time son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but definitely not least,&lt;br /&gt;The biggest of ups to whoever hacked into Cassie's computer and got her tatas all over the internet!&lt;br /&gt;Makes me happy...kind of. Well, yeah it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Big ups y'all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-2818665933424227402?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/2818665933424227402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-ups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2818665933424227402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2818665933424227402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-ups.html' title='big ups..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-11690068101341326</id><published>2009-05-05T21:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:29:51.240-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.O.T.G.A.'/><title type='text'>i think..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.that I'm finally giving up. You win. I fail. Epically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with that said, the rest of the world needs to watch out!&lt;br /&gt;20 girls a day for a .012 batting average? Let's give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm charging mah lazer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-11690068101341326?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/11690068101341326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/11690068101341326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/11690068101341326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think.html' title='i think..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-7101566670844018457</id><published>2009-05-04T22:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:01:36.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Talks and Clever Speech'/><title type='text'>all i want..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ALL I WANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be your fairy tale Prince Charming come to life...I don't want to be the one that puts the glass slipper on your foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hide behind sentences that I can't say to you in normal conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sing you a song, rap a verse to you, or read you some ancient sonnet written by John Donne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to complicate anything between us by writing words and making up confusing ideas that confess my undying love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular belief, all I want to do is hold your hand. I don't want to marry you, I don't want to live to be a hundred years old by your side and I'm not looking for the chance to have sex...hell, I don't even want to go on a date with you. I just want to hold your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is hold your hand while I gaze into your eyes, caressing your hair with my right hand. While my left palm begins to sweat from being in constant contact with yours. Exchanging body heat...symbolizing the connection we're sharing. And there's nothing complex about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no words being exchanged, or any thinking involved, nor does there have to be. It's just right. And that's all I want.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-7101566670844018457?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/7101566670844018457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7101566670844018457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/7101566670844018457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-i-want.html' title='all i want..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-2533193225662254919</id><published>2009-05-04T21:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:34:27.636-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Way and Off The Wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>rts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Basically, this is just to remind myself to finish the two poems I was working on today before I go to sleep tonight. Hands and Super.&lt;br /&gt;So Marcus...finish it. Alright? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get people to read my story too...But how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I'm still bumping The Cool Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reminding myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-2533193225662254919?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/2533193225662254919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/basically-this-is-just-to-remind-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2533193225662254919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/2533193225662254919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/basically-this-is-just-to-remind-myself.html' title='rts'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-4767682633809728879</id><published>2009-05-04T15:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:07:21.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eargasmic Experiences'/><title type='text'>summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer time is finally here! I think.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it kind of is since it's swelteringly humid outside, and the sun is blazing.&lt;br /&gt;Which means that it's time for my summer time jam for every single year. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8EAovDF4Gw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8EAovDF4Gw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! It's The Fresh Prince and DJ Jazzy Jeff for the Summertime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what other musical event is here to kick off this awesome day?&lt;br /&gt;Well now that you ask, "Gone Fishin'" is officially here in its entirety!&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The Cool Kids have released their newest mixtape which features the two leaked singles, "Popcorn" and "Champions". Now that's what's up! &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=Q9ZZDRDE"&gt;Click this text to download it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you better! Or else your missing out on more than an hour of having your eardrums skeet earwax...and you don't want that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to go and finish watching "Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awesomeness served straight up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-4767682633809728879?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/4767682633809728879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/summertime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4767682633809728879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/4767682633809728879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/summertime.html' title='summertime'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-854270001253113425</id><published>2009-05-04T00:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:58:48.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>taking note..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Words. They can mean so many things like I love you. I. Love. You.&lt;br /&gt;3 words could mean an infinite amount to one person, not enough to another, if not enough intent is held behind those words. But did you ever notice that the most important word is the one that separates you and I? It's love.&lt;br /&gt;Love could be the cure of all our pain, all of the pissed words from the pseudo experience seeker in search of that pseudo experience like those who confuse sex with love.&lt;br /&gt;Because sex as love is love for those in search without a searchlight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;- Shihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-854270001253113425?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/854270001253113425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/taking-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/854270001253113425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/854270001253113425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/taking-note.html' title='taking note..'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-5282730595464011019</id><published>2009-05-03T00:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:05:14.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Babbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing Catch Up'/><title type='text'>the birthday boy and the pacman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was Daryl's surprise birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th birthday homie! One more year before the alcohol, even your parents said so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was pretty dope. And if you were invited and you couldn't or didn't come, then I'm SMFH at you.&lt;br /&gt;The people there were awesome and the food was bomb.&lt;br /&gt;We played ping pong, foosball, Taboo, Scene it, MLB 09 and Rock Band.&lt;br /&gt;And we got to see the Pacquiao fight. What more could you want in an evening?!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and when we surprised the birthday boy...I was in my boxers.&lt;br /&gt;And his mom was staring at me and calling me nasty. Boo-yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just in case you missed it, and I have no idea why the hell you would...&lt;br /&gt;Manny Pacquiao obliterated Ricky Hatton. In 2 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;Pacman landed 73 punches, Hatton landed 18 and threw 78.&lt;br /&gt;That should give you a picture of what happened in those 6 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of hugging and dirty boxing, courtesy of Ricky Hatton, and 4 knockdowns, including the KO courtesy of Manny Pacquiao.&lt;br /&gt;Take that bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add insult to injury were Pacquiao's words during his post fight interview.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry that that fight was so easy." Damn straight.&lt;br /&gt;I knew he didn't mean to say it in that way, but still. He's a monster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the evening?&lt;br /&gt;Kat: Jewish...circular...&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashtray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shit son that's cold! hahaha&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Losing my voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592303039390596554-5282730595464011019?l=superegotron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/feeds/5282730595464011019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-boy-and-pacman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5282730595464011019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8592303039390596554/posts/default/5282730595464011019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superegotron.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-boy-and-pacman.html' title='the birthday boy and the pacman!'/><author><name>MarcusWroks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770031916830352650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKH0raU3v6g/S4bMQKdL6QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bjkvMipOJUM/S220/wintertimeavy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592303039390596554.post-3568062840309457044</id><published>2009-05-02T15:56:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T16:20:51.709-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Time'/><title type='text'>the story about everything: volume one</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Marcus?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;“Yeah? What is it?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She starts shuffling her feet. It’s something I noticed she does all the time when she’s worried or nervous.&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Well…I don’t know how to say it…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;“Is something wrong?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;“No. It’s just…uh…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By now I was kind of worried. She was never this serious with me. Mainly, because I’m not really the type of guy for sharing serious conversations with. I mean I’ll have a couple of serious talks here and there, though it happens only once in a blue moon. But here she was, being serious with me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    “I’ve never said this to anyone before…not even my exes. But, I love you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Silence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I know you do.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that was the truth. I knew she meant every syllable that she had just said to me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She moves slightly away from me, but I’m still holding onto her. Still in the hug we shared before this whole conversation started. The slight, summer breeze whispering past our ears as we stood alone in the park where we’d spent so many afternoons together. The sun was at its highest, peeking behind scattered puffs of white cloud. Just a minute ago, everything had seemed perfect.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“That’s it?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Were you expecting something else?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Yeah. I was.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“C’mon Cathy, you know I’m not good with this stuff.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Not good with what? With words and feelings?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Basically.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“And all those lunch time poetry readings of yours that you’ve dragged me to? Or how about all of those love songs?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“That’s different.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“How are they any different?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As soon as the words left her mouth, I heard a muffled sob. I look down at her in front of me, still in my arms. Looking at those brown eyes I’ve looked into so much during these last seven months beginning to water, I could already tell I’d chosen the wrong words.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This perfect day had done a complete U-turn in a matter of moments. As if the sunlight and the warmth of the day were following a cue only Mother Nature could find amusing, the sun dipped behind a large cloud as the day turned cold.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“It’s not like that. It’s just…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“You didn’t know what to say?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Kind of.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“How about ‘I feel the same way.’? Or maybe even an ‘I love you too!’?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“But the thing is…I don’t.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a few seconds in silence she breaks away from my embrace and takes two steps back. Tears running down her cheeks, lip trembling and teardrops clinging onto her curled eyelashes like morning dew on grass…I hate to admit it, but I thought she still looked beautiful.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“What?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking straight into her eyes, I said four words that no man would dare say to his wife, let alone his girlfriend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I don’t love you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that was the truth. And I meant every syllable I had just said to her. I didn’t think I loved her. And it would have been wrong to tell her otherwise.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Then what’s the last seven months been to you!?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I just needed to pass the time; you know how bored I get.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clearly I was joking. This may not have looked like the appropriate time to crack a joke, but it’s just what I did. I never took anything seriously. I mean, she meant a lot to me and all, but I just can’t take it when people take things too seriously. It makes life seem a lot less…well, a lot less than what it should be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Cathy…you’re over reacting.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“So I tell you something I’ve never told anybody before…I open up my heart to you…and you tell me that you don’t feel the same about me. Now tell me, how am I supposed to react!?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“That’s not what I meant…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“How many different meanings can the phrase ‘I don’t love you.’ possibly have?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“More than the one you’re thinking of.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Why am I even debating this with you?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Because you love me?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then I gave her the smile she’d always complimented me on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She cracks a smile so small I would have missed it if it weren’t for those dimples of hers. They drove me crazy. They really did. And I’ve told her that on more than one occasion. But I knew that this wasn’t the time for flattery.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all of a sudden, it was gone again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“That’s beside the point.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Look, Cathy. It’s not that I don’t care about you. Believe me, I do.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Then why don’t you love me?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She said it with so much sadness that I was surprised I wasn’t tearing up too. Then it hit me. She really meant what she had just revealed to me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That’s why she was making all this fuss. That’s why she was making such a big deal out of my reply. That’s why she was hurt so much by my lack of reciprocation. It’s because she loved me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The breeze stops, and it’s as if the whole world is turned on mute. I can’t hear anything else but my heartbeat. Then I hear the irregular breaths she makes as she tries to hold back the tears. And I swear I heard a teardrop land on the paved pathway we were standing on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She’s standing no less than two feet away from me, but now…it seems so much farther. I look into her eyes, and I become lost in the deep brown amidst the sea of fresh tears that had welled up there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when I open my mouth to speak, I can barely get the words out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“It’s just that…I, I…I can’t explain.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Then come find me when you can.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And with that she starts walking away down the familiar, winding path that leads to her street. While I just stood there watching her shrinking silhouette. &lt;i style=""&gt;Sigh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She’s always had a flair for the dramatics. One day, she’s going to have to cut down on reading Nicholas Sparks and watching The Notebook.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I look up to the clear blue sky, there’s no trace of white. It’s like the weather’s just mocking me. As I stare at the endless expanse of blue, I wonder to myself. Why couldn’t I have just said I love her too and be done with it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do I have do make everything so damn complicated?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I turn and start walking to the bus stop, thinking about how I was going to fix all of this, contemplating how it all spun out of control like this. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn. This is going to be one long bus ride home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Twenty minutes later I still have no idea what I’m supposed to do to win her back. She probably hates me right about now. And she’s probably talking to one of her best friends about it…and they’re probably agreeing with her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I take a deep breath as I see the bus start slowing down to pick me up. The front doors open as four passengers get off before I can step on. With a flash of my pass to the driver and a small nod, I start walking down the middle of the bus to find a seat. I find one near the back of the bus, right beside the window in my favorite spot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I settle down for another long bus ride home, I look out the window thinking hard to myself. I need to figure out how I’m going to do this. It might take a while. The girls that I’ve known are hardly the type to forget something like that so quickly. And she’ll be talking to her friends all night about whether on not she should just forget about me and move on to some other guy. I doubt any one’s going to be on my side after they hear it from her point of view. Especially with her crying over the phone and all. Lucky me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess that rules out calling her and apologizing when I get home… But I have to explain. The question is how.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I spent the next hour on that bus thinking about what I was going to do to fix all of this. Then the next hour and a half after as I transferred to another bus. Then the next fifteen minutes I needed to walk from the bus stop to the end of the street to my house. Then the next three hours as I lay on my bed in the dark, glaring at the ceiling, wishing an answer would just spell itself out for me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It took until two o’clock in the morning for me to realize that the answer wasn’t going to appear out of thin air. By then, I was really tired and I could hardly keep my eyes open. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The day wasn’t all that tiring. For the most part, I think I tired out brain from overanalyzing the situation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I should sleep on it, and I’ll think of a better solution after a good night’s rest. Or maybe she’ll have forgotten all about it tomorrow and everything will be back to normal when I see her in the hallways.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ll just grasp for that straw in case I can’t think of anything before I see her again. Hopefully, I have a dream about what I’m supposed to do. God knows I need that moment of inspiration right about now. This feels just like writer’s block. Too bad this isn’t a poem I can just scrap and throw in the bin because I’ve made too big a mistake.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think she’s worth the trouble, in any case.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And with that I fell into a troubled sleep. Fearing what would unfold when I saw her at school the next day…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I woke up, I didn’t quite remember why I felt so lousy. But like a brick thrown by a prepubescent vandal hurtling through a window, everything that happened yesterday hit me. So much for having a relaxing Sunday afternoon with the girlfriend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I rub the sleep out of my eyes and look out the window. It looks like it’s going to be a pretty nice day out. Here’s hoping it transcends into whatever I have to deal with when I try to talk to Cathy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half an hour later, I’m stepping out the front door, dreading whatever was to come. Everything was just like it always was when I got to school. The halls were packed with people waiting for another week of school to get under way, and there were my friends, lounging around by the window where we met every morning. I greet all of them, and as usual, it’s my best friend Joesar that’s the first to ask about what happened.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“So how was your date with Cathy yesterday? You know…the one you went on instead of going with me and the boys to play ball?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I wish I could say it was worth missing ball with y’all…but it wasn’t.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Info bro.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I’ll tell you later. Have you seen Cathy?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Can’t say I have.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Any idea where she might be?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Nope. You can always just wait until first period.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I guess. But it’s kind of important.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“That bad huh?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I have no one to blame but myself, really.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“At least you’re not too stupid to realize that.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Ha-ha. Very funny.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“You know I’m just kidding. But if you ever need anything, I’m here bro.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“What I really need now is to find Cathy.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Well, speak of the devil.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I follow his eyes over my left shoulder, and there she was. At the far end of the hallway, Cathy was leaning against her friend’s locker as her friend riffled through numerous books on the top rack. They were talking pretty animatedly. I kept trying to catch Cathy’s eye, but to no avail. At one point, I thought I had made eye contact with her. But if we did, then she was certainly trying to avoid my gaze again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was with &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Victoria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, her best friend. I never really liked her all that much to tell you the truth, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Victoria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; I mean. And I’m pretty sure she felt the same way about me. Ever since the first day of high school when we met in Math class, we’d never really gotten along.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She wasn’t hideous or anything. I thought she was pretty cute, as a matter of fact. But she’s one of those instances in which there’s an undeniable force that repels you from something, or in this case, somebody.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was just something about her that irked me. Don’t ask me for specifics, suffice it to say that she wasn’t the type of person I would spend more time around than was necessary. But seeing as I’d been going out with her best friend for the last seven months, what was necessary seemed to be an awful lot as far as I was concerned. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’d actually started to get along with her lately. But I guess that this whole dilemma is going to throw that progress in reverse. I have no doubt that she’d side with Cathy. And why wouldn’t she? I’d never really proven myself to be worth giving the benefit of the doubt in situations like this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, now was the time to try to patch up my relationship with my girlfriend, not the third wheel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joe takes a few steps to stand right next to me and gives me a little nudge forward.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“So, are you going to go talk to her?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I would. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Victoria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;’s there though.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“You know there’s a way around that.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Formation B?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“You got it.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I let Joe take the lead as he starts walking ahead of me towards the girls. It seems kind of funny to have approaches like this all planned out, but that’s what you get when you hang out with Joe enough. He even tried teaching me how to pick up girls in random places. Needless to say it didn’t quite work out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m more of the hopeless romantic type. But more on that later. There are more pressing matters to attend to at the moment. A few feet away from the girls, Joe decides it’s the right time to get things started.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Yo! &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Victoria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Oh. Hi, Joesar.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“How was your weekend?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“It was okay, I guess.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Just okay?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I got to sleep in and do nothing, but then something came up last night.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By then I knew what that “something” was. I had no doubt that Cathy had called her when she got home. And to prove my guess right, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Victoria&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; basically glared a hole right through me when she said it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Why don’t you tell me all about it?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Didn’t Marcus tell you?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Not even a single detail.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Really? He didn’t mention it to you?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Why would you automatically think he would?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Well…I always thought you guys were gay for each other.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Always with the gay jokes. I look at Cathy, but I can’t tell what she’s thinking. The joke makes her smile a little. She catches me watching her, and she looks down at the floor, a curtain of her long black hair covering her face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“That’s just every once in a while.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Glad to see you guys admit it.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“We’re comfortable with our sexuality, thank you very much.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Okay there.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“My offer still stands and there’s about ten minutes before class starts. What do you say, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Victoria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Sure, why not?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Great. We’ll see you two later.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was common knowledge around the seniors in our school that &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Victoria&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; had a thing for Joesar. And so did almost every girl close to our age. And to tell you the truth, he would have dated her. But thankfully enough, my opinion meant more to him than anybody else’s. So when I told him how much I disliked her, he decided not to go through with it. But it didn’t stop him from flirting with her every now and then.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He gives me a wink as he puts his arm around her and they start walking down the hall. I had to admit, Joe could make any situation turn out well enough when he wanted it to. He’s quite the charmer, something I always wished I was. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I guess we were all made to be certain people. He was meant to be suave and debonair. While I was meant to be nice and sensitive. Lucky me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As they start to walk away, I turn to Cathy in hopes I could think of something and we could spend the rest of the day in blissful happiness again. It wasn’t going to turn out that way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I turned to see her putting her laptop back into its case as she was getting up. With one look at me, she picks up her bag and starts walking towards her homeroom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Cathy, wait.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She turns around and gives me the type of look that you get from parents who don’t want you dating their daughter. Which by the way, I’d been lucky enough to have received on behalf of Cathy’s parents.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s not like I was a bad kid or anything. I’ll admit, I’ve done some pretty stupid things but I’ve always been able to get out of it primarily unscathed. Only a handful of people know about that side of me. Ask anyone and they’ll refer to me as a nice guy. It’s just the people I have to impress that get the wrong impression of me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People say that I come off as loud and obnoxious sometimes. And I’m tempted to agree with them. But that’s only every so often when I need to be. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wrenching myself from thoughts of disapproving parents, I’m brought back to earth by Cathy’s steady toe tapping on the floor. After giving me the once over with her arms crossed, she finally replies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“What is it?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Look. I still can’t explain what I said yesterday. I’m sorry if I hurt you. But I meant what I said. It’s just that it wouldn’t have been right to tell you something that I’m not sure of.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Is that your idea of an apology?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I kind of had a script in my head. But it’s a lot harder in person.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“And…?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It looks like a straight out apology isn’t going to work. And apologies were never really my strong suit. It’s not easy apologizing when you always insist you’re right in everything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I don’t know. I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“But that doesn’t resolve the issue.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“What &lt;i style=""&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; the issue?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“The fact that you don’t know what you think about us.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I do know. I just can’t put it into words.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Then what did you come to tell me?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“That I’m sorry.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Sorry just isn’t good enough anymore.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“What am I supposed to say?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I don’t know…you figure it out.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And with that she turns around and starts walking away again, for the second time in two days. &lt;i style=""&gt;Sigh.&lt;/i&gt; I’m on a roll aren’t I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An hour later, I’m sitting in the Religion classroom as I usually do, talking to Joesar about this and that. This area was always the perfect place to carry on any conversation. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He’d been telling me about the basketball game that I missed the day before, giving me the play by play rundown. He could have been a great commentator, let me tell you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Then Don made this really nice crossover and made this sweet jumper right in front of Alex’s face. Game point.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Sounds awesome.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“It was great. That game was pretty epic.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Too bad I had to miss it.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“You okay? You’ve looked pretty distracted this whole time.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He never missed anything obvious that’s for sure. As Joe painted a picture for me about how every game they played unfolded, I was gazing out the window. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, the total opposite of the thunderclouds I could just imagine floating above my head.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Turning from my view of the window to face Joe, I shake my head.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“It’s just this whole Cathy thing. I don’t know what to do.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Tried apologizing?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Yeah. It didn’t really help much. I think it made it worse actually.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Any idea what you’re going to do now?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Nope.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Well…just think about it. It’ll come to you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I closed my eyes and lay my head on the cool surface of the desk I was sitting in. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That’s what I’ve been doing for the past few hours. And it doesn’t seem like I’m going to think of a solution when everything seems bleaker than before. If only I could finally explain it. But how can I?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My ego won’t let me concede the point and allow me to just tell her that I love her when I’ve told her repeatedly that I don’t. It must be my romantic side rearing its head again. Nothing was ever really easy when I got to thinking about it. Usually, I got things out of my system by writing about it. But I don’t think sweet talking her through poetry is going to help right now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think she’s already had enough of the poetry readings I’d asked her to go to. And I know I never really appreciated the fact that she’d go, no matter what. She always said she loved poetry. Cathy being there made every single time I’d get up to read a poem special. There was something right about when she would be sitting in the audience looking up at me, paying attention to every word I said. And every time, she would react exactly like how I pictured she would.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You see, I never showed her any of my poems before I read them. I thought I would surprise her, and she’d like it even more. It worked, time after time. And whenever I would get up and read a love poem, she’d know I was talking about her. I didn’t have to tell her, I would just look into her eyes as I read it and I could let her know that each word was meant for her. And only her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the one thing that we shared. It was the one thing that only she and I understood. Poetry was my passion, it was my escape. And she was the one that helped me discover that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In that moment of clarity, I understood what I had to do all along. I lifted my head up with a smirk on my face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Got it?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I look to my right and see Joe looking sheepishly at me. I glance at the digital clock mounted on the wall beside the door. It’s a quarter to eleven. That gives me little more than an hour to finish this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Of course. I’m going to need you to do something for me though.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I got it.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With his reply, I quickly scribbled down a note on a scrap piece of paper ripped out from sketches drawn for my work. He accepts the slip of folded paper with a nod and a grin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I’m trusting you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Don’t worry, Romeo.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember when I hinted at how much of a hopeless romantic I was? Well, I’ve been that way since I could remember. I’ve been writing poetry since the eighth grade. But with all of this going on because of the words I chose, now seemed to be the perfect moment to put that on display. Most of the people I hung out with knew it, and I’m pretty sure quite a few other people knew too. And Joesar sure as hell knew about my sensitive side.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As he stands up and starts to leave, I have to chuckle to myself. I &lt;i style=""&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; your ordinary, average Romeo. Complete with smooth words about feelings, love poetry, emotional songs and fictional stories about two lovers destined for each other. I was the type of guy that would give voice to poetry, just to hear people go “Aww”. I was also the type of guy that had never had a girlfriend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cathy was my first. With her, everything seemed original. And I loved it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With her in mind, I started writing. She was my inspiration. Thoughts of her making my hand write like it had a mind of its own. I didn’t have to think of anything. The words just came to me, and before I knew it, I was able to explain exactly how I felt about her. It was something I’d never been able to tell her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve written love poems for her every now and again, but as I looked at what I had in front of me, I knew none of them could compare.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I waited.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As soon as the bell rang, I made my way to the library, praying to God that everything would work out. I just hope Joe managed to slip that note into her locker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once a week, a handful of students would get together in the school’s library to express ourselves through song, poetry or whatever else we had up our sleeves. It was the school’s idea to promote expression of self and creativity. I guess it helped, because before this all started I was hardly writing on a consistent basis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was comfortable here. It took a while before I summoned up the courage to go to my first session and read something I had written. But soon enough, I was here every week. And Cathy had been here to listen to me every time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I walked up to sign up and read my poem, the teacher that was in charge of the proceedings walked up to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Reading another poem, Marcus?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“You got it, Mr. Filipe.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Is it the one I’ve been telling you to read since last month?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Nope. I wrote this one a few minutes ago actually.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Really?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Yeah.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Well do your thing then. You’re first up.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Thank you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I stood up in front of the audience, there were about thirty people there. And right in the middle was Cathy, her face blank, and beside her was &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Victoria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. I see Joe sitting in the back giving me the thumbs up. I reply with a grin and a nod. Now I just needed to have faith.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before you read your poem, it was customary to do a short introduction. I hadn’t really planned one, but I excelled at making up excuses and the like on the spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Now, you guys know I do a bit of everything. I’ve done a couple of songs, and I write poems about anything I feel like. Right now, I’m going to read a love poem that hopefully explains something to a person that’s really important to me. I just wrote it today, but I hope you guys can relate to it. And I hope you guys enjoy it. It’s called &lt;u&gt;I Don’t Love You&lt;/u&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Upon hearing the title, a few people laughed. I know it’s not the greatest title of a poem that declares how much somebody means to you, but that’s what brought all of this up. In any case, she was the only one that needed to understand why I gave it the title I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I cleared my throat and began to read my poem, I looked Cathy right in the eyes. And when I read it, I said every single word to her, as if we were the only two people in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This one’s for you. I hope this explains everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I don’t love you. It’s not that I don’t. And it’s not that I can’t. It’s because I don’t want to love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See…I refuse to let what we have be generalized into something any less specific than how we define it ourselves. How we feel about each other. How we see ourselves. And how we explain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music, movies and poetry, can’t say as much as I could. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I could either. You make me feel like…some word that hasn’t even been invented yet…I’m infloveuated.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A round of ooh’s and ahh’s go around the room. But I don’t pay attention to anyone else. All I see is her. And she was the only one that mattered that day. I was speaking directly to her, and I didn’t care about what anyone else thought. She was the one I was infloveuated with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Because a made up word is the only way I can tell you how I feel. Not through this poem, not through the many I’ve written you. And not through the songs I’ve written for you…But through a word that means more than “love”. A word that hasn’t been used so many times and thrown around so casually it’s lost its true meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You see…that’s exactly what’s happened to “love”. I still hold it by the same standards as William Shakespeare and Pablo Neruda. But the people like me in this world are running out. While you are incomparable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet I still can’t love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I’d actually say that I loved you, for the sole purpose of keeping your attention for a few minutes longer while I finish this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then maybe you’d see that I can’t really love you…Nor do I want to.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everybody laughs. But soon enough, all the giggles are muffled again. Everyone can tell that I really mean what I’m saying, and I’m thankful for the fact that they understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Because those who have ‘loved’ and have ‘been loved’ have already been through enough. They have been misused, mistreated, abused, misunderstood and ignored.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just like the word. And just like its meaning.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some people clap, the rest stay silent. My eyes remain locked with Cathy’s. Tears begin to stream down her face, she smiles and her dimples appear on those cheeks I always found so cute. They drove me crazy. They really did.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With a renewed sense of purpose, I continued on with my reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Love’s been bandied about too much. From countless love songs to Hallmark cards, it’s not as personal as it used to be. It used to mean something. It used to mean you actually “loved” something. Now it just means you like it a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another guy might “love” you. But I love banana Slurpees from 7-11. So you’re obviously equal to a frozen, artificial beverage…So what &lt;i style=""&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; you believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t put faith in a single word that’s supposed to embody the deepest of human emotions. One that consists of a single syllable. So instead, I craft a picture with a thousand words.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Though not one of them say that I want to love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 27pt; text-indent: 27pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There’s no &lt;i style=""&gt;word&lt;/i&gt; for the bond that I want to share with you. A bond that gives me superpowers just being close to you. A bond that makes me rethink about my entire outlook on life and look at it in another way. A bond that makes me want to grow up, be mature and suit up. A bond that makes m
