<?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-15250236</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:37:09.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sing for absolution</title><subtitle type='html'>i love pie
n gurls too.
woot woot!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marcus aremus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363933570356495728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/7278/640/muaha1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250236.post-113450646894956022</id><published>2005-12-13T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T12:41:08.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3 -serenity-</title><content type='html'>The man put on his suit, getting ready for the grand ballroom dinner prepared by the cruise to welcome their passengers. Glancing at his watch, he noticed that he should be leaving soon. &lt;em&gt;Hmm, &lt;strong&gt;7.30 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt; I should leave early to get ready to make my move.&lt;/em&gt; He walks towards his suit cases. Going through his &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;knifes&lt;/span&gt;, he chose carefully, examining each and everyone in detail. Finally, making his decision, he slides a custom-made silver dagger into its sheath, and put it into his blazer’s right pocket. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now&lt;/strong&gt;, I’m ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man walked out of his room, locked the door, and headed for the ballroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie is sitting at the make-up table, putting on the final touches on to flatter her beauty even more, while Lucas is still sleeping on the bed, in his &lt;strong&gt;boxers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;LUCAS!&lt;/strong&gt; For the last time, get up and get ready or I’m leaving without you! It’s already 7.30!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;………&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off, Allie stood up, walked into the bathroom and came back with a glass of &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ice-cold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; water and a really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPLASH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“AARRGHHH… &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;COLD!! COLD!!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLOP. Allie threw the towel into his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT!!!!! HOT!!! HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you awake now? &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“YES MA’AM! Jesus Chris, you want to kill me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, you did say use whatever means necessary to wake you up just now…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I did? &lt;strong&gt;OH&lt;/strong&gt;… wait. &lt;strong&gt;I DID&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours before, they were heading for their room that Alan gave them, both red-faced from all that drinking. Allie was feeling kind of high. While Lucas, on the other hand, is still clear as water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, here we are, &lt;strong&gt;Room 407&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, Allie. Before we go in, would you promise me something?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Promise me you will be gentle&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie kicks him in the &lt;strong&gt;groin&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ARRGHHHHHHHHHHH… &lt;strong&gt;MY BALLS&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I promise.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked in and got the&lt;em&gt; shock&lt;/em&gt; of their lives. Alan booked them the honeymoon suite.&lt;br /&gt;There was a heart shaped bed right in the middle, with silk curtains around it. The curtains at the window have heart shaped designs on them too. Right in the middle of the bed, was a bouquet of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;roses&lt;/span&gt;. Allie picked it up and read the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To two of my &lt;strong&gt;bestest&lt;/strong&gt; friends in the whole wide world, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE FUN LOVE BIRDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. From: &lt;strong&gt;Alan&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, even the bedside tables are full of condoms, &lt;em&gt;DIFFERENT FLAVOURS TOO!&lt;/em&gt; Which one do you want to try first?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“LUCAS!!! STOP IT!! IT’S NOT FUNNY! DAMMIT ALAN!!! I’M AM SOO GONNA KILL HIM!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“HAHAHAHA. Oh well, let’s make the best of it. I’m really sleepy, wake me up to get ready, with whatever means possible, as you know I’m a really heavy sleeper.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay. But you stay away from my half of the bed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever you say,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; princess&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you gonna stay there and day dream or get ready for the dinner? We’re going to be late!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;OKAY OKAY&lt;/strong&gt;. I’ll get ready now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas heads for the bathroom and gets ready for the night, while Allie sits at the bed, still wondering if anything “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;” is going to happen tonight with her and Lucas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half and hour later, Lucas emerges from the bathroom, fully dressed in a &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dark brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; suit, with a light &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; collar striped shirt. His broad shoulders show-cased his features well, the suit fits him like a glove. Allie was sitting at the table checking at her make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You look beautiful &lt;strong&gt;enough&lt;/strong&gt;. Stop checking.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, alright. Wow, you don’t look half bad yourself. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shirt is a nice touch.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I guess if you’re going to wear that. I am going to wear something half decent.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie was wearing a &lt;strong&gt;bare backed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;peach&lt;/span&gt; color dress. Her front was a low cut, revealing a very nice cleavage; her straight brown hair has been curled for the occasion, turning it into wavy elegant hair, just dangling off her shoulders. Her slightly tight skirt extended from sideways down to her knees, with a slit on the longer side; flashing her &lt;strong&gt;beautiful &lt;/strong&gt;legs. Lucas couldn’t helped but stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, may we go now? The others are waiting. You can stop your &lt;strong&gt;drooling&lt;/strong&gt; now, Lucas.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh sorry, didn’t know it was &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; obvious.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Forget it, let’s just go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ballroom was beautiful, the giant chandelier hanging above right in the middle, the candles were everywhere. But the lights have been kept down to create a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;romantic &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mood amongst the guest. Flowers decorated every nook and cranny, there’s practically roses everywhere; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/strong&gt;, absolutely beautiful. As Lucas and Allie walked into the ballroom, the breath taking scenery awed them, rendering them speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Hey! LUCAS!! ALLIE!! OVER HERE!!”&lt;/strong&gt; Alan bellowed from across the &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; ballroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my God, has he no shame?” Allie tries to hide behind Lucas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh well, you know &lt;strong&gt;Alan&lt;/strong&gt;.” They walked towards the gang cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isn’t the place beautiful?” Jessie and Sarah said at the same time. The girls were hyped because of the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, it is. I wonder if we’re gonna meet any cute guys out here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes you will. There are already three standing right here. Well maybe not &lt;strong&gt;Jack&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHA.” Alan cracks another one of his lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Fuck you&lt;/strong&gt;, Alan. Hey girls, I’m heading for the buffet outside, the inside is only for dancing and &lt;strong&gt;“socializing”,&lt;/strong&gt; wanna follow?” Jack begins to drool as he talked about food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No thanks Jack, we’re gonna stay here and let the atmosphere soak in.” Allie replied earnestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your loss.” Jack heads out for the door. Alan follows soon after. Leaving Lucas with the 3 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;HEY LUCAS! TAKE CARE OF JESSIE FOR ME. DON’T LET ANY DICK HEADS NEAR HER!&lt;/strong&gt;” Alan shouted from the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie stood there with her mouth wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You want me to kill him for you?” Allie said with a fiery rage within her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No thanks. I’ll just banned him from sex for one month. He’s gonna &lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You go girl!” Sarah said approvingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas just stood by their side, trying to avoid as much trouble as possible. 3 on 1 is not good odds. Even an&lt;strong&gt; idiot&lt;/strong&gt; like him knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, Jessie and Alan are dancing on the dance floor, with romantic music sang by musical guest Michael Buble. Jack is still out at the buffet, while Allie and Lucas stood by the window that oversees the swimming pool. Both in silence, pondering into each other’s thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The pool looks great at night.” Allie finally breaking the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, wanna go &lt;strong&gt;skinny dipping&lt;/strong&gt; later?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lucas, it’s a nice moment here, don’t spoil it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry bout that, couldn’t help myself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, you spotted any hot girls you want to bring back to the room? I could sleep in Sarah’s room you know. You just have to say the word, and I will….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Allie. No girls tonight.” Allie looked away, and smiled at his answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How about you? Any cute guys you want? I could help.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nope, thanks but no thanks. When they see me hanging around with you they’ll all go running.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s that suppose to mean?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, nothing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, you want to &lt;strong&gt;dance&lt;/strong&gt;?” Lucas said surprising Allie and himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“YOU, ASKING ME?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Err, yeah, cuz the mood is so great, Jess and Alan seems to be having a great time, so why don’t we join in?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is that a way to ask a lady to dance with you?” Allie teased him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;OKAY FINE.&lt;/strong&gt; May I please have the &lt;strong&gt;honor&lt;/strong&gt; of dancing with you, &lt;strong&gt;my lady&lt;/strong&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I would love to.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas and Allie stepped into the dance floor, and it was as if magic took over. Whether it’s the atmosphere, or the roses, or the people, they danced holding each other tightly, oblivious of Alan and Jessie’s curious glances. Michael Buble sang “&lt;strong&gt;quando quando quando&lt;/strong&gt;” in the background, further emphasizing the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas looked into Allie’s deep set of hazel eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You look different tonight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do I, really?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, you actually look beautiful; &lt;strong&gt;only tonight though&lt;/strong&gt;.” Lucas snickered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You &lt;strong&gt;ASS&lt;/strong&gt;.” Allie retorted. She rests her head on his shoulders, as they continued dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing can be more perfect than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is not good. Two of them are with their men. Dammit. No worries, there is still the third one. Where is she?!&lt;/em&gt; The man dressed in&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stood at a corner, his eyes prying for prey. Suddenly, a young woman caught his eye. &lt;em&gt;Ah…there she is. My little angel.&lt;/em&gt; He recomposed himself, trying his best to hide his excitement. Hmm, better prepare myself before I make my move on her. He feels for the &lt;strong&gt;dagger&lt;/strong&gt; in his right pocket: when finally sure of himself, he lost into the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Mason stood at the bar, feeling lonely and lost. &lt;em&gt;Why do they get to be with someone and not me?!&lt;/em&gt; Her brother was still&lt;strong&gt; lost&lt;/strong&gt; at the buffet table, so she has no one to hang out with. &lt;em&gt;If only one of these striking young men would ask me for a dance, I would give anything.&lt;/em&gt; Sarah was &lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt; in her own right. She was wearing a&lt;strong&gt; long black strapless dress,&lt;/strong&gt; with short blond hair. Her bright blue eyes emphasized her innocence and charm. She has a slim and toned figure too, because she jogs with Allie daily. It’s just that She just gotten out of &lt;strong&gt;another&lt;/strong&gt; bad relationship, so the loneliness felt was &lt;strong&gt;twice-fold.&lt;/strong&gt; She stands there, holding a margarita; wishing for a&lt;strong&gt; prince&lt;/strong&gt;. As she was glancing around the area, her eyes met with another. A handsome young man was standing there right across the bar, looking &lt;strong&gt;right back&lt;/strong&gt; at her. Immediately looking away, she found herself blushing; for she doesn’t know how to react to the situation. &lt;em&gt;Oh my God! Oh my God! Is he looking at me? Oh, Allie and Jess, where are you guys when I need you!??&lt;/em&gt; After what seems like a &lt;strong&gt;slight&lt;/strong&gt; hesitation, the young man walks towards Sarah. &lt;em&gt;OH NO.  He’s coming over. What do I do? What do I do?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;“Good evening, Miss. What’s a beautiful thing like you standing alone at the bar?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Err… well, my friends are busy dancing, and my brother is &lt;strong&gt;hogging&lt;/strong&gt; at the buffet table, so I’m pretty much stuck by myself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well now, that certainly isn’t right of them, to leave you here alone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I suppose it’s not their fault.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isn’t a beautiful night? &lt;strong&gt;Such beauty, such serenity&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, it is. The chandelier is really a nice touch.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was talking about &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah’s cheeks &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;flushed&lt;/span&gt;, and she felt a certain &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;warmness &lt;/span&gt;in her chest.&lt;em&gt; He is SOOO CHARMING.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;So handsome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are too kind”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, no. Don’t be modest. You&lt;strong&gt; ARE&lt;/strong&gt; beautiful. May I perhaps no the name of this beautiful lady?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My name is Sarah. Sarah Mason.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I’m &lt;strong&gt;Jack Adams&lt;/strong&gt;. At your service.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250236-113450646894956022?l=recognitionofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/feeds/113450646894956022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250236&amp;postID=113450646894956022' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/113450646894956022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/113450646894956022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/2005/12/chapter-3-serenity.html' title='Chapter 3 -serenity-'/><author><name>marcus aremus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363933570356495728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/7278/640/muaha1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250236.post-113344571917823689</id><published>2005-12-01T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T06:06:14.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAYBACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your usual postings have been interupted momentarily, sorry for any inconvieniece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is done in response to&lt;a href="http://www.euhock.blogspot.com"&gt; SAMUEL OH's &lt;/a&gt;humiliating post on me. i am hereby clarifying the deception he has lead us to believe. the truth is, he IS the GAY one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in his latest entree, i wish to explain that, the 1st picture was persistenly taken by the gay samuel oh. the victim(ME) was trying to take a shower when the culprit(SAMUEL OH) barged in and demanded a picture to be taken. although the victim insisted that there will be no pics of him almost naked being taken, the culprit PERSISTED. (that gay ass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my defense, the webcam sessions was NOT iniated by the victim(ME). instead, it was always mr samuel oh's gay doing, persistently insisted that the victim put on the webcam. please refer to exhibit A, and exhibit B for references. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/382/1406/1600/sdfg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/382/1406/320/sdfg.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Exhibit A, you will see the culprit forcing the victim into accepting a webcam session. and in his final message entry, HE ADMITS that he is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;INDEED&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WITHOUT A DOUBT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exhibit B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/382/1406/320/gs.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As seen in Exhibit B, the culprit(SAMUEL OH) is seen STILL trying his best to iniate a webcam session. his persistency is explained as the victim continues to deny him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, is SAMUEL OH gay?(without a doubt) i let you, the readers, decide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/382/1406/1600/longjohn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/382/1406/320/longjohn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once again, samuel oh is seen here examining a man's large penis. will his gayness EVER stop?(i doubt so)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250236-113344571917823689?l=recognitionofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/feeds/113344571917823689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250236&amp;postID=113344571917823689' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/113344571917823689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/113344571917823689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/2005/12/payback.html' title='PAYBACK'/><author><name>marcus aremus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363933570356495728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/7278/640/muaha1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250236.post-113284627851743045</id><published>2005-11-24T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T07:47:09.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2 -too much to do-</title><content type='html'>“&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GERONIMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SPLASH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ALAN!!!! STOP IT!!!” Jessie screamed. Alan’s “&lt;em&gt;cannonball&lt;/em&gt;” stunt got everyone nearby a mouthful of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resurfacing, Alan’s face &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flashed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a big boyish grin at his victims. While the two siblings continued to explore the massive ship, the foursome headed straight for the pool after they checked in to their rooms. Alan and Jessie were already in the pool. Allie was still in her bathrobe sitting on a deck chair, reading a magazine; while Lucas eyes were doing some “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;exploring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” of their own around the pool area. The pool was filled with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;beautiful young women&lt;/span&gt;, although it does have its fair share of men, but most of the guys are either middle aged or married, playing with their families. No wonder Lucas and Alan got so many stares just being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“HEY, LUCAS! &lt;strong&gt;FUCK HEAD&lt;/strong&gt;! STOP STARING AND GET IN THE WATER!” Alan fling a rubber ball straight in to Lucas’ &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fantasizing&lt;/span&gt; head, knocking him back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OKAY! OKAY! I’M COMING, YOU &lt;strong&gt;GAY-ASS&lt;/strong&gt;!” Lucas stood up and took off his bathrobe, spotting a nicely built surfer’s body, with a flat stomach and muscular shoulders and chest. Allie, sitting next to him, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;looked up&lt;/span&gt; from her magazine. She couldn’t help but bit her lip, and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;stared&lt;/span&gt;. She didn’t even notice she was staring until Jessie shouted for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;HEY ALLIE!&lt;/strong&gt; You too! Stop &lt;strong&gt;staring&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Lucas&lt;/strong&gt; and come in! The water’s great!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I…I…I wasn’t staring” Allie stammered. She found herself blushing as if she was a little girl who just revealed her crush for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prince charming&lt;/span&gt;. She quickly recomposes herself, and stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas heard what Jessie said, and he was pleased. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm, staring at me? Cool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He turns around to find Allie already standing, slipping of her bathrobe too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view was &lt;strong&gt;breath taking&lt;/strong&gt;. Lucas doesn’t know whether it’s because of the light, or whatever, but as soon as Allie looked up and smiled, that smile &lt;strong&gt;took his breath away&lt;/strong&gt;. Allie was wearing a &lt;em&gt;skin tight&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dark blue&lt;/span&gt; swim suit, generally boasting her figure. Jessie was wearing a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red bikini&lt;/span&gt;, and although her figure was nicer than Allie’s, somehow Allie just looks more beautiful. Allie’s hair had been let down, no longer tied up behind her, her straight &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;brownish&lt;/span&gt; hair marvelously show cased her face. Her swim suit flaunted her shapely hips and her &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;well-proportioned breast&lt;/span&gt; too. Her alluring eyes met Lucas’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why? What’s wrong?” Oblivious to the fact that she is just &lt;strong&gt;STUNNINGLY BEAUTIFUL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh… nothing… Let’s… &lt;strong&gt;GET INTO THE POOL&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!” desperate to not let her notice he was staring, Lucas ran towards Allie, and before she got a chance to react, Lucas picked her up and plunged into the pool. Allie resurfaced screaming while Lucas laughed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“LUCAS!! YOU &lt;strong&gt;IDIOT&lt;/strong&gt;!”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, &lt;strong&gt;I am&lt;/strong&gt;.” Lucas still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When would the two of them stop staring at each other from a distance and just get together?” Jessie whispered to Alan.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t know, don’t care. At least&lt;strong&gt; WE&lt;/strong&gt; are not &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sexually deprived…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;Alan grinned sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;“Alan!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“YO!! GUYS!!!” Jack came running with Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;“You guys cannot believe the size of this ship!” Jack said excitedly. Jack Mason, 25, tall, dark and handsome. Although he is not considered hot by many, he certainly is called handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it bigger that your &lt;strong&gt;PENIS?&lt;/strong&gt;" Alan said while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah! And, wait, WHAT? &lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;. whatever." Jack's nostrils flared when he realized what Alan said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Get a life Alan! There’s so much to do too! There’s an indoor squash court, &lt;strong&gt;BOWLING ALLEYS&lt;/strong&gt; , swimming pools and so much more. My God, they have everything here!” Sarah Mason, 23, tall, slim and just as excited as her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;REALLY?&lt;/strong&gt; That’s &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;. I DIDN’T know that there are &lt;strong&gt;ACTIVITIES&lt;/strong&gt; on a &lt;strong&gt;CRUISE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;” Alan countered sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever. OH, did I tell you guys that there is a &lt;strong&gt;WORLD CLASS BUFFET&lt;/strong&gt; in the Main Restaurant? &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; for guest of the hotel!!!!!!” Jack was going to salivate anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay! Okay! We got you! Relax dude!” Lucas responded as he sees Jack about to “&lt;strong&gt;wet&lt;/strong&gt;” himself.&lt;br /&gt;“We’ll find time for all those stuff. In the mean time let’s relax in this pool.” Lucas got out from the pool, went behind Jack, and without him even noticing, &lt;strong&gt;pushed&lt;/strong&gt; him into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“WATER WRESTLING!!!”&lt;/strong&gt; Lucas plunged into the pool once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sigh… boys. They may never grow up!” Allie said sympathetically to Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, THAT is why they are called BOYS.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High above them, on the second level deck. The group didn’t notice a man staring at them. The man obviously has stood there for a long time, browsing through the people. Only this particular group caught his eye, playing n the water, the girls obviously caught his attention. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nice…real nice…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;his excitement showed in his eyes, with a burning &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;desire&lt;/span&gt; to touch the girls. Dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and khakis shorts, the man walked away, looking just like everyone else; a vacationer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drying up, the group decided to go to&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; the lounge&lt;/span&gt; for a drink, before heading back to their rooms to get ready for dinner. The lounge was located right in the middle of the grand ship, next to the hotel check in counter. The lounge itself was big. Beautifully decorated with coral designs on the walls and pillars, and small chandeliers brighten up the place. It was also heavily decorated with flowers too, giving the guest a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;romantic&lt;/span&gt; feel. The group was sitting at a corner table, one that is near the entrance, so they can see the kind of people walking all around the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey guys, wanna get some &lt;strong&gt;booze&lt;/strong&gt;?” Alan broad smile just provoking them take his offer.&lt;br /&gt;“Dude, its only &lt;strong&gt;4 pm&lt;/strong&gt;.” Jack stared at him disbelievingly.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m up for it!” Allie and Lucas said, almost at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re right. Come let’s drink to our&lt;strong&gt; trip&lt;/strong&gt;!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ordered &lt;strong&gt;two jugs&lt;/strong&gt; of ice-cold beer, and before they know it, they’ve &lt;strong&gt;finished both&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;“Alright guys, Jess and I are gonna go back to our room, see you guys tonight.” Alan took the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red-faced&lt;/span&gt; Jessie in his arms, and headed for the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The nerve of that guy! He knows Jessie can’t drink! He’s going to get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; from the half drunk Jess!” Sarah said disapprovingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aw, come on Sarah, she probably wants it more than he does!” Lucas defended Alan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; always stick together.” Allie bit her lip, thinking about what Alan and Jessie are going to in about minutes. &lt;em&gt;Wait, not minutes, &lt;strong&gt;SECONDS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ha-ha, come on Sarah, let’s go back to our room.” Jack yawned sleepily.&lt;br /&gt;“I wanna get some shut eye before dinner, heard there’s a club here too, we can go clubbing tonight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, see you guys later.” Jack and Sarah walked off to their room, leaving Lucas and Allie in the lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;WAIT&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;THEY NEVER TOLD ME I’M SLEEPING WITH YOU?!&lt;/strong&gt; Wait, &lt;em&gt;that came out wrong&lt;/em&gt;…” Allie &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;blushed&lt;/span&gt;, realizing the slip of her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;WHAT?&lt;/strong&gt; We’re sharing a room? Oh man… how am I gonna bring in &lt;strong&gt;chicks&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;THAT’s NOT THE POINT!”&lt;/strong&gt; Allie obviously &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;furious&lt;/span&gt; with that remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“BUT… oh well, bet it was all &lt;strong&gt;Alan’s&lt;/strong&gt; idea.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“MUST BE!!! I’m going to&lt;strong&gt; kill&lt;/strong&gt; him!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, you want me to get another room? I could get…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, no, that won’t be necessary, we can &lt;strong&gt;share&lt;/strong&gt; a room.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok. Promise you won’t try to &lt;strong&gt;grope&lt;/strong&gt; me!” Lucas winked at her, grinningly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Urrgh, &lt;strong&gt;dream on&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; stay away from me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ha-ha… whatever you say…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both headed for their room, little do they know, this is going to be a night that will change their lives forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end chapter 2-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250236-113284627851743045?l=recognitionofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/feeds/113284627851743045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250236&amp;postID=113284627851743045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/113284627851743045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/113284627851743045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/2005/11/chapter-2-too-much-to-do.html' title='Chapter 2 -too much to do-'/><author><name>marcus aremus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363933570356495728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/7278/640/muaha1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250236.post-113155234802656391</id><published>2005-11-09T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:14:40.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1 -beginnings-</title><content type='html'>“Lucas, &lt;em&gt;I’m scared&lt;/em&gt;…” Allie holds him tighter.&lt;br /&gt;“Its ok Allie, I’m here. I’m here for you.”&lt;br /&gt;Allie’s &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; is all over his hands… he tried desperately to apply pressure onto her wound, trying his best to avoid losing her by massive blood loss. As her blood kept pouring through his hands from her wound on her abdomen, he felt a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sharp&lt;/span&gt; pain coming from his own&lt;strong&gt; heart&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t go Allie, please don’t go, stay with me… come on… be &lt;strong&gt;strong&lt;/strong&gt;…”&lt;br /&gt;“Lucas… I can’t…I’m trying &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt;…but I…” she drifts into unconsciousness…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“NO… DON’T LET GO!! ALLIE!!! PLEASE ALLIE… DON’T DO THIS!!!”&lt;/strong&gt; Lucas can’t stop his tears now… his tears flow down strong and hard… Each drop filled with memories and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I love you… Lucas…”&lt;/em&gt; Her hand&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; lifelessly&lt;/span&gt; drops away from his.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;NO!! ALLIE!! NO!!!!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Hey! Boy!&lt;/strong&gt; We’re here. Wake up. U owe me 10.45”&lt;br /&gt;“Huh? What?” Lucas woke up, realizing it was just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;“WE ARE HERE. Now pay up.” The cab driver says rudely.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, ok! Keep your damn pantyhose up. Here.” Lucas pays the man, took his luggage and walked towards the pier. In the distance he sees the majestic &lt;strong&gt;SS. St Maria.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm, that was a dream?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;But it seems so &lt;strong&gt;real.&lt;/strong&gt; Oh well, I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; have a great imagination.&lt;/em&gt; But somehow the realism of his dream startled him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;LUCAS!!!&lt;/strong&gt; You’re late!” Allie’s voice snaps him back to reality. Seeing his friends, he dropped the whole dream issue out of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;“Dude!! What took you, man?? sometimes i wonder who you were brought up, always being late.” a young man with blond hair slaps his back.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, hey, Alan. &lt;strong&gt;It's nature, not nurtue&lt;/strong&gt;. The &lt;strong&gt;necessity &lt;/strong&gt;to sleep kept me.” Alan Brickfield. His best friend since high school, used to play in the football team with him.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello Lucas!” Hmm, Jessie Sanders, Alan’s &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; girlfriend. &lt;em&gt;God damn! She looks hot today.&lt;/em&gt; Jessie Sanders has a petite but shapely body, very cute face with long wavy brown hair dangling on her shoulders. She is like those lingerie models you see in magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where’s the other two?” Lucas was referring to Jack and Sarah Mason, brother and sister; he has been friends with them since high school too.&lt;br /&gt;“They already boarded the ship. They got bored waiting for &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;, so they went ahead to checked in for us. They said they were going to look around and see what’s there to do during the cruise.” Allie replied angrily.&lt;br /&gt;“Aw, come on Allie, I wasn’t &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; late.” Lucas said innocently. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn, she’s beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie is 23 too, and Lucas wasn’t wrong when he said that she was beautiful. Her long dark brown hair tied up behind her, showing her beautiful face with a charming set of eyes, eyes that seems to catches the light when she’s outdoors. She was wearing a baby-T with denim shorts which complimented her figure generously. Since she always loved to jog, she was very fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, forget it. Leave it to you to try to ruin our trip. Let’s go.” Allie walked off just like that.&lt;br /&gt;“Damn, she’s a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feisty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one isn’t she? “ Alan nudge Lucas with his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;“Why don’t you guys just get it over with and fucked?”&lt;br /&gt;“Damn it Alan. We are &lt;strong&gt;JUST FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;OKAY&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Whatever&lt;/em&gt;.” Alan rolls his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Alan’s right you know.” Jessie bugged in.&lt;br /&gt;“Aw, not you too Jess…”&lt;br /&gt;“Well, there is chemistry without a doubt between you two.”&lt;br /&gt;“Come on, Jess, we’ve known each other since we were kids.”&lt;br /&gt;“And the problem is? I don’t see the point?”&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever, let those two &lt;em&gt;suckers&lt;/em&gt; work it out themselves, let’s go already!” Alan barked.&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;They walked towards the boat that was going to ferry them to the ship. The talked about Allie made him worry about his dream again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas and Allie go way back, when Allie first moved into Lucas’ neighborhood, they were only 5 years old. Her family moved into the house directly across of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a beautiful autumn day, 5 year old Lucas was playing with his toy pull-along horse (those sticks with a horse’s head) in his front yard. Wearing a cowboy hat, he was running around, yelling “&lt;strong&gt;HEE-HAW&lt;/strong&gt;!!”, as if he was a real cowboy. He was oblivious to the beautiful scenery around him. The trees has shed their &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;dark green&lt;/span&gt; colors, in return replacing them with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bright colors&lt;/span&gt;. They looked like nature’s very own fireworks displays, their dazzling colors glow with the sun. The leaves fall with the blowing of the wind, gently falling to the ground around Lucas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;brown Sedan&lt;/span&gt; drove in from a corner, followed by two moving trucks. Lucas watch in astonishment for a moment, and went back to playing his game. The car stopped across the road from Lucas’ house, and that’s when it really caught his attention. The boy say down on his lawn and watch as the moving trucks stopped closely behind. The car door opened, and a couple came out, smiling broadly. The men from the moving trucks came out as well, working fast and efficiently, moving all the things from the truck into the house. The couple that came out earlier disappeared into the house. Lucas wondered what kind of people they are. Just when Lucas was about to continue his little cowboy game, the passenger seat door of the Sedan opened, and a little girl came out. She was in a pretty floral dress, holding a teddy bear, looking as &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;shy&lt;/span&gt; as ever. She looked around for a moment, and went and sat on the steps of her house, hugging her teddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas blushed… and ran inside of the house.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;MOMMY!!! MOMMY!!!!!!!!!”&lt;/strong&gt; he yelled as he ran inside.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, my little cowboy? What is it? Are you hurt? Are you ok?” his mom came running worriedly.&lt;br /&gt;“No, I’m not hurt mommy… mommy, mommy, I think I saw an &lt;strong&gt;ANGEL&lt;/strong&gt;!!”&lt;br /&gt;His mom relaxed and smiled. “I thought you’ve gotten hurt or something, so you saw an angel, did you now?”&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;YES!! Oh YES!!&lt;/strong&gt; Come see!! She is so pretty! It’s just like those stories you’ve told me!”&lt;br /&gt;“And just where did you see this angel?”&lt;br /&gt;“There! There!” He pointed to across the street. His mom looked outside and saw the girl sitting there alone.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my, we have some new neighbors, why don’t you go talk to that angel?”&lt;br /&gt;“But…but…”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be shy now… they’re our new neighbors, go welcome the angel, why not ask her to play with you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Ok mommy… I’ll go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas ran outside again, dragging his toy horse with him. His mom smiled and thought that she has the cutest little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas walked across the street, and stood in front of the little girl’s house. He looked around, as if pretending to look for something. The little girl just stared at him. When their eyes met, Lucas blushed. He took out all his courage, and walked towards the little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi! I’m Lukas, what’s your name?”&lt;br /&gt;“Err. Hello. My name is Allie.” She blushed.&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;“Are you an angel? Where are your wings?” Lucas suddenly blurted out.&lt;br /&gt;“Who? Me? No, I’m not you silly head. Daddy says angels live in the sky.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not a silly head you are! My mommy says that angels are the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;prettiest&lt;/span&gt; things in the world… and I…” he blushed when he realized what he just said. Allie did the same.&lt;br /&gt;Silence…&lt;br /&gt;“Err, so you want to play? I’m playing cowboys.”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want to be a cowboy.”&lt;br /&gt;“Now you’re the &lt;strong&gt;silly head&lt;/strong&gt;! You can’t be the cow boy. You’re a girl.”&lt;br /&gt;“Hmrf. Then what can I be?”&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm, you can be the girl I rescue from the bad guys! That’s what cowboys do”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, can teddy play too?”&lt;br /&gt;“Aw, ok bring him along; he can be the bad guy!”&lt;br /&gt;“HEY! Teddy is nice!”&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, ok!” they had a great time playing, and their families became fast friends, and that’s when their relationship started to grew, even when their just little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cab stopped in front of the pier. The Hunter dressed in Hawaiian floral shirts and khakis, just like most of the people there, came out, holding two suitcases. He smiled. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So… this is the ship. Simply beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He looked around, scanning for targets. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With so many people, I’ll just take my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He paid the cabbie and walked towards the pier. He boarded the ferrying boat, and sat at a corner. Enjoying the summer sea breeze. He noticed the people around him are all smiling broadly, awaiting the adventure they were about to have. A group of four, two girls and two guys, across him was laughing out loud. They looked like they were really enjoying themselves. As the boat began moving out of the pier, towards the ship, he smiled to himself. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m going to enjoy this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250236-113155234802656391?l=recognitionofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/feeds/113155234802656391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250236&amp;postID=113155234802656391' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/113155234802656391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/113155234802656391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/2005/11/chapter-1-beginnings.html' title='Chapter 1 -beginnings-'/><author><name>marcus aremus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363933570356495728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/7278/640/muaha1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250236.post-113129193302095747</id><published>2005-11-06T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:16:43.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>prologue -waves-</title><content type='html'>-Some where in a warehouse in town-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ominous figure lurks in a warehouse. No one knows his name, for he never stuck with one for too long. He smiled in the dark, as he packed his suit case.&lt;em&gt; A cruise? Ha-ha what luck! Time to hunt.&lt;/em&gt; He has come to known by the police as “&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Hunter&lt;/span&gt;”. He IS a professional hunter, and his preys… human beings. His “work” often baffled the police. They were never able to figure out his motives, or his next moves. He was always one step ahead of the police. All his “preys” were often different, as in they do not connect at all. He shows no motive, no specific victim and leaves no murder weapon. He simply enjoys the hunt, the kill. His victims were often left in a pool of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;. What disgust the public most was that this “hunter” strikes in places full of people, and his killings are often gruesome and cruel. The only thing he leaves for the police to find is his mark, a bull’s eye on the left arm of the victim. Men and women never escaped his knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at his watch. &lt;em&gt;Its time. Hehehe. I can hardly wait.&lt;/em&gt; He picked up 2 suitcases. One filled with his everyday changed of clothes, and another, his plastic knifes. Sharp as ever, undetectable by metal detectors. He walked to a street, hailed a cab and headed for the cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was shining brightly into Lucas’ apartment early in the morning. The sun rays creep from his window towards his bed as the sun rises.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RRRIINNNGGG… RRRRIIIINNNGGG…RRRRIINNGG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;The alarm clock rang loudly, as punctual as ever. Lucas’s hand slaps the alarm clock from his bedside table, where it stood to the floor, the annoying ringing stopped instantly. &lt;em&gt;Damn it.&lt;strong&gt; 5&lt;/strong&gt; more minutes, then I’ll get up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RRIINGGG… RIINNGG…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DAMN IT!! What the hell?&lt;/em&gt; This time, it was the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Lucas reached for the phone as he looks at the clock he slapped to the floor earlier. It was 8 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello?”&lt;br /&gt;“Lucas? Lucas, GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! You’re going to be late!!”&lt;br /&gt;“Allie? What? Aw… come on. 5 more minutes…”&lt;br /&gt;“Come on!! We’re supposed to be at the docks at 8.30. Do you want to be left behind?”&lt;br /&gt;“If I get to sleep some more, I wouldn’t mind.”&lt;br /&gt;“LUCAS ANDERSON!”&lt;br /&gt;“Just kidding! Just kidding! Ok, ok, I’m up.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you dare to be late.” The phone clicked. She hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas got up, stretched around for a little bit, and headed for the bath room. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas and 5 of his friends had planned this trip for weeks now, and Allie being one of them, wasn’t going to let him screw this up. They brought tickets for the St. Maria. A luxurious cruise line that they could not have been able to afford if they did not worked it. It was a well deserved break from college for all of them. In the bathroom, he looked at himself in the full body mirror. &lt;em&gt;Hmm, not bad. Bet the &lt;strong&gt;bikini babes&lt;/strong&gt; won’t be able to resist this&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas Anderson, 23, in his final year in college. He was 6 foot; well build body, not too muscular. With dark brown hair, surfer style and hazel colored eyes. Basically, he’s a great “girl hunter” candidate. Although it seems like it, but he isn’t the type. Deep down, he knows who his heart belongs to. &lt;em&gt;Hmm, I wonder if Allie is REALLY angry. &lt;strong&gt;Oh well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He loved teasing her, for she reacts in the cutest ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allyson Davis. His childhood friend since… God knows when. It seemed like he knew her since forever. He smiled thinking about the conversation they had just now. He looked at his wall clock. 8.20. &lt;em&gt;Holy crap! I’m &lt;strong&gt;gonna&lt;/strong&gt; be late&lt;/em&gt;. He grabbed his suit case and ran out the door. Lucky he packed last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;end prologue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250236-113129193302095747?l=recognitionofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/feeds/113129193302095747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250236&amp;postID=113129193302095747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/113129193302095747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/113129193302095747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/2005/11/prologue-waves.html' title='prologue -waves-'/><author><name>marcus aremus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363933570356495728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/7278/640/muaha1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250236.post-113069932293981796</id><published>2005-10-30T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T11:08:42.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dudez n dudettes</title><content type='html'>ok ppl. here i go. made the decision to..&lt;br /&gt;start&lt;br /&gt;an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~my new hobby, muahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be making one post a week. so strap urselfs, n be prepare for a joyride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, on the things i have done the last week... the most interesting thing was that i went to the zouk halloween party. WAS&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; MAN.&lt;br /&gt;my costume was GODLIKE. lol will be posting some pics soon ciaoz ppl. be prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250236-113069932293981796?l=recognitionofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/feeds/113069932293981796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250236&amp;postID=113069932293981796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/113069932293981796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/113069932293981796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/2005/10/dudez-n-dudettes.html' title='dudez n dudettes'/><author><name>marcus aremus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363933570356495728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/7278/640/muaha1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250236.post-112980442362228407</id><published>2005-10-20T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T03:33:43.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>nothing much happened this few days, just that got loads of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ASS&lt;/span&gt;ignments to finish. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;i know i've promise pics.. n it will be up soon..(&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WAIT LAR SAMUEL OH&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's todays funstuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Peter bought a butter,&lt;br /&gt;The butter Peter bought was bitter,&lt;br /&gt;So Peter Bought A better butter,&lt;br /&gt;To make the bitter butter better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much wood would a woodchuck chuck&lt;br /&gt;if a woodchuck could chuck wood?&lt;br /&gt;He would chuck, he would, as much as he could,&lt;br /&gt;and chuck as much wood as a wood chuck would&lt;br /&gt;if a woodchuck could chuck wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty Botter had some butter,&lt;br /&gt;But, she said, "this butter's bitter.&lt;br /&gt;If I bake this bitter butter, it would make my batter bitter.&lt;br /&gt;But a bit of better butter that would make my batter better.&lt;br /&gt;So she bought a bit of butter,better than her bitter butter,&lt;br /&gt;And she baked it in her batter,and the batter was not bitter.&lt;br /&gt;So 'twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. See owned a saw.&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. Soar owned a seesaw.&lt;br /&gt;Now See's saw sawed Soar's seesaw&lt;br /&gt;Before Soar saw See, Which made Soar sore.&lt;br /&gt;Had Soar seen See's saw before See sawed Soar's seesaw,&lt;br /&gt;See's saw would not have sawed Soar's seesaw.&lt;br /&gt;So See's saw sawed Soar's seesaw. But it was sad to see Soar so sore&lt;br /&gt;Just because See's saw sawed Soar's seesaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept me occupied for a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;good few minutes&lt;/span&gt;, knock urselves out.&lt;br /&gt;-peaceout-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250236-112980442362228407?l=recognitionofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112980442362228407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250236&amp;postID=112980442362228407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/112980442362228407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/112980442362228407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/2005/10/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>marcus aremus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363933570356495728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/7278/640/muaha1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250236.post-112921338788036027</id><published>2005-10-13T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T07:28:29.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmm... what's the deal with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the dictionary states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fq%3Dlove"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( P ) &lt;a class="linksrc" title="Click for guide to symbols." onclick="ahdpop();return false;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/ahd4/pronkey.html"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (lv)n.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;An intense emotional attachment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A person who is the object of deep or intense affection or attraction; beloved. Often used as a term of endearment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm, if there's so much meaning to the word love, then why is still that none of us understand it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;why do people get together for the sake of love, but end up losing and hurting each other. perhaps the dictionary forgotten two very important part. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;         5. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;pain / suffering&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;         6.&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; sadness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i believe, we must feel pain and sadness, before we can feel true love. we can't see it, we can't smell it, we can't touch it. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;then how do we know that its there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we feel it. in our &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hearts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so hang in there, people in despair. love is coming your way, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i ne'er was struck before that hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With love so sudden and so sweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And stole away my heart complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;its funny. i still have no idea what is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-the poem is from a nicholas sparks book - the notebook -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250236-112921338788036027?l=recognitionofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112921338788036027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250236&amp;postID=112921338788036027' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/112921338788036027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/112921338788036027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm-love.html' title='hmm love?'/><author><name>marcus aremus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363933570356495728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/7278/640/muaha1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250236.post-112921128152147028</id><published>2005-10-13T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T06:50:00.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmm, got this from somewhere in the net. enjoy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the corner I have a friend,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this great city that has no end,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet the days go by and weeks rushed on,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And before you know it, a year is gone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i never see my old friends face,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For life is a swift and terrible race,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He knows I like him just as well,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As in the days when i rang his bell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And he rang mine but we were younger then,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now we are busy, tired men.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tired of playing a foolish game,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tired of trying to make a name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tomorrow" I say! "i will call on Jim"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just to how that i'm thinking of him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And distance between us grows and grows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the corner, yet miles away,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Here's a telegram, sir" " &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jim died today&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that's what we get and deserve in the end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the corner, a vanished friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember to always say what you mean.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you love someone, tell them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't be afraid to express yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because when you decide that it is the right time,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it might be too late&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250236-112921128152147028?l=recognitionofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112921128152147028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250236&amp;postID=112921128152147028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/112921128152147028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/112921128152147028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm-got-this-from-somewhere-in-net.html' title=''/><author><name>marcus aremus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363933570356495728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/7278/640/muaha1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250236.post-112896097158297828</id><published>2005-10-10T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:20:28.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abs baby abs</title><content type='html'>yio wassup, sorry ppl, i know i suck in updating blogs...dun worry, from this moment on i vow to update my blog &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;EVERY THREE DAYS&lt;/span&gt;. I SWEAR!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all i want to say... &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAMMIT SAMUEL OH&lt;/span&gt;, stupid lame JOKES &lt;&lt;a href="http://www.euhock.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.euhock.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&gt; ... what a disappointing answer... confirm u gonna suffer next time i see you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what people,i took up gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS to &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;SANDRA TOCK, YEEMING, GWYNETH AND STEPHANIE THOMAS&lt;/span&gt; for dragging me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun worry its not the gay gay type, i'm jsut there to learn the back flips, hand spring and stuff, those cool moves. suprisingly enjoyable experience lol&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the first day nearly killed me. unlucky me, they just doubled the strength training, my god.. CAN DIE WEI!!!.. sit ups like crazy... all the strength training, jsut thinking bout it gives me chillz.. training is every sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly, my breakdancing changed to every monday. ( NO THANKS TO SAMUEL OH THE GAY ). EVEN MORE STRENGTH TRAINING ... today i came back.. and i couldn walk properly, couldn talk properly, couldn laugh, CANNOT EVEN SMILE. uuurgghhh, dun worry.. this means the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rock hard eight packs&lt;/span&gt; is no longer a dream (&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;which is good news for you, ladies&lt;/span&gt;) ahahahahhahaha . here's a preview of the first two weeks. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/382/1406/1600/IMAGE_00044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/382/1406/320/IMAGE_00044.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahhahha dun worry, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;this sucks&lt;/span&gt;. gimme another &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3 weeks&lt;/span&gt;. ROCK HARD EIGHT PACKS. (&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;now, aren't u happy for me, u hot chickas out there?,&lt;/span&gt; n btw, samuel oh, dun be gay)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250236-112896097158297828?l=recognitionofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112896097158297828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250236&amp;postID=112896097158297828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/112896097158297828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/112896097158297828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/2005/10/abs-baby-abs.html' title='abs baby abs'/><author><name>marcus aremus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363933570356495728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/7278/640/muaha1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250236.post-112782476844124965</id><published>2005-09-27T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T05:57:56.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~me is loving college~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;wooooohooooooo wassup hommies.. its been a while(more like a month) since i last blogged LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to all you nagging, complaining, nbtd people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am loving college baby, great friends, great chicks(not you sammo,haha jk jk), great lecturers, great subjects(maybe not bio, LOL). although i've been really really busy with all the college shit n all...i AM STILL LOVING IT! HAH!! to all you ppl who said college sucks,,,,, IN YOUR FACE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a list of the ppl i "LOVE" in my college baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GAYVEEN&lt;/span&gt; bak kut teh&lt;br /&gt;2. samantha ho.(hmm, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sam da man&lt;/span&gt;, maybe not. LOSER! jk jk)&lt;br /&gt;3. denesh(mr. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;marijuana&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;4. yiran(blur n stupid.&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; BEN DANNN&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;5. Nicole &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wat Bei See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cynthia &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sik Bei See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. all the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; girls in help institute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooohoooo wooohooooo will be posting up pics of me peeps really really soon... stay tuned!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250236-112782476844124965?l=recognitionofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112782476844124965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250236&amp;postID=112782476844124965' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/112782476844124965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/112782476844124965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/2005/09/me-is-loving-college.html' title='~me is loving college~'/><author><name>marcus aremus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363933570356495728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/7278/640/muaha1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250236.post-112548998787691363</id><published>2005-08-31T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T05:06:27.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BURFDAY ROXX!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOOHOOOO finally LEGAL!!!! thanks EVERYONE who made this my best burfday yet!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST!!!! love YA ALL!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/382/1406/1600/IMG_1582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/382/1406/320/IMG_1582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/382/1406/1600/IMG_1551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/382/1406/320/IMG_1551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/382/1406/1600/IMG_1546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/382/1406/320/IMG_1546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/382/1406/1600/IMG_1539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/382/1406/320/IMG_1539.jpg" border="0" 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250236&amp;postID=112548998787691363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/112548998787691363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/112548998787691363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/2005/08/burfday-roxx.html' title='BURFDAY ROXX!!!!'/><author><name>marcus aremus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363933570356495728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/7278/640/muaha1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250236.post-112461432517469217</id><published>2005-08-20T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T04:47:14.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/382/1406/1600/bored%20fuck2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/382/1406/200/bored%20fuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;greetings~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;its your lovable author here. missed me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm... here's the new blog you annoying mofos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;still trying to figure out what to write here, how bout giving me a lil idea on what you guys want to read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;to all my previous blog faithful fans...sorry for ending the previous blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hope this new one can live up to the fame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to all new readers....please visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://foriammarcus.blogs.friendster.com/storyofme/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://foriammarcus.blogs.friendster.com/storyofme/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;... start from chapter 1 please, so that you know the ins and outs of your lovable author.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, leave some comments on what do you guys want to read in this new blog. i have a new concept of making this a part blog/part novel thingy... so just help out a bit, let me know what you guys think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, moving on...here's today's gay submission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it is 4 am. yet, i'm still awake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;as i sit here, recollecting my memories, i realised... everything is passing by in an instant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;as time passes me by, unforgiving, not waiting for anything or anyone... i become afraid. scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm scared that i can't keep up, afraid of being left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i see my friends. each becoming more beautiful and wise in each passing day. yet i am still here, alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone has grown, having own lives now. i feel myself being forgotten, erased from past memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i had a dream recently, or should i say a nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;in this dream, i am in the middle of a field. a huge field fill with beautiful flowers. flowers of all kinds.. the scenery was breath taking. and around me... i see my friends. each of them grown up, beautiful and mature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;then they started running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;through the fields they ran...hand in hand... i chased. but never seem to catch up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;each time i feel myself within a grasp away, they moved beyond my reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;then they stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;they turned around and called for me... but even though they're not moving, i still can't keep up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;as their voices become faint....my vision blurred....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;in my bed, i sit there pondering about that dream. trying not to think anymore, i picked up my guitar and started playing...playing random rhythms... trying to forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;suddenly, a memory from within broke through. it was last year, christmas day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was back in KL with a 3 day break from National Service. christmas day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was in Lot 10, walking towards star hill. alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i see lots of people rushing by, not waiting for time, as to trying not to miss out opportunities in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;then i see couples... lots of them...walking in each other arms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;for the first time in a long time, i feel lonesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;then i realised, its been three years since i celebrated christmas eve, new years eve with anyone at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i remembered the days where all my friends were out celebrating, having fun, and i was stuck working at my father's pub. lonesome days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wondered, when will i be able to celebrate my christmas with my other half?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;back in my room, 4.45 am.. still awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know why, but i feel so alone that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;what will the future bring me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;more sadness and sorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i do not dare to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't help but feel a tear rolling down my cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss my father, my stepmother, and especially my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;who were all in the US, hope they are doing great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am worried for my mom, who's in the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am worried for my stepfather, for he is working more than he could handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am worried for my younger brother's and sister's future, will they turn out fine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but most of all, i am worried for my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish with all my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;that whatever sorrows in life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever disappointments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;be bestowed upon me, and not my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i no longer need to keep up, i just wish my friends will continue to thrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm... its 5.30 now. maybe i should get some sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~the measure of love, is love without measure. In life there are very rare chances that you'll meet the person you love and loves you in return for who you are. So once you have it, don't ever let it go, the chance might never come your way again. i found this love among my friends, where is yours?~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250236-112461432517469217?l=recognitionofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112461432517469217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250236&amp;postID=112461432517469217' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/112461432517469217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/112461432517469217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/2005/08/redemption.html' title='redemption'/><author><name>marcus aremus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363933570356495728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/7278/640/muaha1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250236.post-112444397696541222</id><published>2005-08-19T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T02:32:56.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/7278/640/muaha1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/7278/320/muaha1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mua&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250236-112444397696541222?l=recognitionofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112444397696541222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250236&amp;postID=112444397696541222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/112444397696541222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250236/posts/default/112444397696541222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recognitionofme.blogspot.com/2005/08/mua.html' title=''/><author><name>marcus aremus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363933570356495728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/7278/640/muaha1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
