<?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-884796723559573014</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:52:03.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jpeg files</title><subtitle type='html'>something for someone who I don't know</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-5882584569199058897</id><published>2009-02-09T21:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:07:12.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anatomy time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-5882584569199058897?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5882584569199058897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=5882584569199058897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/5882584569199058897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/5882584569199058897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/anatomy-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-4151662817608960189</id><published>2009-01-25T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:22:01.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted in ages, I will write more stuff really soon. Been busy with asshole school and such. Twitter is the best way to see what I'm doing, so follow me on there. Somebody should help me out with how to post medium size photos from flick onto here, cause they come up very large when I try to do it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-4151662817608960189?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4151662817608960189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=4151662817608960189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/4151662817608960189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/4151662817608960189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-i-havent-posted-in-ages-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-4174450567167373028</id><published>2009-01-02T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:06:00.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 12 of 2008</title><content type='html'>Sorry I didn't post anything for awhile.&lt;div&gt;I don't want to call myself a movie geek or anything close to that, but I've seen a number of movies this year. I wanted to make my top movies of 2008 list, but I couldn't settle just on 10 due to my total miserable indecisiveness so I expended the list to 12 movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't see high-rated movies like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doubt, Vicky Christina Barcelona, Frost/Nixon, Let The Right One In, Milk, Timecrimes, The Wrestler, Man On Wire, and My Winnipeg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of this movies are my favorites and might not be an award-winning ones. Me and my friend Kenzi will make a video blog about our top movies with greater details explaining our picks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are going from 12 to 1..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Step Brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Hellboy II: The Golden Army&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Ghost Town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. WALL-E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Boy A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. In Bruges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The Dark Knight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Iron Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Cloverfield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Burn After Reading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Video is coming soon, so be somewhat excited =o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-4174450567167373028?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4174450567167373028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=4174450567167373028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/4174450567167373028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/4174450567167373028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2009/01/top-12-of-2008.html' title='Top 12 of 2008'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-8002965404511845051</id><published>2008-12-14T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:25:42.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahoy for not shaving my facial hair off any time soon&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;atmosphere. when life gives you lemons, you paint shit gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listening &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-8002965404511845051?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8002965404511845051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=8002965404511845051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/8002965404511845051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/8002965404511845051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahoy-for-not-shaving-my-facial-hair-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-2608625084421062899</id><published>2008-12-08T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:48:09.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in-my-mind quote of the day: "even your face is annoying, bitch."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-2608625084421062899?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-7758499221868034724</id><published>2008-11-30T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:17:58.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bullshit two final weeks. I realized people talk about themselves too much, I mean its all good but you don't have to give me every detail of your life. If I wanted that, then you would be my wife. I try not to talk about myself. Apparently I have sandpaper face, which could be good to defend myself and shit, I guess? I want to edit photos but plainly don't have time. I, I, I, IIIIIII, lets you Mark. Mark is an asshole because he assumes that one girl on friday night at brewed means she's intentionally unhappy, and purposefully didn't have any plans, or just hate her friends. Mark needs to see his friends more. Mark needs to, you know, trust. Moms love Mark. Panera is the place to scope out hot as gay guy weiners MILFs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Haley and Kenzi for inviting Mark to wonderful dinners, it was grand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foggy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-7758499221868034724?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7758499221868034724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=7758499221868034724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/7758499221868034724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/7758499221868034724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/11/bullshit-two-final-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-7080297352166140132</id><published>2008-11-24T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:03:08.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets write one of those deeply apathetic, moronic, assholish, hypocritical, and sexual books. Where you can make up stories to make yourself more of an asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-7080297352166140132?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7080297352166140132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=7080297352166140132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/7080297352166140132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/7080297352166140132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-write-one-of-those-deeply.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-5688871299232668330</id><published>2008-11-16T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:21:17.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3135/3033743781_74eec1ee7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3135/3033743781_74eec1ee7e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good ride today, nice weather. Stoked for new Manchester Orchestra and Right Away Great Captain albums, I wanna fall back in love with Andy Hull. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-5688871299232668330?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5688871299232668330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=5688871299232668330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/5688871299232668330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/5688871299232668330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-ride-today-nice-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3135/3033743781_74eec1ee7e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-3598068236697839930</id><published>2008-11-04T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:00:00.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to borders tonight. As I walked up to the register I was caring a book titled apathy, and I, myself looked pretty apathetic. The girl who was really nice told me that Obama just won, I smiled, she was happy as I don't know what. I just said "yeah". and she was all like "good, bad?". "Good", I hated myself for looking so apathetic in front of that very happy person. "Have a good night", "you too".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New president I guess, cool. His speech was pretty amazing I must say, very powerful and he touched on many nuances of us problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-3598068236697839930?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3598068236697839930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=3598068236697839930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/3598068236697839930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/3598068236697839930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-went-to-borders-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-6750603992539504693</id><published>2008-11-03T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:18:01.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's check the hate list:&lt;div&gt;Cute couples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tall people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super happy people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Public kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cults&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not having coffee in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing people that live in other states, I hate that they live there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Older photogos with no style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My leg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being so tired in the middle of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leading shit on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenzi was wearing a purple hoodie today, even tho I gave her soooo soooo much shit about it, I like it. Get better sick panda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am like sooo excited for... nothing actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the love in the world, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-6750603992539504693?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6750603992539504693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=6750603992539504693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/6750603992539504693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/6750603992539504693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-check-hate-list-cute-couples-tall.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-5788385697949533141</id><published>2008-10-31T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:45:36.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt really "homey" today when I was driving to school this morning. It was raining hard, and it felt like that what something that should happen everyday, while people slow down, I tend to speed up during the rain.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know, never did,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-5788385697949533141?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5788385697949533141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=5788385697949533141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/5788385697949533141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I got today is "$1.31 please", "Have a good day", and "Oh, hey"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;great, grand, awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-417802151367768313?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/417802151367768313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=417802151367768313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/417802151367768313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/417802151367768313'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-6198056967956165847?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6198056967956165847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=6198056967956165847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/6198056967956165847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/6198056967956165847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuesday-28.html' title='Tuesday 28'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-4463763181088296596</id><published>2008-10-27T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:59:16.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-So, if you had to pick a song or an artist describing your life, what would it be?&lt;div&gt;-City and Colour's Bring Me Your Love album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Because it's sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Is your life really sad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No, I'm just an asshole to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-What? Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Because happiness of other people needs to be balanced with sadness. Equilibrium shit, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sure, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-That's why we have different religions, so they can kill each other, equilibrium again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You are wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Like always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bullshit ideas. Change is good, change people, become better for unknown lame reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anger, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-4463763181088296596?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4463763181088296596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=4463763181088296596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/4463763181088296596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/4463763181088296596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-if-you-had-to-pick-song-or-artist.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-6452660074900909072</id><published>2008-10-26T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:36:44.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;I think I got a cool idea. I will come up with some photo idea for every city &amp;amp; colour song on one of two albums. &lt;div&gt;Yeah cool. two thumbs up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-6452660074900909072?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6452660074900909072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=6452660074900909072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/6452660074900909072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/6452660074900909072'/><link 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src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3251/2970331861_48a08c6898.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonely...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-7099703508529313016?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7099703508529313016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=7099703508529313016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/7099703508529313016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/7099703508529313016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3208/2971175648_2ea1555da2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-4210269802163625876</id><published>2008-10-22T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T01:30:15.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Assholes. Today, it took me around 20 shitty minutes to find a parking spot at Clark, it's the most ridiculous thing ever. Then I had to peel oranges for my organic lab, I hate the smell of peeled oranges.&lt;div&gt;I haven't been to brewed for a while now... improvement I guess. but I do miss it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In every single fucking class I have at least 2 or 3 russians, you know, those asswipes types. They only pick between hollister, aeropostole, or the asshole leather (fake leather) jackets, plus some uglyfuck boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moment of silence for Scott..... =[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry man, it sucks dick to lose your camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't get why people ask you "just okay?" when you say you are okay. It not like you supposed to be happy or sad every single day? Goddamn people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really miss Haley, soon soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you didn't like max payne, that's your problem, it wasn't horrible or amazing, you can't really compare it to something else. Marky Mark is still cool dammit! He even talks to animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting a movie blog with Kenz soon, its gonna be interesting... I was going for team name: poop duo, but then I would definitely make too many poop jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excited for nothing, life rulez mang, so happiez. Just kidding. ha      ha        ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loneliness, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-4210269802163625876?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4210269802163625876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=4210269802163625876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/4210269802163625876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/4210269802163625876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/assholes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-7184520719775276875</id><published>2008-10-16T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:14:42.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets go on this fucking amazing photo adventure where I can take photos of you, and you will take photos of me. Everybody is going to be so happy! Life will be amazing. &lt;div&gt;I just touched my camera for the first time since umm last weekend? Movies tomorrow=not so lonely feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay...,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-7184520719775276875?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7184520719775276875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=7184520719775276875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/7184520719775276875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/7184520719775276875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-go-on-this-fucking-amazing-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-6211998882274668391</id><published>2008-10-15T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:55:12.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come join my late night posts club.&lt;div&gt;I've been diggin Astronautalis lately, he's from Seattle, really good at freestyle, check out his myspace and stuff. Focusing more on school now, it is kind of "fun" now, even tho it's still bullshit. Can anybody tell me why the fuck all "those" "russians" wear those uglyass dress shoes with EVERY single piece of clothing they have? Why, is it some weird fucking style they got, that nobody else understands? So annoying and ugly, oh also they look like a bunch of dicks. If you are one of them, please hit me in the face next time I'm around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number 13 is not a lesbo, and I am not watching house next week. I am already frustrated about this weeks episode. Fringe can go into pooper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well now, I'm gonna go and happily live my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; single life with my awesome self, filled with all kind of dickery, jealousy, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;! (last one was totally sarcastic) right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-6211998882274668391?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6211998882274668391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=6211998882274668391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/6211998882274668391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/6211998882274668391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-join-my-late-night-posts-club.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-3969051576184398206</id><published>2008-10-13T00:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:42:49.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something to look at. It will stay the same way.&lt;div&gt;My fixed is fucked, I don't know what to do, I guess I am going to wait till my 30 day inspection, till then, riding free wheel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Empty feelings are more relevant now... going to the old years, feels like it used to feel. Worrying less for others, more for people I don't know. I will start shooting more I hope, something should come out alright? or not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two thumbs up for happy people/couples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you want me to write more happy people stories later?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-3969051576184398206?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3969051576184398206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=3969051576184398206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/3969051576184398206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/3969051576184398206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-to-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-5053351818373200745</id><published>2008-10-11T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:11:33.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3012/2933941620_0f8866076e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3012/2933941620_0f8866076e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3270/2933942542_c318130cf2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3270/2933942542_c318130cf2_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come save me. Make me love you like we love our families, will all the respect in the world. Care for me. Appreciate what I have done and also what I will do. Love me for my assholness, negativism, and hatred. Love me for all the creepiness and disregard for some social norms. Love me for my photography. Love me in the way that I never been loved. Just be there, always, without any excuses. Hate with me, and hate on me. Listen to music, watch movies, enjoy walks, love driving, make silly mistakes, make me appreciate you for what you are doing to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, one day it all will come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, no excuses, doing it and forgetting about all the awkwardness. Don't care for results, but actually really do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only Kenz takes photos of me now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appreciation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-5053351818373200745?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5053351818373200745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=5053351818373200745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/5053351818373200745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/5053351818373200745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-save-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3012/2933941620_0f8866076e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-1531878949045520385</id><published>2008-10-08T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:27:14.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was waiting for a cross-town train&lt;br /&gt;In the London underground&lt;br /&gt;When it struck me&lt;br /&gt;That I've been waiting since birth to find&lt;br /&gt;A love that would look and sound&lt;br /&gt;Like a movie&lt;br /&gt;So I changed my plans&lt;br /&gt;I rented a camera and a van&lt;br /&gt;And then I called you&lt;br /&gt;"I need you to pretend that we are in love again"&lt;br /&gt;And you agreed to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so badly to believe&lt;br /&gt;That there is truth, that love is real&lt;br /&gt;And I want life in every word&lt;br /&gt;To the extent that it's absurd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I greased the lens and framed the shot&lt;br /&gt;Using a friend&lt;br /&gt;As my stand-in&lt;br /&gt;The script, it called for rain&lt;br /&gt;But it was clear that day&lt;br /&gt;So we faked it&lt;br /&gt;The marker snapped&lt;br /&gt;And I yelled, "Quiet on the set!"&lt;br /&gt;And then called, "Action!"&lt;br /&gt;And I kissed you in a style&lt;br /&gt;Clark Gable would have admired&lt;br /&gt;(I thought it classic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so badly to believe&lt;br /&gt;That there is truth, that love is real&lt;br /&gt;And I want life in every word&lt;br /&gt;To the extent that it's absurd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wise beyond your years&lt;br /&gt;But do you ever get the fear&lt;br /&gt;That your perfect verse is just a lie&lt;br /&gt;You tell yourself to help you get by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today I was riding in downtown Vancouver and I suddenly slammed into a bush, I got up laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saw this MILF looking woman tonight at brewed when I was hanging out with Haley. I said "no way that baby came out of that pelvis" that is a compliment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;OH! Why did not so cool people had to work there tonight?! Dammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was so hyperventilating in the car tonight, which is kinda funny and sad at the same time. I also apologize to Haley that I made fun of so many people there, it was one of those days, which are not rare to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I realized that I can only be friends with two types of people (overgeneralizing). People who are completely opposite of me and the people who are like me, assholes. I have proof okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This blog will not display my personal life for the most part, just something for everyone to read. Some stories might be closely tied or were the examples of what I have done, will do, or I wish would happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is going to sound assholish but I can almost read anybody, I know that's lame, but it's easy for me. By saying "read" I mean assign a stereotype, likes, dislikes, way of life, what car that person drives, what she/he wears, if they are single or not, stuff like that.  Whenever there's somebody who I just can't read, they automatically become interesting. I wonder if I will be able to read my wife and my kids in the future? Sure it's a wrong thing to say, but everybody does it, maybe be not to the extent I do it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Crossing fingers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-1531878949045520385?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1531878949045520385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=1531878949045520385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/1531878949045520385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/1531878949045520385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/postal.html' title='Postal'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-5302314607299386507</id><published>2008-10-05T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:33:01.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing fingers</title><content type='html'>Stoked on life right now, not raining this week means I get to bike more, way more that is. Also gonna see Kenz and Haley more! Also gonna overcome a big obstacle I had for forever now! Wish me best of luck (few people know what I am talking about). I realized that I got nothing to lose, so might as well try my luck! This is not confidence, just long waited madness! If I don't, you can punch me in the wiener, seriously. Maybe wednesday, maybe tuesday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today at brewed. I was sitting across some guy who was hip and shit, on his mac and wearing a hat and shit.  Theres this couple sitting next to us, I assumed they were a couple, both cute and shit like that. The hip guy kept look at the girl and I was like "aren't they together?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty minutes later the guy who with the girl saw somebody who he knew, and they started taking, and he introduced that girl as his sister. The hip guy had the biggest fucking smile ever when he heard that. The girl looked at him and smiled. What the fuck? That never happens! This is so ridiculously stupid! He gave her his number, I was just sitting there blanking because it happened in like 30 seconds. I'm not even lying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brewed is the place for happiness I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHITBALLS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-5302314607299386507?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5302314607299386507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=5302314607299386507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/5302314607299386507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/5302314607299386507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/crossing-fingers.html' title='Crossing fingers'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-7087944679974528554</id><published>2008-10-04T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:36:25.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day</title><content type='html'>Um, at panera today, there was a homecoming couple. I was genuinely happy for them.. Something is changing, good or bad, who cares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I had the club meeting and all of the old and new clubs were there, kinda boring. This guy from the bike club got into a huge argument with the girl from nursing blah blah club because it wasn't open for every student at clark. It was entertaining, he made her cry.. still entertaining. Amanda drew this badass picture of that guy taking punches from everybody, made the thing less boring.  Thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know what to write about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come hangout with me at brewed awakenings next week (yea laugh at me Kenz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets go places, anywhere. So far, me and Jeff are going to Orlando for xmas brake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody go with me to Vancouver sometime soon, I love that place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe even some east coast action?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would be lovely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhh, make me feel better, I know that sounds needy and annoying, but please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing else to say, I'm boring, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone who is reading this should be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-7087944679974528554?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7087944679974528554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=7087944679974528554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/7087944679974528554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/7087944679974528554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-day.html' title='One day'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-603172513522774355</id><published>2008-10-01T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:25:22.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New</title><content type='html'>Listening to them, you know what that means.... Fucking dipshipballs&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guy was sitting by the fountain reading his sociology book, he looked cute (not gay), wearing dark jeans and a thirt, little bit scruffy but it fits really well. He caught my attention because he wasn't looking around, just paying attention to his book. So he must be interesting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably five minutes have past and a really cute girl is walking by. Wearing white flats, regular jeans, and just some tshirt, she looks shy but I guess it could be the future that people like about her. The girl walks by the guy, and this guy raises his head, and says to the girl: "You are really cute.." She slows down and looks at him and says hi. You could tell she's surprised, but excited?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Do I know you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No, I don't think so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Why do you think I'm "cute"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Because instead of listening to Castro, I look at you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Nah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Well, what's your name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Chris, yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Jessica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Nice to officially meet you I guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Haha, you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-So, maybe your number?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Okay. (He gives her his phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Nothing to thank me for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I gotta get going to class tho, I'm sorry. Have a good day... Jessica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She smiles at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smooth, once again. He will call her, she single... do the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Kenz, Haley, and Jeff. Also I love loosing sleep... all the damn time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost wish I could go back to "the" days, you know what I mean if you know me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologize for my full of suckiness weak blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-603172513522774355?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/603172513522774355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=603172513522774355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/603172513522774355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/603172513522774355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/brand-new.html' title='Brand New'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-6996010305603676254</id><published>2008-09-28T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:31:13.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 28th</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting on the curb and drinking my ice coffee, I hear two guys talking, and I'm not really paying any attention. Two or three minutes later, a girl who works there comes outside to sweep the ground or some shit. Those two guys who were talking get up and one of them started to walk away, to his car I assume. The other one comes up to the girl and...:&lt;div&gt;-Would you mind me asking for your number?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm sorry, but I cant give out personal information at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gives her a tiny piece of paper with his number on it. Smiles and walks away. The girl looks at me, and I just kinda smirk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Should I call him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Do you have a boyfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Yes.. but (pause).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Call him, he will be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You think so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hey, I'm just a random guy who's sitting on a curb, what do I know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I think you do.. (at that moment, I realize why I even said anything at first. This girl remind me of emily! My old friend, who's the most interesting person ever.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You will know, maybe he is your future husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You're welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She goes back inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my ride back home, I am thinking that I might of just made two people happy, or at least one, for a little bit..I never had that kind of conversation with anybody, and I'm thinking "why the fuck did I just say all of that stupid shit?" I'm not sure. I have a feeling she is going to call him and go out on a date. He seems like a nice guy. They will be happy... I feel weird because because I'm cheering for "I don't know you" person, and I am totally fine with it. I guess I'm becoming less of an asshole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five minutes later, some fucker almost smashes into me, I wish he would crash. Back to normal I guess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-6996010305603676254?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6996010305603676254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=6996010305603676254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/6996010305603676254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/6996010305603676254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-28th.html' title='Sunday, 28th'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-7630996424677886115</id><published>2008-09-23T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:46:58.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over</title><content type='html'>So over Clark, I've been going there for almost two years now. This new quarter brought too many people to the campus, and old folks hate it. I was excited for the game room, but it turned out to be crap, wii(I'm not even sure if they got one) and some board games, cool chairs? Fuck that shit, some fucks occupied it anyways. Speech classes blow, why? Because we have to talk and talking is nerve-wracking. Organic Chem. looks interesting but I need to force myself to like it. &lt;div&gt;Me and Kenz have the most badass House parties ever, House the tv show that is... it just brightens my day. Heroes kinda sucked on monday, not expecting it to be any good, makes me really sad because it was a great concept but went to the pooper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depressing season have started, but it never really ended to be honest. Things got better tho, don't get me wrong, there are some nice things currently going for me. Getting new bike makes me happy, also the certain somebody makes me smile, and we all know who that is. Blah blah you are not getting all the cute shit is this blog post! New google phone looks kinda decent, might get on that pie in October.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I am kinda short with my posts, sorry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-7630996424677886115?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7630996424677886115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=7630996424677886115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/7630996424677886115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/7630996424677886115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/09/over.html' title='Over'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-7258283972338267006</id><published>2008-09-17T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:38:23.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitties</title><content type='html'>I fell in love with this one kitty at humane society today. I hate myself so much now... He is 4 months old, white vneck, white paws (big cute fuzzy paws), and a little white mustache! He was jumping all over places, it was so ------- adorable. I really wish my mom did not hate pets, I mean it's just a cat! Not like an alligator or a dog, but whatever,  who cares. I told her that the only thing I want for my birthday was to go with me to the humane society and JUST look at them, but the answer was no...&lt;div&gt;Kenzbenz got two kitties! They are sooooooo adorable, one looks like a raccoon but with inverted colors, the other one is gray and sooo tiny, but super active. All the happiness shit goes to her family! YAY! Don't hate me ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets move onto some other likings and whatnot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-7258283972338267006?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7258283972338267006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=7258283972338267006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/7258283972338267006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/7258283972338267006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/09/kitties.html' title='Kitties'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-2492443863105355205</id><published>2008-09-11T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:54:55.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c204/bfcommy/DSC_0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c204/bfcommy/DSC_0558.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready? This is the sad one... I realized that I hate birthdays. They are fun, yes, but I always felt weird on that "special" day, it always been the same, no parties, just some friends and my mom and her friends. Most of the gifts are money, the most inconsiderable present to give in my opinion. Hey I'm too lame to figure out or just to ask what should I get for you, so I'm just giving you money. Thanks people, I love you -_-. This will be the same kind of birthday, everybody is probably going to be busy and shit. All holidays make me sad haha, everyone is happy, sorry I'm a lame person and you are reading this and thinking "jeeze, he is a sad panda". Well, thank you, I am indeed. Err most of the time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go outside and take photos, but I'm out of ideas, I need to go to new places, close to here. I need a partner, be mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impossible wish list (you hate me, I know):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iphone, white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigur Ros ticket(s)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New screen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New lens(es)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry knowledge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trip to B.C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New headphones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D700&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so on.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cool shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-2492443863105355205?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2492443863105355205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=2492443863105355205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/2492443863105355205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/2492443863105355205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/09/check.html' title='Check'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-1864205528101350634</id><published>2008-09-05T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:00:14.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think</title><content type='html'>I'm kind of done with photography. I mean, I love it, absolutely love it and I really wish I could do that for a living but I know I can't, I am simply not good enough for it. My mom told me today that I failed at life and that I am going to be nobody. I know she is saying that because she is mad about my grades, but maybe she is right. Who knows.... I am sorry to people who looked at my stuff on flickr and everything, thank you so much! I guess I'm not gonna upload much, but I'll try my best. I am still on planning doing an "empty Clark" series, photos of Clark without any people... Today was a really hard annoying frustrating day, I'm building a supportive wall in my backyard, every brick wights a ton, go figure right? &lt;div&gt;You know what, I am glad you are here, you make me feel more, how do I say this......not secure not content (I mean all of that) but more like stable? I know you will listen to me, any time. Who else's face I can lick really? You are cute, funny, and smart. I can call you names, and you will get mad  at me but you know I'm kidding. You actually like me, for some weird reason! I just wanna thank you, for all of it. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-1864205528101350634?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1864205528101350634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=1864205528101350634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/1864205528101350634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/1864205528101350634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think.html' title='I think'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-3255733583781709161</id><published>2008-08-24T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:59:50.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Understandable?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3186/2792169960_e5ee333098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3186/2792169960_e5ee333098.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, I'm on Maui. It's really pretty and cool and everything but just not for me you know? I digg the beaches and the palm trees but can't really stand other things. Btw, Hawaiians are lazy, oh hate me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think this post should be about my vacation on the pretty island but more about ummm, how can i say this.... more about lameness of my life? Maybe it is not lame but it's something that I don't like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck you trust, yea fuck you. Why are you even there, it's not like you just let me live peacefully or bringing me to a complete madness, you bitch, have to stay somewhere in the middle. Why do you never backfire at me, oh wait, maybe because I'm a decent loving fucking person eh? Wait, maybe yea I'm an asshole, but the one who you know you can trust, what can I possibly do? Nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This hot messy stew is being cooked in my brain, requiring new ingredients which I make up, but they are so unreasonable, so egoistical, so selfish, but I can't stop it. It is not like one of those addictions kinda "can't stop it" things, because I can stop those! something more deeper and more involving the lameass brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I don't know why I wrote this, and I hope a specific somebody won't read this because then I will be a selfish asswipe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-3255733583781709161?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3255733583781709161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=3255733583781709161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/3255733583781709161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/3255733583781709161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/08/understandable.html' title='Understandable?'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3186/2792169960_e5ee333098_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-338275530718050407</id><published>2008-08-22T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:49:06.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asshole</title><content type='html'>So, should I consider myself a hip cock? I rolled up my jeans, wearing a plaid shirt, typing this blog on a macbook and just got a copy of wire? Dammit assholes! It's all your fault. I'm sitting at the pdx and using this free wi-fi which is pretty slow.... and there's an asian lady right in front of me drinking her starbucks frap with annoying as fuck noise. I got 4 hours of sleep tonight tho, and I feel tired, poop.  Hawaii if 7 hours.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-338275530718050407?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/338275530718050407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=338275530718050407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/338275530718050407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/338275530718050407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/08/asshole.html' title='Asshole'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-5513531338384217130</id><published>2008-08-20T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:25:59.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/2782332622_1447c02191_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/2782332622_1447c02191_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be doing 100 pushups easily in about 5 weeks -_-. My arms are sore as fuck because I never workout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It sucks not finding people to shoot, even for free =/, somebody needs to hook me up with people! haha. I need some money for new lenses and other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-5513531338384217130?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5513531338384217130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=5513531338384217130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/5513531338384217130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/5513531338384217130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-be-doing-100-pushups-easily-in.html' title='green'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/2782332622_1447c02191_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-4116455296285941736</id><published>2008-08-17T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:49:27.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 17th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3123/2773056207_a93dff9cd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3123/2773056207_a93dff9cd8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;Went to Vancouver waterfront today with Haley, she's always fun. You know, felt like those really good friends hangouts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;Today was kind of weird, I felt bad for some stuff but maybe it was reasonable, in my eyes that is. I'm sorry tho! People need to trust people and I need to learn that, Especially trusting somebody who you like and don't want to let go. We all need to grow and evolve into something more thoughtful, on many many levels. Why people don't "grow up" together? Is it because then they would know too much about each other? Probably, but why not try, people like to give up before they even start. Anywaysss! Red (Amanda) is like the best thing about all of California, not because she's nice but because I can't weird her out, well no, I can weird anybody out! Weak, I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;Oh Hey, this is my third post already, crazy stuff &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-4116455296285941736?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4116455296285941736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=4116455296285941736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/4116455296285941736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/4116455296285941736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/08/went-to-vancouver-waterfront-today-with.html' title='Sunday, 17th'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3123/2773056207_a93dff9cd8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-481847639492378149</id><published>2008-08-17T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T02:29:05.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dead funny</title><content type='html'>I always loved those people who laughed when they are having hard time, you know, those people who are trying to make jokes but you know they are shit-sad. I think it is one of the most interesting way to deal with problems not because some people think it's immature but because in most cases, its twice as hard to act that way and not be just sad. I try to be funny when I'm sad or upset and just pissed off, why? Because I don't know any other way, parents didn't teach me the right way, what is the right way anyway? Crying your shit out? well probably, but yeahh... Most of the times I don't really make any sense because I don't have a well built complex mind like other "interesting" people. And before I wrote this, I was commenting a girl and talking about space, HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-481847639492378149?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/481847639492378149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=481847639492378149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/481847639492378149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/481847639492378149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-always-loved-those-people.html' title='dead funny'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884796723559573014.post-5791310382131887900</id><published>2008-08-17T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:14:55.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First words</title><content type='html'>So, I guess this is the beginning of my blog, it's 1:12am. I'm mark and sometimes I'm an asshole, but an asshole with a brain. Some people know me from myspace and some from flickr. I will try to post new photos on here and talk about different stuff. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884796723559573014-5791310382131887900?l=markjpeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5791310382131887900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884796723559573014&amp;postID=5791310382131887900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/5791310382131887900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884796723559573014/posts/default/5791310382131887900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markjpeg.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-words.html' title='First words'/><author><name>Mark  Balyshev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557019306393674720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhVTDkG3k3E/SKkV2K8Je_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PYFJbtwIrRw/s1600-R/2297325320_519907698e_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
