THE END of the BEGINNING

 It’s been over a year now since I’ve started this blog of mine. How time passes just like that *marc clicks fingers... sadly, no sound is produced*.  I think back of those entries which I poured my heart and soul out, some entries too honest for the general public’s eyes, some unintentionally humorous entries, and some which I regret posting.

 I’ve come to that point where, I think it’s time for the secret life of… Marc to come to an end. You might say that I’ve lost the passion, or maybe that my non-blogging-ness makes me realise how un-eventful my life is, or time isn't on my side when it comes to xanga, or that personal conflicts in my head does not permit me to carry on.

 But I’ve reached that stage where I think that I have shared enough of my life-story with my friends, and, with some people who I don’t know personally, but would consider a ‘friend’ as their support and frankness with their comments on my site truly makes me feel that there is a sense of concern… oh, and not forgetting to mention those people who read but don’t reveal themselves.

 I shan’t waste anymore time. I will end here. Just finally thanking everyone who reads my site and leaves comments. You don’t realise how every single comment makes me feel appreciated (sad but true). Truly blog-therapy. But I think I am treated, and I can move on with my life.

 Catchaz.

 Marc.

p.s. Don’t worry, I’m not dying (well, not that I know of anyway)… if any of you are wondering. But I will continue to comment on my fellow xangarian sites. Thanx u guys!

10 hrs

 evil MSN lady

 You know that you’ve been using MSN (or even the computer for that matter) too much, when in real life when you give an evil look to a friend, and you say, “Marc giving the evil eye” to that person.

 Speaking of MSN, as some of you may have realised, I haven’t been MSN-ing much, or even going on the internet… it’s not that I’m studying(of how I wish that were the case), but it’s cos my laptop is fully virus-ated, such that I have to use my brother’s comp which only has internet access. *sigh* . It really is true when they say, you only realise the good thing you have when it’s gone…

 Okay. Got some news! For those that KNOW me, I highly recommend that there is a friend or a relative near by, as I will not be held responsible if what I say shocks you so much, so much so until you faint… are you ready?

 I went to the gym. *gasp!!* That’s right! you read right!! If you haven’t fainted, I would like to ask you to close your mouth. Now, before we get any ideas that I VOLUNTARILY joined the gym, I went there yesterday cos I had a FREE week’s trial. So, I might as well take advantage of it right?

 So here’s how it went. Not that many people. Mainly dominated by old-fogies on the treadmill or the bicycle thingees and the exercise machines, while there was another section of all the buff guys doing weights and watnots.

 So I thought that I would take my first gym experience easy and do some walking exercises first. Then I casually proceeded to the exercise machines. Looking as if I knew what I was doing, I tried covering at least half of the machines.

 As I said, mostly old people were using these machines, so you could imagine how out of place I felt. Anyway, I went on this machine after this old granny got up. I didn’t bother to change the weight because, well, of the obvious reason… well, turned out that things aren’t as OBVIOUS as it may seem. For cryin’ out loud, I could hardly move that machine as the weights were too heavy! I think I must’ve torn a few shoulder muscles thinking that it was light-weight! grrrrrrrr….

 Though my arms were half-paralysed after that stunt I pulled, I swear, I could sense that old lady staring at me and snickering to herself. So, me being all macho and watnot, tried the machine again without changing the weight. Yarp. FULLY-paralysed.

 Went back home.

12 hrs

 softly cursed dilemma

 You know when you haven’t been eating chocolates in a LOOOOOOOONG time when you pop one in your mouth, start chewing, and then say to yourself, “eh, so soft. How come it’s not crispy?”.

 Anyway, for those of you who have cursed me about my four-day long weekend, well, you will be a BIT satisfied to know, that it is now a THREE-day weekend. THAT’S RIGHT!!! It’s all your fault… *sigh*.. what did I do to deserve this?! WHAT??!?!?!

 Well, to be honest, I could still make it for days… heh heh heh… so before you start parading ‘round your computer desk, I have a dilemma regarding this. You see… the THING is… I CAN fit this particular tutorial which I have on a Monday, into my Wednesday timetable right. No drama there.

 The thing is… well… my tutor for Monday explains the unit pretty well. I mean, he goes through the basics, emphasises the important stuff that we need to know, goes at a nice and easy pace, and gives everyone a chance to participate.

 However, this other tutor on Wednesday, who is ALSO brilliant (cos he’s smart and all), expects us to know-KNOW our stuff. I mean, he’ll go into detail about this certain topic and he assumes we know the basics, hence, he doesn’t go THROUGH the basics. Oh, and in his class, there are like all these loud people who over-shadow everyone else, as well as a few people who have already had experience in this field.

 So I guess my problem is… should I go for the better learning experience (which by the way, involves like a whole HOUR just to get to and from uni for that SINGLE class), or just take it easy, get a four-day weekend (after saying that, I think I know your answers), fully sleep in on Monday’s, which means MORE TV TIME!!! WHOOTS!

 Dilemma dilemma dilemma…

7 hrs

Forgive Me

Forgive me,

If I don’t talk to you

Forgive me,

If I don’t look at you.

Forgive me,

If I seemed to have ignored you,

Forgive me,

If I seemed to have hurt you.

But most of all,

Please forgive me,

For even thinking I could put my trust in you.

sick

Yarp, it’s that time of the year again, where the flu is being spread in the hood, and if u ain’t got the flu, u ain’t no one. hahahaha. Yarp, that’s homie-G way of talking… yarmeeeeeeeeeeeeen?!?!?! (translated to: “you know what I mean?”)  hah hah hah… Nuh, just a little tickle in the throat, the sniffles, and I can feel a bit of the cough comin’ soon. *sigh* Hate getting sick.

Anyway, this week has been great. Watched SPIDERMAN2, SHREK 1.5 (3-D), SHREK 2, and TROY (yes, I know, a BIT late right… well, at least I had friends who wouldn’t mind watching it with me), had a surprise party for NATASHA (and when I mean SURPRISE, I MEAN surprised! Like the oh-my-goodness-I-had-no-idea-AT-ALL kind of surprise! ahahahha… Thank goodness for the blur-osity in the world!! whoots!)

10 hrs

it’s started

Yes, uni has started. Timetable is pretty good. Two days off. Monday and Friday. Yes. HATE ME, HATE ME! MUAHha ahh ahaHAHAH aha hhah….. Nuh, but come on… it’s my final semester… I think I deserve a LITTLE kindness, no? hahaha. But before you all start trying to kill me when I am sleeping *looks at Jessie*, I was allocated a tute on MONDAY. So there. U all feel better?!

So had all my classes already. I have to say, I’m pretty happy with all my lecturers.

Applied Financial Management (AFM): Quite a nice dude. The only thing I’m worried about is that it’s his first time being our unit coordinator, and I’m not sure if he knows his thAngs… but he sure is hell considerate… like, very concerned about us. I like… and how he is practically GIVING us 5%. Hope that goes well.

Auditing : Not too sure about this unit. Seems pretty common sense, but knowing me, my sense isn’t that common… and my lecturer does have a cool accent, but she seems rather dull… and 8am start! I WILL SURVIVE!!!

Company Law: I really like my lecturer cos he gave me a really good tutorial mark when I was in his tute last year for ITL. That’s it. AHAHAHAH. Jkjk. Nuh, he explains things pretty well.. so, can’t complain.

Tradings in Securities Markets (TSM): I was so hoping my asian lecturer would have an accent… it would be so cool… but sadly, he doesn’t. *sigh* oh well. But he seems to know what he is on about… though, he talks pretty fast. I’m tempted to tell him that he speaks too fast and that I want him to slow it down, but I don’t want to tell him at the expense of the lecture being longer… talk about priorities eh! Ahahah.